Caleb gives a warm, pleased hum at Yussa's agreement. His arms tighten around him, though dragging him closer is all but impossible, and his chin tips up to meet the affectionate touch to his cheek. He'll remain like this for as long as Yussa is willing to allow it--even if Yussa doesn't intend to remain quite as still as he was expecting.
The shift of Yussa's hips pulls a sharp gasp from Caleb at the friction against his sensitive cock, still with enough stiffness to grind on. There is a flare of heat in his belly, but it prickles with an edge of discomfort, of too much too soon. Intense as it is, he doesn't dislike it. He buries his face in the crook of Yussa's neck again with a heavier breath, but doesn't complain. In fact, he thinks of offering to get Yussa off again like this, of how sweetly it would ache to have him clenching and moving around him.
It seems like the sort of thing Yussa might enjoy. That they might enjoy together. He takes a moment to wonder at how quickly he's developed a sense for what their mutual tastes might be.
"Are you wanting a little more?" he asks, a warm murmur that is clearly an offer. "If I am not mistaken, you liked my fingers here quite a bit earlier." A hand moves low enough on Yussa's stomach that his fingers could brush his clit if he let them. He'd liked his fingers there too, the thrill of feeling him swell to fullness and stroking him until he couldn't help fucking into his hand.
no subject
The shift of Yussa's hips pulls a sharp gasp from Caleb at the friction against his sensitive cock, still with enough stiffness to grind on. There is a flare of heat in his belly, but it prickles with an edge of discomfort, of too much too soon. Intense as it is, he doesn't dislike it. He buries his face in the crook of Yussa's neck again with a heavier breath, but doesn't complain. In fact, he thinks of offering to get Yussa off again like this, of how sweetly it would ache to have him clenching and moving around him.
It seems like the sort of thing Yussa might enjoy. That they might enjoy together. He takes a moment to wonder at how quickly he's developed a sense for what their mutual tastes might be.
"Are you wanting a little more?" he asks, a warm murmur that is clearly an offer. "If I am not mistaken, you liked my fingers here quite a bit earlier." A hand moves low enough on Yussa's stomach that his fingers could brush his clit if he let them. He'd liked his fingers there too, the thrill of feeling him swell to fullness and stroking him until he couldn't help fucking into his hand.