Yussa pants for breath as Caleb fucks him, driven by need rather than the desire to cater completely to him. There is something to be said for that freedom, for the way the other man praises him in words he doesn't wholly grasp and the way he allows himself to lose his tight control.

His golden eyes flash open when he feels a cool touch stroke down his chest and stomach, and he realizes it's the echo. He'd lost track of it - which is embarrassing - in the aftermath of that last round.

He breathes a soft moan as he rocks his hips back to meet the next hard thrust, feeling Caleb sink as deep as he can.