Caleb finds himself with his nose in Yussa's hair as the other man nuzzles against him. Whatever he washes with has a lovely subtle botanical smell. He'll remember that, should he ever have Yussa as a guest in his own home.
The gradual yielding as his body accepts Caleb's fingers seems to renew Yussa's desire, the comfortable plateau of arousal post-orgasm finally spiking again. Caleb kisses him eagerly. The difference between this and the lazy making out they've been doing is palpable--and promising. Pride fills his chest with warmth. Though he has only been doing as asked, it pleases him to see clear evidence that Yussa is enjoying this. Enjoying him.
The burn of his own need has faded and flared intermittently, depending on his own focus. When Yussa speaks, the throb of his neglected erection against his thigh makes Caleb more aware of himself, of how he craves fulfillment, than he's been since this started.
"Gods, please," he whispers, choked.
He wants to roll fully onto his back and offer himself again like a tool to be used for precisely that purpose. He wants to feel the slick, tight channel squeezing around his slowly rocking fingers envelop his aching cock. The mere thought is almost too much. He's never been able to come untouched, but he is fairly certain that it won't take much to have him spilling over tonight. Which just isn't acceptable at all. There must be some preventative measure to take.
"Do you have some way to, ah...keep me going until you are satisfied?" His face is hot with a unique combination of embarrassment and arousal, but asking is far preferable to disappointing his lover with a lack of stamina. Yussa must understand, surely. He's been hard with barely a touch for some time tonight, which would be challenging even for a man who has sex far more often than Caleb. An idea flashes suddenly into his mind, and tumbles straight out from his lips. "My--my hair tie, perhaps--"
Secured firmly enough around the base of his cock, the strip of leather he uses to pull his hair back would serve that purpose. If only he knew where it disappeared to after Yussa slid it loose.
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The gradual yielding as his body accepts Caleb's fingers seems to renew Yussa's desire, the comfortable plateau of arousal post-orgasm finally spiking again. Caleb kisses him eagerly. The difference between this and the lazy making out they've been doing is palpable--and promising. Pride fills his chest with warmth. Though he has only been doing as asked, it pleases him to see clear evidence that Yussa is enjoying this. Enjoying him.
The burn of his own need has faded and flared intermittently, depending on his own focus. When Yussa speaks, the throb of his neglected erection against his thigh makes Caleb more aware of himself, of how he craves fulfillment, than he's been since this started.
"Gods, please," he whispers, choked.
He wants to roll fully onto his back and offer himself again like a tool to be used for precisely that purpose. He wants to feel the slick, tight channel squeezing around his slowly rocking fingers envelop his aching cock. The mere thought is almost too much. He's never been able to come untouched, but he is fairly certain that it won't take much to have him spilling over tonight. Which just isn't acceptable at all. There must be some preventative measure to take.
"Do you have some way to, ah...keep me going until you are satisfied?" His face is hot with a unique combination of embarrassment and arousal, but asking is far preferable to disappointing his lover with a lack of stamina. Yussa must understand, surely. He's been hard with barely a touch for some time tonight, which would be challenging even for a man who has sex far more often than Caleb. An idea flashes suddenly into his mind, and tumbles straight out from his lips. "My--my hair tie, perhaps--"
Secured firmly enough around the base of his cock, the strip of leather he uses to pull his hair back would serve that purpose. If only he knew where it disappeared to after Yussa slid it loose.