Caleb groans, low and helpless, as Yussa's tongue swipes flat against the head. The man is wearing a handsome smirk, his golden eyes bright with amusement at his expense, and he is kissing and licking at his cock like this isn't a revelation that is currently making Caleb question everything. And just to make sure he is completely wrecked, Yussa purrs yes, sweet boy? up at him, then takes him into his mouth.

Clutching at the bedsheets, Caleb cries out sharply, trying and failing to keep his hips flat against the bed. Yussa's mouth is hot and wet and divine, and the visual, his plush lips parted around his shaft, his hand gliding over what remains, is ridiculously hot.

Gods, he hasn't been sucked off since he was a teenager. Caleb likes everything. His chest heaves with his elevated breathing as he watches Yussa, wet lips smearing against his heated skin. Caleb's face is blazing red, easily as red as his cock, and attempting to stifle the gasps or soft moans or reverent Zemnian obscenities Yussa's attention causes is utterly impossible. His attempts at not squirming are much the same. He's a fucking mess.