With the subtle tremor of Yussa's body, Caleb feels another wave of come issue into his heat, nearing the end of the thick, slow intensity of his orgasm. His hips rock down one last time as he presses a kiss to the tip of his ear and hilts inside him, and there he stays.
He feels the tension drain from the other man, and while Caleb is able to greedily gulp in air by the lungfull in an attempt to gain control of himself, he can't relax so completely. He has to keep himself braced against the bed so he won't simply collapse on top of him. But it is a small price to pay for the position he's found himself in. It feels like his veins flow with honey, warm and slow and sweet, and his head is stuffed with fine silk, cushioning his mind and letting him linger in this moment, pleasantly heavy and utterly fulfilled.
His lips brush the damp hair from Yussa's forehead. Then he is leaning into a gentle touch to his cheek, nuzzling into an elegant palm and pressing a bristly kiss to the inside of a delicate wrist. Yussa will be able to feel the way his breath stutters against his skin as his stomach gives a giddy little flip. He's figured out so quickly what he reacts to. Another kiss follows the first quickly, this one against the heel of his palm.
He doesn't think about getting up yet. He doesn't think about leaving before Yussa can ask him to go. He doesn't think about finding his clothes downstairs and putting them back on and making a solitary walk through the quiet streets of the Tangles back to his shitty apartment.
No, of course he thinks about it. He has to. But he can delay for a little longer, when each moment dragging into the next still brims with the kind of compelling intimacy that makes him never want to leave this bed.
"For you, ja," he rumbles. His hips lift to drag his cock slowly, reluctantly, from the divine grip of the elven wizard's cunt.
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He feels the tension drain from the other man, and while Caleb is able to greedily gulp in air by the lungfull in an attempt to gain control of himself, he can't relax so completely. He has to keep himself braced against the bed so he won't simply collapse on top of him. But it is a small price to pay for the position he's found himself in. It feels like his veins flow with honey, warm and slow and sweet, and his head is stuffed with fine silk, cushioning his mind and letting him linger in this moment, pleasantly heavy and utterly fulfilled.
His lips brush the damp hair from Yussa's forehead. Then he is leaning into a gentle touch to his cheek, nuzzling into an elegant palm and pressing a bristly kiss to the inside of a delicate wrist. Yussa will be able to feel the way his breath stutters against his skin as his stomach gives a giddy little flip. He's figured out so quickly what he reacts to. Another kiss follows the first quickly, this one against the heel of his palm.
He doesn't think about getting up yet. He doesn't think about leaving before Yussa can ask him to go. He doesn't think about finding his clothes downstairs and putting them back on and making a solitary walk through the quiet streets of the Tangles back to his shitty apartment.
No, of course he thinks about it. He has to. But he can delay for a little longer, when each moment dragging into the next still brims with the kind of compelling intimacy that makes him never want to leave this bed.
"For you, ja," he rumbles. His hips lift to drag his cock slowly, reluctantly, from the divine grip of the elven wizard's cunt.