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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐭 ([personal profile] blumenthal) wrote in [personal profile] errenis 2022-07-06 01:13 am (UTC)

Caleb feels the difference acutely, rocking his fingers now with ease rather than the caution he'd had to take before. Gradually, Yussa is opening for him. It's both stunning and compelling to consider.

Yussa's observation, breathless and stammered in a way he's not yet reduced him to before, makes him smile. He ghosts another kiss further up his thigh, a brush more of his beard than his lips.

"Then it was rude of me not to translate," he rumbles. "I said that if I can make you squirm like this on my fingers, you are going to writhe on my cock."

His fingers draw back and out. He rubs up through his folds once, grazing his clit and collecting more of his own spend, and presses them back in. A third is tucked alongside them, and Caleb looks on with a quiet hunger as Yussa's body again stretches to allow them in. He takes it slow again, knuckle by knuckle, but Yussa feels far more prepared this time--ready, eager for it.

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