As Yussa moans and writhes under him, Caleb doesn't hold back either. He drives harder into him, breath coming in harsher gasps, and then he feels the tension in Yussa's body as he twists against him and hits the peak he's been building toward. The way he clenches around him almost in waves is unmistakable, and Caleb groans into his neck. He feels incredible, hot wet walls dragging against his cock like his cunt was made to fit him.

He doesn't slow, even as his heart stirs with answering affection when Yussa says his name that way. Caleb is burning up with the arousal he's been denying. His forearms support him on the bed and one hand cradles the back of Yussa's head, fingers threading gently through his hair in contrast to the almost rough snap of his hips.

"Sorry," he gasps. His turn to apologize, apparently. "Sorry, I am--scheisse, I want to come inside you." He's so close to it, mouthing distractedly against his elven lover's throat as he fucks him. Yussa has been so shamelessly desperate for his cock, how could he do anything else?