It would be special even if it wasn't so rare. But because it is, the way Yussa says please, begging him for his cock, is absolutely irresistible. Any fortitude Caleb might have had to tease him a little longer fades in an instant. Yussa's wet fingers coat his length with his own slick as he rocks against him, and Caleb sucks in a harsh, sharp breath.
"Then I will fill you again," he murmurs, and puts force behind the next roll of his hips. He allows Yussa's fingers to line him up and watches as his entrance stretches around the thicker head of his cock. The slick walls and clenching muscle within pull him slowly deeper until the first inch disappears inside Yussa's cunt. It is all Caleb can do not to pound the rest in after it, not to lose himself completely in the incredibly tight heat enveloping him. He curses in a wavering moan and arcs his body forward until he is bowed over Yussa, one hand braced on the headboard above his head while the other holds his thigh just beneath his knee.
He has to go slowly. Though Yussa is soaked and open with arousal enough that he can fit inside him, it is a near thing. By choice, he hadn't stretched him as thoroughly as he might normally, which has consequences and benefits. On one hand, he has to fuck into him in short, carefully controlled thrusts, rocking out and back in to inch a little deeper each time. On the other, it feels fucking incredible. Yussa's cunt clings to him and stretches for him like this man was made to take his cock.
Head dropping between his shoulders, Caleb presses his brow to Yussa's, vision blurring in close proximity. He doesn't seek to kiss him because he is panting for breath, wordless and already trying to will himself not to come. Though he's been taken to the edge once already, that would still be an embarrassment after all of his talk.
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"Then I will fill you again," he murmurs, and puts force behind the next roll of his hips. He allows Yussa's fingers to line him up and watches as his entrance stretches around the thicker head of his cock. The slick walls and clenching muscle within pull him slowly deeper until the first inch disappears inside Yussa's cunt. It is all Caleb can do not to pound the rest in after it, not to lose himself completely in the incredibly tight heat enveloping him. He curses in a wavering moan and arcs his body forward until he is bowed over Yussa, one hand braced on the headboard above his head while the other holds his thigh just beneath his knee.
He has to go slowly. Though Yussa is soaked and open with arousal enough that he can fit inside him, it is a near thing. By choice, he hadn't stretched him as thoroughly as he might normally, which has consequences and benefits. On one hand, he has to fuck into him in short, carefully controlled thrusts, rocking out and back in to inch a little deeper each time. On the other, it feels fucking incredible. Yussa's cunt clings to him and stretches for him like this man was made to take his cock.
Head dropping between his shoulders, Caleb presses his brow to Yussa's, vision blurring in close proximity. He doesn't seek to kiss him because he is panting for breath, wordless and already trying to will himself not to come. Though he's been taken to the edge once already, that would still be an embarrassment after all of his talk.