Caleb needs no further confirmation. He adds that second finger to the first and presses them in together. Though he feels the expected resistance of Yussa's cunt stretching around a larger intrusion, he also finds that he doesn't have to go quite as slowly as he expected. Yussa is very ready for this step. Caleb rocks his fingers in and out, firm and attentive, coaxing the tightness of Yussa's body to yield for him.
He likes very much the way Yussa scratches through his beard as they kiss, so he encourages it with soft noises lost against Yussa's lips. The first time they were together, he was taken by the way Yussa kisses him, and that has not changed. It feels like Yussa is seeking something from him with every kiss, and Caleb is happy to give and give, his mouth already sensitive and well used. He sweeps his tongue past Yussa's lips as his fingers slot deep into his cunt; he curls them up as he drags them out again, and pulls back for a sharp breath.
"You feel good," he whispers hoarsely, close enough still to feel Yussa's breath on his lips. "I thought of this often. I hoped that I was not the only one."
Gods, it feels like it has been longer than a few months. He has changed in that time. How is it that he can stagnate for decades and then change enough for a lifetime in a single year? The man he was when they first fucked was a far cry from who he was when they met, and he has grown more still since then. He wonders what Yussa sees when he looks at him. He wonders what it is about Caleb Widogast that intrigues him.
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He likes very much the way Yussa scratches through his beard as they kiss, so he encourages it with soft noises lost against Yussa's lips. The first time they were together, he was taken by the way Yussa kisses him, and that has not changed. It feels like Yussa is seeking something from him with every kiss, and Caleb is happy to give and give, his mouth already sensitive and well used. He sweeps his tongue past Yussa's lips as his fingers slot deep into his cunt; he curls them up as he drags them out again, and pulls back for a sharp breath.
"You feel good," he whispers hoarsely, close enough still to feel Yussa's breath on his lips. "I thought of this often. I hoped that I was not the only one."
Gods, it feels like it has been longer than a few months. He has changed in that time. How is it that he can stagnate for decades and then change enough for a lifetime in a single year? The man he was when they first fucked was a far cry from who he was when they met, and he has grown more still since then. He wonders what Yussa sees when he looks at him. He wonders what it is about Caleb Widogast that intrigues him.