Yussa briefly arches his back when he feels the viscous oil running over his skin. He keeps himself braced on the table as Caleb spreads it over his hole, then finally pushes a finger into him. His voice catches on the next exhale and for a moment Yussa is still, allowing Caleb the time to slide it deeper. As soon as Caleb moves his tongue against him again, his patience dissolves.

His fingers stay tight in Caleb's hair as he moves between his lover's tongue and the gentle penetration. He'd taken this man's cock not that long ago, all told, and he finds himself hoping it will not take much to work up to it again. He'd rushed things yesterday, and he may yet rush again. Perhaps there is a way to ease that.

Yussa shifts his focus completely to riding Caleb's tongue, using it to please himself, to chase the crest he eased back from just moments ago. Caleb can do what he likes with his hands, but his mouth is Yussa's. His thighs tremble and feeling builds in him and his breath comes faster until he spasms over top of Caleb with the sudden snap of release. His hips jerk, forcing his slick finger deeper on the next stroke. Yussa nearly goes still, kept from moving by the trembling tension in his thighs.