Yussa settles into his reading, though he is only half paying attention as Caleb slowly works him up. It's comfortable, even as his arousal builds again. Still, he does actually read, and he has the unique experience of his taste, Caleb's, and the wine all together on his tongue for the first few sips from the glass.
He doesn't look at Caleb but he breathes in sharply when the younger man finally pushes his tongue deeper into his cunt. Yussa can feel himself tighten briefly around him and he takes a deeper, steadying breath as Caleb sets to thoroughly cleaning him out. Of course, every little flick and stroke of his tongue encourages the wetness that comes with growing arousal. A few times, Yussa shifts his hips - never too much, always as if it's an after thought - to rock against Caleb's tongue or to feel it at a more particular angle.
Somewhere around the twenty minute mark, he sets his wine aside. He does not stop reading, however, or at least does not appear to. But now that his hand is free, Yussa absently runs his fingers along some of the chains draped over his torso. He caresses the small swell of his breast, lets his thumb brush against the firm nipple. His touch lingers there, circling and stroking, indulging in a pinch or two. Yussa stops long enough to turn the page.
His breathing is faster now, though still deep - he isn't panting, but everything is certainly--elevated. And he doesn't hold back a little moan the next time Caleb's tongue teases over his clit. He swallows thickly and the warmth in his cheeks deepens.
Then he begins to read out loud. He has apparently reached a particularly lascivious scene in a smutty novel, and has decided to share it with Caleb while he works. It involves some many-tentacled sea creature ravishing the novel's protagonist. Thoroughly. Yussa is careful not to skip any part as he describes the way its arms curl around slender legs, trapping them together even as others prod curiously at the heat between them.
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He doesn't look at Caleb but he breathes in sharply when the younger man finally pushes his tongue deeper into his cunt. Yussa can feel himself tighten briefly around him and he takes a deeper, steadying breath as Caleb sets to thoroughly cleaning him out. Of course, every little flick and stroke of his tongue encourages the wetness that comes with growing arousal. A few times, Yussa shifts his hips - never too much, always as if it's an after thought - to rock against Caleb's tongue or to feel it at a more particular angle.
Somewhere around the twenty minute mark, he sets his wine aside. He does not stop reading, however, or at least does not appear to. But now that his hand is free, Yussa absently runs his fingers along some of the chains draped over his torso. He caresses the small swell of his breast, lets his thumb brush against the firm nipple. His touch lingers there, circling and stroking, indulging in a pinch or two. Yussa stops long enough to turn the page.
His breathing is faster now, though still deep - he isn't panting, but everything is certainly--elevated. And he doesn't hold back a little moan the next time Caleb's tongue teases over his clit. He swallows thickly and the warmth in his cheeks deepens.
Then he begins to read out loud. He has apparently reached a particularly lascivious scene in a smutty novel, and has decided to share it with Caleb while he works. It involves some many-tentacled sea creature ravishing the novel's protagonist. Thoroughly. Yussa is careful not to skip any part as he describes the way its arms curl around slender legs, trapping them together even as others prod curiously at the heat between them.