It borders on cruel when Yussa grinds down like that, making Caleb feel the pressure without allowing him any access, and he loves it. Well, he hates it, but he loves hating it. Sometimes he gets as much pleasure from being told no as he does from getting what he wants. Having it dangled in front of him makes him want it that much more.

Which is why he devours him like a man starved the moment he's given permission. A moan catches in his throat, and strains up before he can drag Yussa down against him again. His tongue circles his entrance and licks over and through his folds again and again, his soft lips catch on his clit, and his beard drags against sensitive skin as he eats him out with a purpose.

At the same time, he drags his fingers in and out of his ass with steady determination, pressing them deep before pulling them out again. The pace picks up only when he can feel it getting easier, when he knows Yussa's body is adjusting and a faster fuck will feel good.