Yussa smiles beatifically as he pushes himself up more. His hands press to the chaise on either side of Caleb's head as he circles his hips, quite enjoying the gentle friction of it and the firm rub of the knot of fabric against his clit. That earns another flutter of tension deep inside him.
"Are you intent on burning tonight into my memory as well?" he murmurs, voice warm and heavy as he works up to moving more. He feels sensitive, but he's not yet past the point of finding pleasure in it. He luxuriates in the way the younger man's hands feel on his waist, the familiar callouses and the difference in size. Yussa knows that he is petite, but it rarely enters his mind as more than a passing thought outside moments like this. He is not often touched. And yet Caleb has touched him everywhere.
"Will you bring this dream with you when you leave?"
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Yussa smiles beatifically as he pushes himself up more. His hands press to the chaise on either side of Caleb's head as he circles his hips, quite enjoying the gentle friction of it and the firm rub of the knot of fabric against his clit. That earns another flutter of tension deep inside him.
"Are you intent on burning tonight into my memory as well?" he murmurs, voice warm and heavy as he works up to moving more. He feels sensitive, but he's not yet past the point of finding pleasure in it. He luxuriates in the way the younger man's hands feel on his waist, the familiar callouses and the difference in size. Yussa knows that he is petite, but it rarely enters his mind as more than a passing thought outside moments like this. He is not often touched. And yet Caleb has touched him everywhere.
"Will you bring this dream with you when you leave?"