The sounds Yussa makes as Caleb enters him are encouraging enough, but being told not to stop as those golden eyes gaze up at him with open want makes him bolder. Caleb's hips rock against Yussa's, meeting his needy little movements, until he finally bottoms out. He's spent so long denying himself tonight, and Yussa is a hot, wet embrace around him, too much to resist. Yussa has come at least twice by now, so Caleb doesn't wait to start building up a rhythm, gripping his thighs and driving into him. In this position, every thrust takes him almost down to the root.

It's a little rough, a little desperate, but it's good. It has been so long since he got to have fun like this, and he knows Yussa hasn't been with anyone this way in a long time either.

Guiding the leg against his chest to a more comfortable position resting his heel against his shoulder, Caleb turns his head to press fervid kisses along the older man's calf to his ankle. Looking down, he can't help smiling around panting breaths, seeing Yussa hazy and spread out beneath him. He has a perfect view of his cock disappearing into his cunt, and with a hand now free, reaches down to rub his thumb around the slick, flushed rim that stretches around his length.