Yussa can't help the whine that escapes him when Caleb's mouth leaves him with a final suck. Gods, he feels the loss sharply, but he isn't really given time to protest. He grabs at the arm that Caleb is bracing his weight on, clinging to him, and as the younger man catches his bottom lip. He moans against Caleb's mouth when he tastes himself there.

The smack of Caleb's palm against his cunt earns a sharp cry. Yussa's hips jerk and his thighs strain further apart as the younger man keeps after him, fucking steadily as Caleb moves to lean over him. He stares up at his lover, almost uncomprehending as little shocks spark through him.

His voice rises into a louder sound as Caleb gives a harder smack on the next thrust of his fingers. Yussa's breath comes in ragged, panting gasps; he can't speak, can't beg for reprieve or escalation. The pressure against his swollen folds, his clit, has him caught between trying to push closer and escape every slap.

"Ah--" He tries to clamp his thighs together around the man between them, and it's hard to tell if he's trying to stop the overwhelming onslaught or keep it going. The pace is unforgiving and Yussa feels like he's going to shake apart. "Caleb, please--"