Yussa wraps his arm around Caleb's head, cradling it as the younger man's mouth closes around his nipple in a firm suck. His breathing is ragged as Caleb's hips snap up and they find a rhythm together.
By necessity in this position, their movements are short and deep. Yussa rocks his hips to meet every upward thrust. Another jolt of pleasure ruses through him as Caleb's tongue and teeth drag over tender skin, as he sucks and moans against his skin. It feels hard enough to bruise, and Yussa finding himself hoping that it will.
He stretches his back, arching to change the angle of his hips so that he can feel the knot of fabric rubbing against him with every thrust. He tries to grind against Caleb every time their bodies meet. He was not anticipating this makeshift toy to add so much to the experience, but gods--they may need to try this again.
He can feel his pleasure mounting, the tension in him coiling tight. Caleb's desperation is catching, or perhaps it's just the heady feeling of having such a capable man devoted to him, devouring him however Yussa will allow. This is the culmination of desires that have been kept at bay since the first time, months ago.
Yussa can feel the strain in his thighs and low in his belly and his back; his arms tremble as his rhythm breaks. He cries out as he bears down around Caleb's cock; rather than trying to lift himself, he grinds down as hard as he can, rocking on Caleb's lap until he feels the tension break. He comes with another low moan and a wave of tension, still clinging to Caleb's head and the cushion of the chaise.
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By necessity in this position, their movements are short and deep. Yussa rocks his hips to meet every upward thrust. Another jolt of pleasure ruses through him as Caleb's tongue and teeth drag over tender skin, as he sucks and moans against his skin. It feels hard enough to bruise, and Yussa finding himself hoping that it will.
He stretches his back, arching to change the angle of his hips so that he can feel the knot of fabric rubbing against him with every thrust. He tries to grind against Caleb every time their bodies meet. He was not anticipating this makeshift toy to add so much to the experience, but gods--they may need to try this again.
He can feel his pleasure mounting, the tension in him coiling tight. Caleb's desperation is catching, or perhaps it's just the heady feeling of having such a capable man devoted to him, devouring him however Yussa will allow. This is the culmination of desires that have been kept at bay since the first time, months ago.
Yussa can feel the strain in his thighs and low in his belly and his back; his arms tremble as his rhythm breaks. He cries out as he bears down around Caleb's cock; rather than trying to lift himself, he grinds down as hard as he can, rocking on Caleb's lap until he feels the tension break. He comes with another low moan and a wave of tension, still clinging to Caleb's head and the cushion of the chaise.