The way Yussa's cunt clenches down around him when he stops stroking him is obscene, because taking away the pleasure he's been giving him shouldn't feel so good. But Yussa's body clings to him, taking what satisfaction he can from holding his cock deep inside. Caleb takes a shuddering breath, nuzzling against his jaw. Yussa is all but limp against him, abuzz with restless energy but suddenly unable to direct it, rendering him a pliant, agreeable vessel. But Caleb does not mistake the trust inherent here.
"Thank you," he murmurs, and kisses the shell of his ear. "I promise to make it worth the wait." The least he can do in apology for delaying his orgasm is make it a very good one.
With Yussa's leg secure over his own, Caleb holds him tight around the middle and rolls them both, much easier this time since he is only rolling onto his back and taking Yussa with him. He breathes in sharply when his cock shifts inside him in the process, but they remain connected. Somehow he seems even smaller laying on top of him, and he isn't very heavy. Caleb guides the back of Yussa's head to rest against his shoulder with gentle hands, stroking lightly through his mussed white hair, then tracing fingertips down his face, his neck, over his shoulders and collarbones to his pert little breasts. His hands cup them with room to spare, firm without being rough as he massages soft, tender flesh.
Caleb bends his knees to brace his feet against the bed, spreading them apart for stability and forcing Yussa's legs to spread open even wider around them. It is a breathtaking view, one they share. He begins to rock up into his elven lover slowly, movements reserved, both testing the position and his own sensitivity. His cock throbs eagerly, fucking with ease in and out of Yussa's slick, receptive cunt. But there is still a sharpness behind it that makes Caleb certain that going any faster this soon would be too much for him.
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"Thank you," he murmurs, and kisses the shell of his ear. "I promise to make it worth the wait." The least he can do in apology for delaying his orgasm is make it a very good one.
With Yussa's leg secure over his own, Caleb holds him tight around the middle and rolls them both, much easier this time since he is only rolling onto his back and taking Yussa with him. He breathes in sharply when his cock shifts inside him in the process, but they remain connected. Somehow he seems even smaller laying on top of him, and he isn't very heavy. Caleb guides the back of Yussa's head to rest against his shoulder with gentle hands, stroking lightly through his mussed white hair, then tracing fingertips down his face, his neck, over his shoulders and collarbones to his pert little breasts. His hands cup them with room to spare, firm without being rough as he massages soft, tender flesh.
Caleb bends his knees to brace his feet against the bed, spreading them apart for stability and forcing Yussa's legs to spread open even wider around them. It is a breathtaking view, one they share. He begins to rock up into his elven lover slowly, movements reserved, both testing the position and his own sensitivity. His cock throbs eagerly, fucking with ease in and out of Yussa's slick, receptive cunt. But there is still a sharpness behind it that makes Caleb certain that going any faster this soon would be too much for him.