His hand remains tight in Caleb's, clinging to the younger man as he so expertly works him through the delicious aftershocks of his pleasure. It's such a tender hold and the care it shows make him ache in another way. Yussa's thumb strokes over Caleb's as the other man lifts his head to kiss his hip, then higher, and higher. Yussa's hand is just starting to relax it's grip by the time Caleb reaches his navel.

By the time Caleb is out from beneath the blanket, he'll be treated to a sight: Yussa, lips parted and eyes closed as he pants, dark skin flushed even exposed to the cooler air. He feels the blanket move and manages to open his eyes again, just as Caleb eases a second finger into him. Yussa groans quietly and drops his head back. His hips lift, encouraging the easy slide of his lover's fingers. Yussa can feel his cunt throb around them, making him very aware of the gentle stretch.

His fingers are weak as they stroke through Caleb's hair, pushing it back from his handsome, messy face as his mouth moves higher still.