With encouragement like that, how could he not continue? He kisses roughly along the curve of a breast, sucking another mark to the surface as a sharp spark of pain jolts through his own body when Yussa grips hard at his shoulder. He groans, the sound muffled against Yussa's skin, as the older man tenses around him with orgasm, tightening around his cock.

Like making his lover come (again--a third time now) has granted him permission, Caleb slips his hand from between them and uses it to grip Yussa's hip instead as he fucks him with a renewed need. The grip of Yussa's ass like this is wildly good, and Caleb pursues his own pleasure self-indulgently, driving into him at a pace that makes the sound of his hips meeting the curve of Yussa's ass audible. The way he continues to suck fresh bruises into his breasts is entirely because it satisfies him to do so, fulfilling an urge to mark and claim that he's felt constantly since yesterday.

It's a little longer before his own pleasure begins to rise, his thrusts getting shorter and sharper. He moans against Yussa's chest, then into the curve of his neck as he kisses his way up. And when that pleasure finally crests he pins the elf's slim hips to the table with his and comes hard enough to wrench a low groan from his chest, his cock pulsing into the tight heat of his ass.