His faculties return to him slowly, sluggishly. He exhales from his nose, which is pressed against the place where Yussa's shoulder joins his neck. His hand slides from Yussa's waist up the center of his chest, palm settling flat between his breasts just to feel him breathe, one deep inhale at a time.
The lull as they lay together sweaty and spent is comfortable. It is the kind of ease and intimacy Caleb would expect only with someone he knows far better; certainly not a man he met yesterday night. Caleb is so careful about who he spends the occasional casual night with, who he dates, that he rarely does either of those things. So Yussa was already an exception. But nothing about this liaison has been what he expected, and so far only for the better. He can only hope that trend continues.
When Yussa finally stirs to speak, Caleb can hear the smile in his voice. He can't help smiling too, foolish and high on good sex and pleasing a man who should by all measures be miles out of his league. Yussa likes him enough to want more of this, to negotiate it with him specifically. Every time he thinks about that he feels slightly giddy.
"So did I, apparently," he agrees, and doesn't move either, except to kiss the back of Yussa's neck, then behind his ear. "I am glad it was what you wanted." There is no way it wouldn't be too much, wanting to hold him like this for the rest of the night. But he can dare small steps, maybe. His breath hitches before he asks, "Can I stay inside you a little longer?"
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The lull as they lay together sweaty and spent is comfortable. It is the kind of ease and intimacy Caleb would expect only with someone he knows far better; certainly not a man he met yesterday night. Caleb is so careful about who he spends the occasional casual night with, who he dates, that he rarely does either of those things. So Yussa was already an exception. But nothing about this liaison has been what he expected, and so far only for the better. He can only hope that trend continues.
When Yussa finally stirs to speak, Caleb can hear the smile in his voice. He can't help smiling too, foolish and high on good sex and pleasing a man who should by all measures be miles out of his league. Yussa likes him enough to want more of this, to negotiate it with him specifically. Every time he thinks about that he feels slightly giddy.
"So did I, apparently," he agrees, and doesn't move either, except to kiss the back of Yussa's neck, then behind his ear. "I am glad it was what you wanted." There is no way it wouldn't be too much, wanting to hold him like this for the rest of the night. But he can dare small steps, maybe. His breath hitches before he asks, "Can I stay inside you a little longer?"