It's addictive, honestly, the way Yussa reacts to his more concentrated attention, crying out and panting, shaking, squeezing around him as his back arches. Making him come apart, pushing him toward a higher peak of pleasure, brings on the most incredible high. He pushes and pushes, and eventually his lover gives in. From one moment to the next his body tightens like a spring, quaking. Caleb moans into his cunt and, as breathless Elvish falls from Yussa's lips, he gives his folds a sloppy parting lick and pushes himself up, bracing his arm on the bed for leverage, and keeps fucking his ass.
He holds his weight with that arm while his other hand fingers Yussa endlessly, fast and easy, sweeping in and out of his slicked hole with wet snaps. Hovering over him, above him, angles his wrist up. The result is his palm connecting in a percussive wet smack over the majority of his folds each time he buries his fingers. The spread of his legs is such that the impact reaches all the way from his clit to his sore, empty cunt.
Though half of his face is amess with slick, Caleb still leans down and captures Yussa's lips in a kiss. Laying over him, fingers working him brutally, Caleb sucks his lower lip into his mouth.
A stronger, fuller swat with his palm is resolved by a sympathetic rub over hot, sensitive folds; his hand is so large over Yussa's slit, given his size, that the act of cupping him or sliding over him is hardly an effort. He doesn't give him any reprieve for having just come, nor any other stimulation; only the relentless thrust of his middle and ring fingers in his ass and the sharp smack of his hand against all of his most tender parts, with a rhythm only he can predict.
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He holds his weight with that arm while his other hand fingers Yussa endlessly, fast and easy, sweeping in and out of his slicked hole with wet snaps. Hovering over him, above him, angles his wrist up. The result is his palm connecting in a percussive wet smack over the majority of his folds each time he buries his fingers. The spread of his legs is such that the impact reaches all the way from his clit to his sore, empty cunt.
Though half of his face is amess with slick, Caleb still leans down and captures Yussa's lips in a kiss. Laying over him, fingers working him brutally, Caleb sucks his lower lip into his mouth.
A stronger, fuller swat with his palm is resolved by a sympathetic rub over hot, sensitive folds; his hand is so large over Yussa's slit, given his size, that the act of cupping him or sliding over him is hardly an effort. He doesn't give him any reprieve for having just come, nor any other stimulation; only the relentless thrust of his middle and ring fingers in his ass and the sharp smack of his hand against all of his most tender parts, with a rhythm only he can predict.