"Almost--almost as if you planned it," he manages to quip. He even gets out a breathless laugh before he's distracted by the hand moving across his stomach and then lower still.
His toes curl and his hips jerk toward the barely-there caress against his clit. He wants nothing more than to tip forward, to lean more into it, but he tries to stay where he is. The pressure is more a tease than anything, reminding him of his unresolved arousal even as Caleb's cock fills him again. His cunt bears down around nothing and he feels a throb low in his body despite - or because of - the light touch. Gods, he's so wet, even after a bath and time to cool down.
His thighs tense the next time they grind together and he stays there a little longer, attempting to cant his hips enough to get more pressure. He might have done it himself half a dozen times over by now, but there is something to be said for keeping this precisely at Caleb's pace. Nights like this give them both things that have been neglected or forgotten. In his relationship with Caleb, Yussa has rediscovered things he hasn't indulged in for decades. And, a handful of times, he's realized brand new desires. Impressive, for his age.
"I was," he murmurs at last, breathless as he finally lifts his hips again to resume riding the man beneath him. "Gods, I was waiting."
His fingers press against Caleb's knees as he resists the urge to reach down, to guide his patron's hand where he wants it. That restraint is a pleasure in itself, and a compromise to the excitement of the unpredictability of the night.
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His toes curl and his hips jerk toward the barely-there caress against his clit. He wants nothing more than to tip forward, to lean more into it, but he tries to stay where he is. The pressure is more a tease than anything, reminding him of his unresolved arousal even as Caleb's cock fills him again. His cunt bears down around nothing and he feels a throb low in his body despite - or because of - the light touch. Gods, he's so wet, even after a bath and time to cool down.
His thighs tense the next time they grind together and he stays there a little longer, attempting to cant his hips enough to get more pressure. He might have done it himself half a dozen times over by now, but there is something to be said for keeping this precisely at Caleb's pace. Nights like this give them both things that have been neglected or forgotten. In his relationship with Caleb, Yussa has rediscovered things he hasn't indulged in for decades. And, a handful of times, he's realized brand new desires. Impressive, for his age.
"I was," he murmurs at last, breathless as he finally lifts his hips again to resume riding the man beneath him. "Gods, I was waiting."
His fingers press against Caleb's knees as he resists the urge to reach down, to guide his patron's hand where he wants it. That restraint is a pleasure in itself, and a compromise to the excitement of the unpredictability of the night.