His hands slide to cradle Caleb's face as he buries himself. He is rendered vulnerable by the look on his lover's face and the sweetness in his voice.

"I missed you," he murmurs, accent heavy. He almost cannot take the tenderness with which Caleb touches him. Yussa pulls the younger man down into a kiss, urgent and responsive this time as their mouths meet. "And I am glad you did not wait, Caleb Widogast."

Yussa lays back and takes a few seconds to adjust his position to tangle more with the man on top of him. His nails drag lightly down the back of Caleb's neck. His cunt tightens briefly around Caleb's cock his lover moves.

"Don't stop." They both need this. Perhaps more than either of them can properly articulate. This first, and then--then what is next will be next.