The full moan and the roll of Yussa's body has Caleb smiling against his slick, hot skin. He's been waiting for this, for his voice raised in pleasure and how his hard clit feels against his tongue. He feels the blanket shift, not enough that he feels the air against his skin yet, but enough to tell him that Yussa is getting overheated. Good.

Fortunately, Caleb has plenty of practice, and knows how to work up a pace his lover will enjoy. He knows just when to lick deeper into Yussa's cunt, dipping his tongue into the source of the slick so he can smear more wetness around his clit. Though he knows this is what Yussa wants too, it feels almost self-indulgent to curl his tongue up the same way again, then again, keeping it right there on his clit. A low moan rumbles up from his chest.

He licks and then sucks, pulling it, stiff and hot, between his lips. Gods, he loves sucking him off like this, dragging over him with his lips and swirling around him with his tongue, feeling how his clit twitches and pulses.