Caleb draws out his orgasm expertly and Yussa trembles on top of him as he rides that wave as far as it will take him. The younger man's pace slows, and soon enough Yussa's hand gently grips Caleb's forearm. He doesn't need to say anything to warn that he is getting oversensitive, and if he were more coherent he'd be pleased that his lover can read him so well.

Yussa comes down slowly, his body soon going weak on top of Caleb's. He lays against the other man, panting for breath as a lazy smile blossoms across his face.

His hand runs over Caleb's arm, absently tracing the lines of muscle beneath warm skin. Seconds, maybe minutes tick by as he listens to the sound of their breathing. He can feel the rise and fall of Caleb's chest beneath his back. Eventually, his hand leaves Caleb's arm and drifts lower, until his fingers can brush over the base of his cock.