Apparently his distress is even more obvious than he'd thought. For a moment Caleb is embarrassed and disappointed in himself. As grateful as he is that Yussa is kindly taking pity on him, he'd wanted so badly to continue impressing him. But anyone would find holding out difficult in his situation, and--
Oh. He wants him to stay. He wants him to stay long enough for a second round, he wants to make him come not just once tonight, but twice. When he'd gone into this expecting nothing, that is startling--in a good way. Yussa must think well of him.
"I am in favor of both of those things," Caleb confirms, strained and incredibly relieved. He leans into the kiss that follows, returning it warmly for as long as he is able. But the first touch of Yussa's hand to bare skin makes him gasp, breaking the seal of their lips. That single slow stroke has him melting into the couch cushions with a low moan. Eyes slipping open, he watches Yussa press the head, sticky and flushed an angry red, to his folds. He watches his cock throb in Yussa's grip, watches precome bubble up at the tip and smear against his entrance. He feels absolutely divine, hot and slick and everything Caleb has been aching for.
His perception is narrowing, and he can already feel a familiar tightness low in his belly and at the base of his spine. It really isn't going to take much at all to make him come.
"Yussa," he groans, restless and rapturous, an expression of gratitude and need.
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Oh. He wants him to stay. He wants him to stay long enough for a second round, he wants to make him come not just once tonight, but twice. When he'd gone into this expecting nothing, that is startling--in a good way. Yussa must think well of him.
"I am in favor of both of those things," Caleb confirms, strained and incredibly relieved. He leans into the kiss that follows, returning it warmly for as long as he is able. But the first touch of Yussa's hand to bare skin makes him gasp, breaking the seal of their lips. That single slow stroke has him melting into the couch cushions with a low moan. Eyes slipping open, he watches Yussa press the head, sticky and flushed an angry red, to his folds. He watches his cock throb in Yussa's grip, watches precome bubble up at the tip and smear against his entrance. He feels absolutely divine, hot and slick and everything Caleb has been aching for.
His perception is narrowing, and he can already feel a familiar tightness low in his belly and at the base of his spine. It really isn't going to take much at all to make him come.
"Yussa," he groans, restless and rapturous, an expression of gratitude and need.