He would like very much to continue this conversation, but Caleb is very quickly making that impossible. He catches on to every little need and follows through with impeccable skill, until Yussa cannot imagine stringing together proper sentences at all. The precision with which this man can drive him to such heights is astounding, and exciting.

"Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches in his throat and all that comes out after is a heavy moan as the younger man's fingers rub against his clit, creating a sense of building tension. He can feel it low in his belly and in his cunt, punctuated by ever stroke of Caleb's cock inside him. When his orgasm finally hits, Yussa tenses and pulls against the hand holding his leg up. It's hardly intentional, a reaction dragged from him along with the pleasure that crashes through him.

He rides it out with Caleb fucking him at his own pace, neither demanding nor lazy. His cunt flutters and squeezes around his lover's cock, trying to milk it as shocks of bliss race over his nerves.

Yussa's chest heaves gently as he presses back against Caleb, trusting that the other man will move him if that is what he needs. It is taking all his effort not to simply go boneless in Caleb's arms.