Yussa moans sharply as Caleb adjusts their position minutely, ensuring he can thrust harder while keeping Yussa pinned in place. Even his addled mind knows this is self-indulgent in a way Caleb rarely (if ever) allows himself when they are together and Yussa is overwhelmed by the pleasure it brings them both.

He gives up all pretense of being in control of anything, including himself. Caleb is fucking him for his own pleasure, and so Yussa will seek his as best he can. He can make out some of the filth Caleb promises him and he feels a wave of tension roll through his body - he likes that.

He clutches the cushions beneath him and presses against the bolster, finding a rhythm that's driven in part by Caleb's. He grinds mindlessly, eagerly against the pillow beneath him, finding relief in the pressure and friction against his clit. That inspires another wave of eager tension, another gasping moan as he tries to reach another orgasm. He isn't sure that he can or will before Caleb finishes, but it's worth the effort.