Caleb feels greedy. As Yussa falls apart yet again against him, around him, he can't help thinking that he'd take this as many times as he could get it. He loves feeling Yussa's pleasure, knowing he's been skilled and clever enough and desired enough to cause it. He presses the other man close, accounting for the shift in weight as he loses the ability to hold himself up. He is trembling far too much for that.

His own breath comes hard and heavy. Yussa feels too good tightening around him. His fingers press deep into his ass and fall still as he uses the grip of his fluttering cunt for several more hard thrusts, driving into him with a demand that he desperately needs fulfilled. His cock pulses inside him, and finally with a groan Caleb shoves deep and comes, going still. It rolls through him in delirious, amplified waves as he gives Yussa what he'd asked for, spilling full and thick inside him.

The problem is that he now feels pretty wrung out too. The best he can do is sit back more heavily on his heels and let Yussa straddle his lap, keeping him close as his cock twitches with release in his cunt.

Orgasms here really aren't like anything else he's experienced; they last and last, refracted and reflected and repeating, and the intensity is unmatched. It is almost like he can sense Yussa's pleasure too, an invisible but tangible bond, and it only drives him higher. He kisses him, looking for somewhere to share that intensity.