Yussa braces his hand against the bed as Caleb lays back and he makes a quiet sound as Caleb's fingers stroke up his slit. He should lift his hips more, but he doesn't. He trusts Caleb will encourage him to move if he needs to change the angle of his hand.

He breathes in sharply as the younger man rubs his cunt, spreading wetness and encouraging more. The slick sound is obscenely exciting. Yussa gives a small push of his hips, chasing the pressure of Caleb's hand while still trying to give the other man the freedom to do as he likes. His palm sweeps over the head of Caleb's cock, smearing the precome there and stroking it down his length. He feels thick in his hand, and he knows exactly how Caleb will feel inside him.

Slick fingers stroke his clit directly, drawing a soft, sharp cry from Yussa's lips. He whispers in Elvish and his hand falters on Caleb's cock as the rush of sensation distracts him. He's managed to keep his breathing even so far, but now it comes quicker as he tries to meet the rub of Caleb's fingers and thumb.