Another whimper rises in his throat as Caleb stokes over the hole he'll take next; knowing what the other man plans next does nothing to lessen the anticipation.
Yussa's eyes are open but glazed over as Caleb rocks into him with smooth and steady movements. It is obscene, he can hear it and feel it and he is certain Caleb's view is perfect. He shivers beneath the tender caress of his lover's hand over his back; Yussa knows there's a sheen of sweat on his skin from the exertion of the last little while. Caleb fucks him at his leisure, indulging himself with Yussa's body and that alone makes Yussa feel lightheaded. Every stroke of Caleb's cock hits him deep and the slow pace means he feels every inch in and out.
"Yes," he gasps weakly. This is exactly what he wanted, even if he couldn't have imagined it at the time. Caleb's quiet but confident control is intoxicating and Yussa is content to be swept up in it entirely. He's worn down, fully Caleb's to use as he sees fit. There is something delicious in that surrender, a feeling that Yussa doesn't invite or indulge in very often. Perhaps, with Caleb, he can explore it a little more.
Yussa's lips remain parted but he can't quite summon any other response other than the little sounds that escape him, entirely unbidden and seemingly beyond his control now.
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Yussa's eyes are open but glazed over as Caleb rocks into him with smooth and steady movements. It is obscene, he can hear it and feel it and he is certain Caleb's view is perfect. He shivers beneath the tender caress of his lover's hand over his back; Yussa knows there's a sheen of sweat on his skin from the exertion of the last little while. Caleb fucks him at his leisure, indulging himself with Yussa's body and that alone makes Yussa feel lightheaded. Every stroke of Caleb's cock hits him deep and the slow pace means he feels every inch in and out.
"Yes," he gasps weakly. This is exactly what he wanted, even if he couldn't have imagined it at the time. Caleb's quiet but confident control is intoxicating and Yussa is content to be swept up in it entirely. He's worn down, fully Caleb's to use as he sees fit. There is something delicious in that surrender, a feeling that Yussa doesn't invite or indulge in very often. Perhaps, with Caleb, he can explore it a little more.
Yussa's lips remain parted but he can't quite summon any other response other than the little sounds that escape him, entirely unbidden and seemingly beyond his control now.