"Caleb--" Yussa's voice breaks in a moan as the younger man's fingers finally give him direct attention. Gods, he is aching now. And when Caleb's other hand steads to knead and pinch and tease his breast, Yussa feels utterly enveloped.

He shifts as he tries to slide his leg over Caleb's to open himself more. His chest heaves gently as he pants for breath and slick walls squeeze around Caleb's cock as it gets harder. Yussa moves his hips, trying to fuck himself even as he works to meet every stroke of his lover's fingers.

"Faster, please," he gasps as his pleasure mounts, pushing him toward his peak. If Caleb does not want him to finish like this, he'll have to consider his options quickly.

A trembling hand slides down Caleb's arm and past his fingers to rub over the inch or so near the base of his cock that isn't fully buried in him.