That Yussa soon forgets all about stroking him even while he still lays heavy in his hand is actually rather charming. Distracted by his own pleasure, he moves over him, against and into his hand, onto his fingers. He is perfectly hot and soft inside, and Caleb explores the effect of his touch, noting which movements consistently prompt a squeeze or shiver from the man grinding down on him.

More quickly than Caleb expected, Yussa moans as orgasm rolls through him, clenching around his fingers as he rides it out. Rapt and thrilled at pulling a seemingly intense climax from him, Caleb keeps on rubbing them firmly in and out for as long as his quivering lasts, feeling intimately the difference in the tension Yussa carries before this release and after. His thumb continues to circle his nipple, putting enough pressure there to make such a sensitive spot ache sweetly.

He wants to be closer, to hold him, when he fucks him tonight. He wants to be closer now. With a wet noise he withdraws his fingers from Yussa's cunt and raises them to his lips, where he sucks them clean with an appreciative hum, smearing his mouth and chin with his slick palm in the process.

"Come lay down with me," he coaxes warmly. "I do not think you will need much more to make you ready tonight."