How could he possibly do anything else? A powerful thrill courses through him every time their eyes meet, and Caleb has to obey those low commands. Yussa's voice is like velvet, but his certainty is like steel. As ever, Caleb wants very badly to please him.

His tongue wets his lips and he clutches Yussa tighter against him, fingers digging into the plush curve of his ass. His gaze sweeps down from the searing heat in the older man's eyes to his chest, straining with each breath against the tight bandeau, along the lovely expanse of his bare stomach to his spread thighs and his smalls stretched obscenely by his cock.

Caleb doesn't stop, and with Yussa held tight in his lap, he lets his hips roll faster, with a barely coordinated jerk that pushes him to meet his waiting fingers. Everything between them is slick with Yussa's arousal, and the wet sound of his coated cock rubbing through his sensitive folds makes him throb and push against him harder. He grinds deliberately against his clit, digging his knees into the bed for stability and angling his thrusts to put more pressure there.

His body curls inadvertently toward him, back bowing and shoulders hunching. Their brows touch for a time as Caleb loses himself to sensation, gasping and panting watching down Yussa's body as he fucks against him rather than into him.