Yussa squeezes his thighs tighter together as Caleb ruts into him. His torso twists, the arm beneath his body braced against the bed as he turns more toward it without fully rolling over. That anchors him more against the bed and it keeps his hips right where Caleb wants them - right where the younger man is holding them, dragging him to meet every thrust as his rhythm breaks.

Gods, it's perfect.

He arches as Caleb pushes in hard and tries to muffle a moan against his shoulder. Yussa echoes the sound when he feels the younger man come, cock pulsing inside him. He slumps against the bed, fully boneless again and staying as he is by virtue of Caleb's hold on him and the ease of the position. All he can do is lay there, breathing hard as he comes down from the not-quite-orgasmic satisfaction that comes with knowing he's gotten his lover off. He can feel Caleb panting against his shoulder, skin damp with sweat. His fingers rub tiredly against Caleb's scalp before his hand falls completely, dropping back to the bed.

It's some time before he opens his eyes again, before he feels that his pulse and his breath have calmed enough to do anymore more than lay there. Yussa doesn't hurry to move, though, just smiles and says,

"I needed that."