Not for the first time tonight, Yussa thinks he's made an excellent decision in finally talking to this young man. Caleb's sheer skill has made it worth it - unexpected given how shy he seemed until he was on his knees in a bathroom stall.

Gods, there's no resisting this. Yussa cries out and even with his teeth pressed against his finger, there's no quieting himself not really. Not with Caleb fucking him like that, adjusting him until the angle is just--it's so much. Every breath is edged with a moan and the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb and his cock - gods his cock - push him hard over the edge. His cunt flutters around the younger man, trying to milk him as Yussa comes.

The pleasure is perfect. He trembles beneath Caleb and he releases his finger before he truly hurts himself. He grabs for Caleb's arm instead, holding tight as the other man fucks him through it. Blunt, manicured nails dig against Caleb's arm and muscles tremble as that delicious feeling sweeps through him. His head falls back and his leg curls around the other man's back.