Yussa shivers as Caleb kisses down the sensitive line of his ear and his fingers tighten where they hold onto the younger man as he moves. He can feel the slide of Caleb's cock against his slick cunt and Yussa cannot help the breathy sound that escapes him when it presses against his entrance. It isn't enough and he cants his hips, trying to encourage Caleb even as a calloused hand slides up his thigh to hold beneath his knee.

"During class? Tsk." He clicks his tongue, but the chiding doesn't sound particularly convincing, especially with the way his breath catches in his throat as Caleb finally sinks deeper. Yussa nearly whimpers as his body yields, accepting Caleb far easier than it had last night. "Caleb--"

He breathes in sharply, cutting himself off. He's not so far-gone that he will beg, but gods, he could get there. Yussa moves his hips, trying to sink down further on his lover's cock even as Caleb presses deeper. He feels a sharper throb of arousal when he realizes Caleb is watching everything over his shoulder. Yussa looks down at the places their bodies join and his other hand brushes over his stretched opening and the firm flesh of Caleb's cock.