It is a relief that Yussa doesn't ask him to do anything more complicated. He is a little too desperate to focus on coordination, but he can manage more of the same easy, instinctive movements. Now that he's started, he doesn't want to stop either. Yussa sinks down, and braced against the chaise, Caleb arches up to meet him.

He gives a soft, ragged groan in response to Yussa's breathless encouragement and the hand twisting into his hair. His chin tips up, and his next eager noise is muffled as his lips part to pull the stiff nipple he is being offered into his mouth. Gripping Yussa tight around his narrow waist, he snaps his hips up, seating himself again as Yussa's walls clench around him.

Falling into a rhythm together lets Caleb push up into him hard when they meet in the middle. The ache low in his body persists, centered on his cock. The slick tight pressure of Yussa's cunt feels almost too good, overwhelming, pleasure building without the possibility of a peak. He can't stop seeking more, yet it is maddening. Nosing against the softness of Yussa's pert breast and sucking greedily at his nipple is a much-needed distraction.