Finally.

Yussa moans, voice heavy as Caleb's fingers stroke him again. It does not surprise him how quickly the younger man finds a pace and pressure and pattern that has him moving restlessly to meet it. Tension builds in him and his thighs tremble as he rides that edge. It takes so little to work him back up to the peak Caleb had him at before.

"Yes--yes--" His fingers curl, gripping the blankets tighter as Caleb makes an effort to move harder, faster, without giving up their position. Yussa closes his eyes and he cannot help a whimper as his lover's bearded chin and soft lips brush over the delicate shell of his ear, sending a cascade of chills down his back.

He'll come like this and he knows it won't take much longer, not with the teasing he's endured til now, the delay of his release and now the promise of satisfaction. His cunt squeezes around Caleb's cock when the tension in him finally snaps. Yussa arches his back to drive his hips down, grinding urgently against Caleb's fingers as pleasure pulses through him.