Tugging him by his hair, even gently, proves a very effective way to give Caleb direction. That Yussa doesn't hesitate to do so is especially compelling. The way he takes control is so effortless, so absolute, despite the way he trembles with pleasure. Caleb feels well taken care of, and very much appreciated. He could do this for a long while, he thinks, warmth spreading through him as he earns a repetition of that newly coveted endearment. This kind of contentment is something he can't get anywhere else.
Swapping things up at Yussa's request is nearly effortless. His arm withdraws as slick lips close around the hard swell of his clit, sucking lightly. Hand repositioned between Yussa's legs, Caleb drags his middle and index fingers up and down through his folds, soaked with Yussa's arousal and his own saliva. The rough pads of his fingers stroke and circle the sensitive opening of his cunt, testing the give of his entrance. He feels inviting, soft and wet, but Caleb remembers the patient, careful fingering Yussa needed months ago, how tight he was around just one even after coming.
The anticipation of feeling that again, of coaxing Yussa's body gently open, sends a bolt of raw need straight to his cock, startlingly strong. He squeezes his eyes shut as his vision briefly swims.
When Caleb eases his index finger past his opening, he's glad for his caution. Yussa's body yields as he presses slowly deeper, wonderfully aroused and seemingly eager for firmer penetration than his tongue can provide, and he's able to bury his finger all the way to the last knuckle quite smoothly. But where one is perfectly cradled in his tight heat, two would have been too much right away. Instead of a thrusting motion, he crooks his finger and rubs against the silky pressure of Yussa's walls to a rhythm that will compliment the avid attention of his mouth, feeling the clench of inner muscle and pushing back against it.
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Swapping things up at Yussa's request is nearly effortless. His arm withdraws as slick lips close around the hard swell of his clit, sucking lightly. Hand repositioned between Yussa's legs, Caleb drags his middle and index fingers up and down through his folds, soaked with Yussa's arousal and his own saliva. The rough pads of his fingers stroke and circle the sensitive opening of his cunt, testing the give of his entrance. He feels inviting, soft and wet, but Caleb remembers the patient, careful fingering Yussa needed months ago, how tight he was around just one even after coming.
The anticipation of feeling that again, of coaxing Yussa's body gently open, sends a bolt of raw need straight to his cock, startlingly strong. He squeezes his eyes shut as his vision briefly swims.
When Caleb eases his index finger past his opening, he's glad for his caution. Yussa's body yields as he presses slowly deeper, wonderfully aroused and seemingly eager for firmer penetration than his tongue can provide, and he's able to bury his finger all the way to the last knuckle quite smoothly. But where one is perfectly cradled in his tight heat, two would have been too much right away. Instead of a thrusting motion, he crooks his finger and rubs against the silky pressure of Yussa's walls to a rhythm that will compliment the avid attention of his mouth, feeling the clench of inner muscle and pushing back against it.