Yussa cries out softly when Caleb lifts his hips to meet him. Elvish falls from his lips, breathless and repetitive as his lover pushes deep into him. His voice gets tight and his fingers dig against Caleb's shoulder. His voice rises and he grabs at Caleb's arm as his body goes tight. He doesn't stop moving even as his rhythm falters, riding out his orgasm with the same urgency all of this began with. He feels every thrust as his cunt squeezes around the cock buried in him.

"You--you are always--"

He curses weakly and catches himself on the bed, trying not to collapse completely on Caleb as his body gives. As that delirious rush of pleasure turns into something more languid, so too does the way Yussa moves over top of his lover, slowing and losing all sense of desperation.

"--Good."