Caleb is certain he couldn't hold back at this point, though he would try if Yussa asked it of him. Thankfully, however, he demands the opposite. Caleb's breath catches and he nods to show that he understands. His head feels light and heavy at the same time, and the purposeful grind of Yussa's cunt along the length of his cock is electric, shooting through his body and gathering back between his legs.
A shiver goes through him and a soft whimper is held behind his lips as Yussa praises him so sweetly. Gods, how can this man be so perfect? His words are firm and his touch is tender in a way that Caleb finds completely mesmerizing, lips parted and gaze focused only on the gold of Yussa's eyes. Seemingly without effort, he's given Caleb exactly what makes him feel good, what makes him feel wanted--and this isn't the first time. He feels seen, and normally that would make him at least slightly uncomfortable, but with Yussa it only makes him crave more.
And he loves the way Yussa kisses him. His lips press back, both passionate and yielding. His hands rub over Yussa's hips, holding on without guiding, just feeling their fluid movement. Caleb has the stray thought that this was a risk well worth the reward; he is very glad he'd chosen to go home with this man tonight.
Soon Caleb starts moving too, rocking against Yussa's cunt and kissing until he's breathless and panting. The friction is hot and wet and intense, and the jerk of Caleb's hips is seeking and needy. But it feels so good, and now that Yussa has expertly rid him of that flash of shame, made him feel wanted and taken care of, it's pure pleasure. Just as he thought, it doesn't take long. His cock grows stiffer as he feels a warning throb, a telltale sign of approaching orgasm, and his moans grow louder against Yussa's mouth. Slick folds rub up his shaft and over the head, he lifts his hips and grinds against the other man's swollen clit, and he's gone. Caleb comes with a surge of sensation powerful enough to make him shake. His cock pulses heavy between them, making a mess of his stomach and Yussa's cunt.
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A shiver goes through him and a soft whimper is held behind his lips as Yussa praises him so sweetly. Gods, how can this man be so perfect? His words are firm and his touch is tender in a way that Caleb finds completely mesmerizing, lips parted and gaze focused only on the gold of Yussa's eyes. Seemingly without effort, he's given Caleb exactly what makes him feel good, what makes him feel wanted--and this isn't the first time. He feels seen, and normally that would make him at least slightly uncomfortable, but with Yussa it only makes him crave more.
And he loves the way Yussa kisses him. His lips press back, both passionate and yielding. His hands rub over Yussa's hips, holding on without guiding, just feeling their fluid movement. Caleb has the stray thought that this was a risk well worth the reward; he is very glad he'd chosen to go home with this man tonight.
Soon Caleb starts moving too, rocking against Yussa's cunt and kissing until he's breathless and panting. The friction is hot and wet and intense, and the jerk of Caleb's hips is seeking and needy. But it feels so good, and now that Yussa has expertly rid him of that flash of shame, made him feel wanted and taken care of, it's pure pleasure. Just as he thought, it doesn't take long. His cock grows stiffer as he feels a warning throb, a telltale sign of approaching orgasm, and his moans grow louder against Yussa's mouth. Slick folds rub up his shaft and over the head, he lifts his hips and grinds against the other man's swollen clit, and he's gone. Caleb comes with a surge of sensation powerful enough to make him shake. His cock pulses heavy between them, making a mess of his stomach and Yussa's cunt.