That directive has Caleb grinning and ducking down to pluck another eager kiss from Yussa's lips. "Ich werde dich zum Schwitzen bringen, SchΓΆne," he promises, low and gravelly. I'll make you sweat, handsome.
He was planning to take his time tonight, to indulge in sharing pleasure slowly and thoroughly for the first time in his own home, in his own bed. From Yussa's lips, Caleb trails his mouth in warm, slightly rough kisses over his chin and down his throat. When he reaches his breasts, he has to begin ducking under the covers. It's too fucking cold to do anything above the blankets tonight.
Warm hands slide up the inside of Yussa's thighs as his mouth returns to his nipples, flicking over them with his tongue and sucking them between his lips. When his hands reach his hips, one slides back down between his legs to cup his sex in his palm, firm pressure without movement.
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He was planning to take his time tonight, to indulge in sharing pleasure slowly and thoroughly for the first time in his own home, in his own bed. From Yussa's lips, Caleb trails his mouth in warm, slightly rough kisses over his chin and down his throat. When he reaches his breasts, he has to begin ducking under the covers. It's too fucking cold to do anything above the blankets tonight.
Warm hands slide up the inside of Yussa's thighs as his mouth returns to his nipples, flicking over them with his tongue and sucking them between his lips. When his hands reach his hips, one slides back down between his legs to cup his sex in his palm, firm pressure without movement.