Even if Yussa wasn't so readily urging him on, Caleb would find it all but impossible to hold back. Not after he's been doing it practically since he found Yussa there in his workroom, since he saw how wet and open and ready he was. Yussa makes it even easier to press deep inside him as he lifts his hips, and Caleb moans. He only needs this, just a little more. He pushes himself up on his arms just enough to see Yussa under him, his gold eyes dark and his warm brown skin flushed. He's breathtaking, and he wants it so badly he's clawing at his clothes to get him closer.

Caleb kisses him once, too breathless to sustain it. His own skin is red and hot, his flush disappears beneath his half-opened shirt and his hair slips out of its tie. He falls out of rhythm, hips rolling in hard, smooth thrusts as he chases his building orgasm, the fulfillment of emptying himself in the elven wizard's needy cunt.

It happens without much warning; his hips stutter and shove roughly down, pinning Yussa's to the bed and burying his cock to the hilt as it throbs, coating those tight walls with his seed in thick pulses. Pleasure crashes through him, powerful and dizzying, almost enough to make him unaware of the way he moans Yussa's name again and again. It's so good, all the more intense for being drawn out, and he fills his lover to the brim.