Yussa continues to surprise him with his knowledge of Zemnian. Caleb's eyes flicker up when he curses, and a delighted smile breaks over his lips as Yussa urges him on with some particularly explicit inspiration, words Caleb recognizes from his own lexicon of muttered filthy phrases. Gods, this man. Caleb can't help offering a response praising both his vocabulary and his dirty mouth. His voice is warm and thick speaking his own tongue, the words rumbling up from his chest and murmured low between them.
Only a few more slick, persistent thrusts later, Yussa is reaching for him and holding tight as his muscles tighten and his body curls with the force of his orgasm. Caleb makes an answering sound, an encouraging hum, before he covers the other wizard's lips in a hard kiss, all impulsive passion. The roll of his hips continues to give Yussa the blunt pressure he needs to prolong his climax, but slows considerably to a tighter, more concentrated grind.
An attentive lover like Caleb knows when direct friction where he's most sensitive will become uncomfortable for Yussa, and he withdraws enough before then that he is rubbing only the hot, flushed head of his cock through his folds, avoiding his clit entirely. The kiss breaks and an arm curls around Yussa's waist, holding him secure between Caleb's lap and headboard as Caleb gets a hand free to stroke the aching length of his cock, red and wet in his fist. The head is cradled tight between Yussa's smalls and his cunt, smearing precome into his entrance as it glides easily up and down his slit. Though he could, Caleb makes no move to enter him, instead jerking himself roughly, panting.
He comes quickly like that, with a shudder up his spine and a quiet moan. The wet spot in Yussa's already soaked smalls spreads a little more with every throb of his cock, coating both Yussa's cunt and the silk with his spend. Caleb continues to rub through his folds as he spills, spreading the sticky mess he's making between the older man's thighs and stroking himself to completion.
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Only a few more slick, persistent thrusts later, Yussa is reaching for him and holding tight as his muscles tighten and his body curls with the force of his orgasm. Caleb makes an answering sound, an encouraging hum, before he covers the other wizard's lips in a hard kiss, all impulsive passion. The roll of his hips continues to give Yussa the blunt pressure he needs to prolong his climax, but slows considerably to a tighter, more concentrated grind.
An attentive lover like Caleb knows when direct friction where he's most sensitive will become uncomfortable for Yussa, and he withdraws enough before then that he is rubbing only the hot, flushed head of his cock through his folds, avoiding his clit entirely. The kiss breaks and an arm curls around Yussa's waist, holding him secure between Caleb's lap and headboard as Caleb gets a hand free to stroke the aching length of his cock, red and wet in his fist. The head is cradled tight between Yussa's smalls and his cunt, smearing precome into his entrance as it glides easily up and down his slit. Though he could, Caleb makes no move to enter him, instead jerking himself roughly, panting.
He comes quickly like that, with a shudder up his spine and a quiet moan. The wet spot in Yussa's already soaked smalls spreads a little more with every throb of his cock, coating both Yussa's cunt and the silk with his spend. Caleb continues to rub through his folds as he spills, spreading the sticky mess he's making between the older man's thighs and stroking himself to completion.