Caleb knows he is being a little mean, even beyond the pain-pleasure of the smacks he's rained over Yussa's cunt. Forcing him to come like this, pushing him to a peak with denial as much as stimulation, is hardly the sort of nice, satisfying orgasm he normally enjoys providing, the sort that leaves Yussa sated and smiling. But for this, with the rest of the night ahead of them, he doesn't want to leave Yussa satisfied again just yet. He wants him to come and realize he is still aching. Still empty and desperate to be filled.
Watching and feeling his lover's orgasm shudder through him in a wave of twitching tension has a very similar effect on Caleb, honestly. It's a triumph, an accomplishment that makes him dizzy with the knowledge of his own influence, but he is still aching for more.
"You are incredible," Caleb praises with that same hushed reverence, palm rubbing slowly over his throbbing cunt one last time before he withdraws his hand completely, sliding his slick fingers with savoring slowness from the stretched rim of his ass. He kisses Yussa's brow, beaded with sweat, and with his aching arm, pushes himself up until he is kneeling between Yussa's wide-spread thighs.
He looks fucked-out, his thin chest heaving with panting breaths, his muscles still shaking. Caleb gazes down at him, the dark, unfocused look of his eyes, with a unique appreciation, the sort of pride he's felt upon taking Yussa apart before. But then, usually, they were finished. Tonight they are very much not. Perhaps he should allow a little more rest, more of a reprieve--but Yussa asked for his cock, and he said he'd have it. And Caleb, seized with a sort of possessiveness he rarely feels, isn't content to stop here. Warring with his natural concern about being overbearing is a raw desire to have what is his. He made Yussa like this, so he wants him like this, while he is still twitching, throbbing, loose-limbed and helpless.
"Gods, I had no idea you would be so perfect," he murmurs, and kisses the inside of a trembling knee. His slick hand slides between his own legs, breath hitching audibly as he strokes his heavy cock with Yussa's wetness. When he notices Yussa's book on the bed, pages askew after being dropped from limp fingers, he reaches for it with his clean hand and fixes it, closing it with care and moving it aside.
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Watching and feeling his lover's orgasm shudder through him in a wave of twitching tension has a very similar effect on Caleb, honestly. It's a triumph, an accomplishment that makes him dizzy with the knowledge of his own influence, but he is still aching for more.
"You are incredible," Caleb praises with that same hushed reverence, palm rubbing slowly over his throbbing cunt one last time before he withdraws his hand completely, sliding his slick fingers with savoring slowness from the stretched rim of his ass. He kisses Yussa's brow, beaded with sweat, and with his aching arm, pushes himself up until he is kneeling between Yussa's wide-spread thighs.
He looks fucked-out, his thin chest heaving with panting breaths, his muscles still shaking. Caleb gazes down at him, the dark, unfocused look of his eyes, with a unique appreciation, the sort of pride he's felt upon taking Yussa apart before. But then, usually, they were finished. Tonight they are very much not. Perhaps he should allow a little more rest, more of a reprieve--but Yussa asked for his cock, and he said he'd have it. And Caleb, seized with a sort of possessiveness he rarely feels, isn't content to stop here. Warring with his natural concern about being overbearing is a raw desire to have what is his. He made Yussa like this, so he wants him like this, while he is still twitching, throbbing, loose-limbed and helpless.
"Gods, I had no idea you would be so perfect," he murmurs, and kisses the inside of a trembling knee. His slick hand slides between his own legs, breath hitching audibly as he strokes his heavy cock with Yussa's wetness. When he notices Yussa's book on the bed, pages askew after being dropped from limp fingers, he reaches for it with his clean hand and fixes it, closing it with care and moving it aside.