Caleb is the picture of need beneath him and it's a heady thing to know that this man is placing his relief, his pleasure, entirely in Yussa's hands. He moves slowly and presses a hand to Caleb's chest, where he leans his weight. The other reaches down, to guide his straining cock into him. There is no need to make him wait any longer, nor is there any need to deny himself this pleasure.
Yussa sinks down and he cannot quite help the sound in the back of his throat as Caleb fills him. His other hand joins the first on Caleb's chest for balance and support as he sinks down. He is wet and hot, slick with the excesses of his own arousal thanks to Caleb's skillful ministrations. Even if he feels a stretch, there is very little resistance to the penetration.
"Oh, gods--" His voice is tight and his thighs tremble until he has taken Caleb entirely: he can feel the wrapped fabric and knot against his cunt. For a moment he stays as he is, allowing himself to recover a bit from taking his lover all in one go. He whispers something else in Elvish and finally moves just to circle his hips, barely lifting up in favor of grinding against the man beneath him.
"Is that better?" he manages, attempting to sound far more together than he feels. "You feel as good as I remember, Caleb Widogast. Perhaps better, as it was only memory."
There, a smile flickers across his face. Yussa moves his hands from Caleb's chest in favor of bracing himself against the chaise. He trusts the strong hands gripping his thighs and his hip to keep him from losing his balance. He likes the way Caleb holds him, he has from the very beginning.
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Yussa sinks down and he cannot quite help the sound in the back of his throat as Caleb fills him. His other hand joins the first on Caleb's chest for balance and support as he sinks down. He is wet and hot, slick with the excesses of his own arousal thanks to Caleb's skillful ministrations. Even if he feels a stretch, there is very little resistance to the penetration.
"Oh, gods--" His voice is tight and his thighs tremble until he has taken Caleb entirely: he can feel the wrapped fabric and knot against his cunt. For a moment he stays as he is, allowing himself to recover a bit from taking his lover all in one go. He whispers something else in Elvish and finally moves just to circle his hips, barely lifting up in favor of grinding against the man beneath him.
"Is that better?" he manages, attempting to sound far more together than he feels. "You feel as good as I remember, Caleb Widogast. Perhaps better, as it was only memory."
There, a smile flickers across his face. Yussa moves his hands from Caleb's chest in favor of bracing himself against the chaise. He trusts the strong hands gripping his thighs and his hip to keep him from losing his balance. He likes the way Caleb holds him, he has from the very beginning.