"I would respect your schedule, Professor." Caleb's lips curl with quiet, playful humor even as he struggles to maintain some composure. Yussa's squirming against him, seeking more from his fingers, is driving his body into a state of both desperate and reluctant arousal. The tight pull of warm, wet walls encourages stiffness back into his cock, like his body just can't help but give Yussa what he needs. "I only want to give you some relief, after all, during a stressful day."

He gives him a taste of that relief when his strokes get longer, finally rubbing all the way up and over the sensitive and swollen tip of his clit consistently. Gods, he loves the silky heat of him, the contrast between hard and soft.

With the arm beneath Yussa, it is very easy for Caleb to reach for a small breast and knead it, pinching the dark brown nipple between thumb and forefinger. His breath grows increasingly heavy as his cock does the same inside Yussa.