Perhaps it is coincidence, but Caleb doesn't miss the way Yussa bears down on him as he pushes in again. It certainly seems like a reaction to his words, which stirs up all sorts of wicked thoughts. If Yussa enjoys that fantasy so much, maybe they can discuss it later.

"Did you like that?" he asks now, husky and gently teasing. With enough buttons undone, he tugs open the front of Yussa's caftan to bare his breasts. Both hands slide up his slim torso to squeeze at the soft flesh, rolling peaked nipples between thumb and forefinger. "You have been on my mind for days. I would have you any way I could."

His hips meet Yussa's as he bottoms out, and again when he pulls back to repeat the motion, stroking slowly deep inside his cunt to spread his passage open for longer, smoother thrusts to come. He is pacing himself for both their sakes, trying to keep a handle on his eagerness and regulate his breathing. If he relinquished his self-control, he could easily bring himself to a swift finish. But that isn't what he wants. He wants to take his time, to enjoy the unbelievable gift that is Yussa quietly and passively permitting him to take his pleasure this way. It is too good to squander.