There's an intensity to Yussa even like this, lips parted and gasping as Caleb rocks into him. His contentment and his desire for this is a palpable thing between them--or perhaps Caleb really is that attuned to him. He's certainly spent a lot of the time since they met (was that really only last night?) focused on him.
"I won't," he promises, panting against his neck. Gods, he couldn't. He wants this too badly, and every time Yussa encourages him, he wants it even more. "I won't stop until I have given you everything."
When Yussa gathers the strength to move only to reach back and bury his slim fingers in his hair, Caleb's cock pulses inside him, aroused by the connection as much as the sharp pull. He whispers his name, clutching him close and pulling him back into thrusts that become more uneven, more desperate.
Caleb wonders what Yussa would think about being woken like this; with his legs pressed together (or spread) and his thighs slick and Caleb's cock already rocking against those deep, deep parts of him. Waking to the rhythm of the bed and the hot breaths against his neck, to being clutched against Caleb's chest.
The thought, filthy and shameful, is enough to make his gut clench down, and he spills suddenly into Yussa's cunt, burying a too-loud groan in his shoulder. A half second later his hips jolt forward insistently to press himself in all the way. His cock throbs and throbs, and it takes a long time to finish coming. His mind is muddled, and everything is muted except for the man he holds against him. Caleb hears his every gasp.
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"I won't," he promises, panting against his neck. Gods, he couldn't. He wants this too badly, and every time Yussa encourages him, he wants it even more. "I won't stop until I have given you everything."
When Yussa gathers the strength to move only to reach back and bury his slim fingers in his hair, Caleb's cock pulses inside him, aroused by the connection as much as the sharp pull. He whispers his name, clutching him close and pulling him back into thrusts that become more uneven, more desperate.
Caleb wonders what Yussa would think about being woken like this; with his legs pressed together (or spread) and his thighs slick and Caleb's cock already rocking against those deep, deep parts of him. Waking to the rhythm of the bed and the hot breaths against his neck, to being clutched against Caleb's chest.
The thought, filthy and shameful, is enough to make his gut clench down, and he spills suddenly into Yussa's cunt, burying a too-loud groan in his shoulder. A half second later his hips jolt forward insistently to press himself in all the way. His cock throbs and throbs, and it takes a long time to finish coming. His mind is muddled, and everything is muted except for the man he holds against him. Caleb hears his every gasp.