Yussa bends beneath the pressure and his legs fold over Caleb's shoulder, still pressed tight together as the other man fucks him without restraint. He pants, breathing hard as the younger man drives into him with a renewed urgency. He tightens around Caleb, his cunt bearing down with sensitivity and arousal, trying to milk what it can. Gods, he cannot remember the last time he was this well-fucked.

He cries out softly as Caleb finds his release. He tries to draw his legs up, but he is quite trapped by the way the other man holds onto him and leans into him. He swears he can feel the throb of Caleb's cock as he comes, emptying in him after patient denial.

He slumps back, flushed and trembling and pinned in place as he rides the pleasure rippling through him. White hair clings to his face and Yussa's hands drop weakly to the bed. As the tension leaves his body, Caleb may find it even easier to fold him in half.