Caleb is aware of what Yussa had been expecting, and takes his own quiet pleasure in subverting that, if only briefly, as the elf curses beneath him. It's satisfying to be able to surprise him still. With the way Yussa reaches to draw him in and how his cunt flexes so perfectly around his cock to do the same, is tempting to continue this way a little longer. But he keeps his purpose in mind, and fucks deep with only a few more efficient thrusts before withdrawing completely.

Yesterday they'd hurried, and using plenty of oil was the only responsible thing to do. But they hadn't today, and Yussa's ass is stretched and well-oiled already, which means that Caleb can indulge. His flushed cock is visibly wet when he pulls it from the other man's cunt, more than enough for his purposes. With a light touch, he redirects his length down to tease the head against Yussa's well-prepared rim. There is only so long he can wait when he finds it hot and slick and surprisingly soft. While still not so pliant as his cunt, his hole yields with just a little concentrated pressure, and the slow push to sheathe his cock inside that tight, perfect passage is not so difficult as it was before--for either of them, he suspects.

Breathing loud and unsteady, Caleb caresses the edge of where they're joined, the muscle now tightly stretched around the base of his cock. Yussa may as well be the only thing in the world, for all that nothing else seems to matter but him. "Oh, schatz," Caleb sighs, brow knitting up in pleasure as he gives the gentlest, shallowest thrust he can just to watch the way his cock rubs slickly out and in again. "Look at how well you take me."