Even Yussa's small movements are almost ridiculously attractive; how he reaches behind him to thread his fingers into his hair, the elegant way his back arches, how he positions himself exactly how Caleb needs him when he really starts fucking him in earnest.
"Even if I wanted to, I could not," Caleb assures breathlessly. He squeezes their intertwined fingers, enjoying the silent instruction in Yussa's hand covering his. Stay. He does.
Focusing on anything beyond how good Yussa feels becomes a struggle, and Caleb doesn't bother with even token resistance. He fucks him the way he needs to, driven by the intense desire he'd managed to keep a steady hold on while pleasuring Yussa. He moans openly and gasps praise in his own tongue as slow and deliberate becomes fast and unrestrained. His world is off-kilter with how good it feels to find relief in using Yussa's well-used cunt, so open and wet for him.
His skin is hot, Yussa's skin is hot, and the night air seems to have become more humid, so a cool body fitting itself against his back is welcome. He can still feel his connection to his echo, though it is becoming more tenuous as his concentration deteriorates. Perhaps that touch will be a relief to Yussa as well, as cool, shadowy fingers trail almost reverently from his collarbone all the way down to his stomach, reaching over Caleb to do so.
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"Even if I wanted to, I could not," Caleb assures breathlessly. He squeezes their intertwined fingers, enjoying the silent instruction in Yussa's hand covering his. Stay. He does.
Focusing on anything beyond how good Yussa feels becomes a struggle, and Caleb doesn't bother with even token resistance. He fucks him the way he needs to, driven by the intense desire he'd managed to keep a steady hold on while pleasuring Yussa. He moans openly and gasps praise in his own tongue as slow and deliberate becomes fast and unrestrained. His world is off-kilter with how good it feels to find relief in using Yussa's well-used cunt, so open and wet for him.
His skin is hot, Yussa's skin is hot, and the night air seems to have become more humid, so a cool body fitting itself against his back is welcome. He can still feel his connection to his echo, though it is becoming more tenuous as his concentration deteriorates. Perhaps that touch will be a relief to Yussa as well, as cool, shadowy fingers trail almost reverently from his collarbone all the way down to his stomach, reaching over Caleb to do so.