Hearing his name like this again makes Caleb groan against Yussa's throat, muttering encouragements in Zemnian as he strums over his clit and fucks him just so, until Yussa pulls tight and comes. He holds onto his leg as Yussa's muscles tense and try to drag it in, much like his cunt pulsing around his cock. It feels so good that he can do nothing but continue to fuck him, hips snapping to drive his cock into his clenching passage almost entirely without thought.

Despite a spectacular effort, Yussa's orgasm doesn't quite pull his own from him so quickly, and Caleb manages to slow as Yussa pushes back against him, trying to breathe again. Caleb lowers his bent leg gently back to the bed and curls both arms around his waist in a warm, solid embrace that drags the smaller man flush to his body. He buries his twitching cock deep in his still fluttering cunt, aching to come and eager to move.

"Can I keep going?" he asks in a low, breathless rush, "Or is that too much?"