Yussa arches and writhes on top of him, seemingly unable to keep still, and Caleb can't help how hot he finds that. What a contrast between this man and the one he went to bed with last night. Both are deeply appealing. He'd intended to show Yussa his own flexibility tonight, to prove that he's interested in him for more than dominance play they'd engaged in before. He hadn't expected to see another side of Yussa as well, but he is glad for it.
His lips trace the long line of his ear as he rocks up into him at a steady pace, rough hands fondling his breasts and gently tugging at his nipples to encourage the way his hips squirm. It feels good to chase him with every thrust, to insistently press his cock in deep even when Yussa shifts the angle.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs breathlessly, digging his heels into the bed and watching his cock, shiny with Yussa's wetness, fill his cunt over and over. "I was only intending to get you off, not fuck you, but being inside you is too good." He continues in Zemnian, low and warm, stilted between heavy breaths and quiet moans. Until: "Tell me to touch you again and I will. But I will continue until I am finished, even if you come well before that."
This is as much a part of the fantasy as their discussion about fucking in Yussa's office. Of course he'll stop if he's asked, or if he even suspects that Yussa is uncomfortable. But letting Yussa make the choice to have or delay his own fulfillment, weighing his need against how long Caleb might last, is a delicious idea.
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His lips trace the long line of his ear as he rocks up into him at a steady pace, rough hands fondling his breasts and gently tugging at his nipples to encourage the way his hips squirm. It feels good to chase him with every thrust, to insistently press his cock in deep even when Yussa shifts the angle.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs breathlessly, digging his heels into the bed and watching his cock, shiny with Yussa's wetness, fill his cunt over and over. "I was only intending to get you off, not fuck you, but being inside you is too good." He continues in Zemnian, low and warm, stilted between heavy breaths and quiet moans. Until: "Tell me to touch you again and I will. But I will continue until I am finished, even if you come well before that."
This is as much a part of the fantasy as their discussion about fucking in Yussa's office. Of course he'll stop if he's asked, or if he even suspects that Yussa is uncomfortable. But letting Yussa make the choice to have or delay his own fulfillment, weighing his need against how long Caleb might last, is a delicious idea.