The way they move together is a little too frantic to be graceful, but it is passionate and intense and consuming. Yussa rides him with increasing fervor, and Caleb endeavors to meet him in kind. Though there is building pleasure, there is no climax to offer relief, and frustration sharpens the need he feels to a deep, throbbing ache.
Kissing his way across Yussa's chest to his other breast, Caleb feels the other man's pace falter, and a moment later he tightens with a cry. Caleb groans against his skin, low and anguished. He feels beside himself with the intensity of conflicting sensation. It's so good, but so much; his arms instinctively circle Yussa's waist to hold him down against his lap, his cock hot and full where it is buried to the root inside him. Gods, he wants to come. He would have come by now, had he not insisted on denying himself. But there is no regret. He would do it again. It's driving him mad, but it's strangely gratifying too, giving up control over his own release completely so that he can be better, more useful, for Yussa.
Lifting his head, Caleb clumsily seeks out his lover's mouth for a kiss, a slightly off-center press of lips as hard as it is brief. He falls back after, head hitting the soft cushion behind him as he takes a ragged breath. That Yussa worked himself to a third orgasm so quickly is a little unexpected, but flattering. After getting him stretched enough to take his cock, Caleb imagined he would want to enjoy it for a bit--or perhaps he still will. There is nothing stopping him.
Caleb considers begging only briefly. As much as he wants to come, he wants Yussa's approval even more. When Yussa calls him sweet, he wants to know that he's earned it. A sweet boy wouldn't put his own needs ahead of his lover's. He would dedicate himself to his lover's pleasure, and not complain.
Still, there is no hiding the tremor in his thighs that goes along with the heavy pulse of his cock and the tight ache in his balls. Even when he tries to will himself to relax, every muscle in his body still feels tense. His face hides nothing, bare and open. Caleb has been stripped of everything but complete honesty, raw and intense in his lust-dark eyes, the twist of his brow, his red and panting mouth.
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Kissing his way across Yussa's chest to his other breast, Caleb feels the other man's pace falter, and a moment later he tightens with a cry. Caleb groans against his skin, low and anguished. He feels beside himself with the intensity of conflicting sensation. It's so good, but so much; his arms instinctively circle Yussa's waist to hold him down against his lap, his cock hot and full where it is buried to the root inside him. Gods, he wants to come. He would have come by now, had he not insisted on denying himself. But there is no regret. He would do it again. It's driving him mad, but it's strangely gratifying too, giving up control over his own release completely so that he can be better, more useful, for Yussa.
Lifting his head, Caleb clumsily seeks out his lover's mouth for a kiss, a slightly off-center press of lips as hard as it is brief. He falls back after, head hitting the soft cushion behind him as he takes a ragged breath. That Yussa worked himself to a third orgasm so quickly is a little unexpected, but flattering. After getting him stretched enough to take his cock, Caleb imagined he would want to enjoy it for a bit--or perhaps he still will. There is nothing stopping him.
Caleb considers begging only briefly. As much as he wants to come, he wants Yussa's approval even more. When Yussa calls him sweet, he wants to know that he's earned it. A sweet boy wouldn't put his own needs ahead of his lover's. He would dedicate himself to his lover's pleasure, and not complain.
Still, there is no hiding the tremor in his thighs that goes along with the heavy pulse of his cock and the tight ache in his balls. Even when he tries to will himself to relax, every muscle in his body still feels tense. His face hides nothing, bare and open. Caleb has been stripped of everything but complete honesty, raw and intense in his lust-dark eyes, the twist of his brow, his red and panting mouth.