Gasping against Yussa's mouth, Caleb's hips tilt toward him automatically. With the warm pressure of slim fingers covering his own and the slow, sensuous rub of his thumb across the damp head of his cock, he can't help it. There's a quiet but resonant groan from deep in his chest as the elf's teeth sink lightly into his lip before they part with a soft wet noise.

He can't believe he gets to do this a second time. More than that, even. Their conversation downstairs involved the intent for far more than that. A regular arrangement. Gods, Caleb is already too far gone. This man is going to become an obsession.

Resting their foreheads together and breathing the same warm, humid air, Caleb drags Yussa's hand with his in a slow stroke along his length, hot and full beneath their combined touch. "I cannot wait to be inside you again," he confesses in a gravelly murmur. "I would like it if you would keep touching me while I, ah...pick up where I left off with my fingers."