There's a contentment in holding Yussa against him, but he allows the man to move in whatever way makes him comfortable. He feels especially small as his thighs spread over Caleb's, seating him close in his lap. With his face buried against the side of Yussa's neck, he breathes in the scent of orange blossom and spice that always clings to his skin, mixed thickly with the smell of exertion and sex. A groan rises in his throat as a slender hand strokes his cock and angles it until the head nudges his entrance, rubbing through slick folds to sink easily inside with just a little intent.

Just as Yussa's invitation is wordless, Caleb accepts wordlessly. Holding his slim hips, he pulls gently down as his own roll up, burying his cock obscenely deep in the elf's warm cunt with one slow, easy push. He holds him right there, throbbing inside him as he catches his breath.

"This still feels good?" he has to ask, his voice low, with a hint of desperation. It certainly does for him.