Caleb's hips meet the curve of Yussa's ass with a filthy slap of skin against skin made filthier by the wet sound of his cock slotting neatly into place inside him. The embrace of his cunt is just right now, where earlier when he'd slipped him that first finger he was much too tight. This took time. It was a process, deliberate. Yussa wanted to be spread open just so Caleb could be the key that fits him perfectly, that unlocks the pleasure in taut muscles forced to stretch, in throbbing, aching fullness.

Caleb moans with the landing of each slap, with the constant pulling pressure of Yussa clamped down around him like a vise. His thumb rubbing his clit fast and hard makes him clench and spasm around Caleb. It makes him moan from behind the protective barrier of his hand, around the finger between his teeth. It makes him push back agaisnt him, toward him, with all he has, wanting it so much he trembles.

"Gods, look at you," Caleb rumbles, breathing heavily, squeezing Yussa's thigh harder. "Don't stop, schatz, show me how you like it. I want to watch you come," he encourages shamelessly. "I want to feel you come around me."

Caleb angles up a little more in an effort to hit Yussa's sweet spot, hoping to hear his moans turn louder, needier, to reward his own burning muscles, the tension he carries along his spine and heavy between his thighs and his belly.