The kiss is messy and perfect, a desperate slide of wet lips and hot, gasping breaths that ends as quickly as it began. The heat beneath Caleb's skin is an inferno, but the burn is sweet. It licks at the base of his spine, spreading thickly down through his thighs and his balls and his hard, leaking cock.
If they are in a hurry, sometimes they skip a few steps and Caleb is treated to the uniquely delicious sensation of really fucking Yussa open on his cock, feeling his walls spread with each slow, deliberate thrust. But tonight they had time, and still they chose this instead. Caleb's head spins with the implications of that, making a deliberate choice to have Yussa this way, being granted the authority to suggest it in the first place.
Yussa is a vision of his deepest desires made real, beautiful and erotic and wanton beyond belief. His well-fucked mouth gasps, hiccups, breathlessly pleads, his dark, wild eyes are losing focus, and his shaking fingers stroke over his swollen clit, so sensitive that his slender body jolts up and Caleb sinks deep inside him, faster and harder than he expected. He can't bite back a groan, eyes fluttering and hand gripping harder at both the headboard and Yussa's thigh. His hips pull back and sink down again, hilting in his lover's fluttering passage.
"Gods, that's it, keep touching yourself for me," he urges, low and breathy, blue eyes burning into the stunning man shamelessly spread out beneath him. "You needy little thing--you feel so fucking good," he pants. He feels insatiable; he feels like he'll come at any moment. He feels beside himself with want. "You cannot help yourself, can you? You wanted this. You love how my cock stretches your tight cunt."
He speaks in a gravelly growl just above a whisper as his deep, grinding thrusts begin to gain force and speed, finally more like fucking than careful exploration.
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If they are in a hurry, sometimes they skip a few steps and Caleb is treated to the uniquely delicious sensation of really fucking Yussa open on his cock, feeling his walls spread with each slow, deliberate thrust. But tonight they had time, and still they chose this instead. Caleb's head spins with the implications of that, making a deliberate choice to have Yussa this way, being granted the authority to suggest it in the first place.
Yussa is a vision of his deepest desires made real, beautiful and erotic and wanton beyond belief. His well-fucked mouth gasps, hiccups, breathlessly pleads, his dark, wild eyes are losing focus, and his shaking fingers stroke over his swollen clit, so sensitive that his slender body jolts up and Caleb sinks deep inside him, faster and harder than he expected. He can't bite back a groan, eyes fluttering and hand gripping harder at both the headboard and Yussa's thigh. His hips pull back and sink down again, hilting in his lover's fluttering passage.
"Gods, that's it, keep touching yourself for me," he urges, low and breathy, blue eyes burning into the stunning man shamelessly spread out beneath him. "You needy little thing--you feel so fucking good," he pants. He feels insatiable; he feels like he'll come at any moment. He feels beside himself with want. "You cannot help yourself, can you? You wanted this. You love how my cock stretches your tight cunt."
He speaks in a gravelly growl just above a whisper as his deep, grinding thrusts begin to gain force and speed, finally more like fucking than careful exploration.