Yussa's hands tighten briefly as Caleb squeezes and gently caresses his breast with that delicious promise. It's his fingers that demand Yussa's full attention, though - Caleb seems to have caught on quickly and is intent on rendering him speechless. Yussa tries to measure his breathing, but it's far more difficult with Caleb fully focused. It feels easier to take him now, every thrust of his fingers sliding without resistance. It's obscene to realize he'll need to be coaxed open more before he can take this man's cock.
The way Caleb presses a gentle kiss to his knee is so--sweet. Unexpected. A strained laugh escapes, edged with a moan.
"I--I don't think I know any--any of that Zemnian," he gasps out, struggling to keep his voice even. Yussa has learned useful phrases, especially when he realized some of the vendors he likes seem to speak it almost exclusively outside of transactions.
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The way Caleb presses a gentle kiss to his knee is so--sweet. Unexpected. A strained laugh escapes, edged with a moan.
"I--I don't think I know any--any of that Zemnian," he gasps out, struggling to keep his voice even. Yussa has learned useful phrases, especially when he realized some of the vendors he likes seem to speak it almost exclusively outside of transactions.