"That's it. Fuck my fingers all you like," Caleb encourages breathlessly, eyes dark and bright and focused, drinking in the sight of Yussa over him, the sounds he makes in pleasure, the almost reserved rut of his hips toward his hand. His cock is blood-hot and dripping precome in Yussa's grip, no matter how uneven the rhythm of his strokes. "I want to make you feel good." He brings his other hand to Yussa's side and reaches for a nipple with his thumb, feeling the soft give of his breast beneath his touch and the rise and fall of his chest as his breath comes faster.
Caleb switches from concentrated rubbing to light, slow strokes that just graze over heated skin, from Yussa's slick, stiff clit down to his twitching, silky smooth entrance.
"Gods," he breathes, looking up at him. "You are so wet."
The rough pads of his middle and ring fingers play over the opening of his cunt a few moments longer before something shifts low in his gut and he has to press them in, a little less careful than he had downstairs. Yussa is so much more aroused now, and he takes both fingers beautifully all the way to the last knuckle, until Caleb is holding his slick and sensitive sex in his cupped palm. The heel of his hand grinds against his clit as his fingers pump slowly into him.
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Caleb switches from concentrated rubbing to light, slow strokes that just graze over heated skin, from Yussa's slick, stiff clit down to his twitching, silky smooth entrance.
"Gods," he breathes, looking up at him. "You are so wet."
The rough pads of his middle and ring fingers play over the opening of his cunt a few moments longer before something shifts low in his gut and he has to press them in, a little less careful than he had downstairs. Yussa is so much more aroused now, and he takes both fingers beautifully all the way to the last knuckle, until Caleb is holding his slick and sensitive sex in his cupped palm. The heel of his hand grinds against his clit as his fingers pump slowly into him.