"I am lucky," Caleb continues, low and warm, "that this is something you enjoy. So I can arrive in the middle of the night and know that if I want you, I can have you." It isn't quite so simple, of course, but it certainly sounds good murmured into the quiet half-dark with Yussa pliant beneath him.
The growing throb of heat in his body pushes him to continue before he winds up spilling all over Yussa's folds. Guiding the flushed head of his cock to his entrance, he presses inside with slow, aching care, as promised. It has been several weeks since they were last together this way, and while the tight grip of Yussa's cunt stretching for him feels dizzying, he takes his time working himself deeper to let his lover adjust. When Yussa cannot immediately voice his discomfort, he must be especially careful not to cause any.
The view as he does is spectacular. Between slender brown thighs, his already slick length grows wetter still as it glides in and out of the other man's tight opening, the drag back and forth against clinging walls becoming gradually easier. His breath stutters out of him, audibly edged with a moan, and he releases a hip so that deft fingers can begin undoing the buttons still keeping Yussa's nightgown closed.
"I know that you know exactly what is happening." He lowers his voice even further, a gravelly, panting scrape. "But I wonder if it would also thrill you to be unaware, and wake in the morning to an ache between your legs and evidence that your rest was not as uninterrupted as you thought."
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The growing throb of heat in his body pushes him to continue before he winds up spilling all over Yussa's folds. Guiding the flushed head of his cock to his entrance, he presses inside with slow, aching care, as promised. It has been several weeks since they were last together this way, and while the tight grip of Yussa's cunt stretching for him feels dizzying, he takes his time working himself deeper to let his lover adjust. When Yussa cannot immediately voice his discomfort, he must be especially careful not to cause any.
The view as he does is spectacular. Between slender brown thighs, his already slick length grows wetter still as it glides in and out of the other man's tight opening, the drag back and forth against clinging walls becoming gradually easier. His breath stutters out of him, audibly edged with a moan, and he releases a hip so that deft fingers can begin undoing the buttons still keeping Yussa's nightgown closed.
"I know that you know exactly what is happening." He lowers his voice even further, a gravelly, panting scrape. "But I wonder if it would also thrill you to be unaware, and wake in the morning to an ache between your legs and evidence that your rest was not as uninterrupted as you thought."