Gods, Caleb really is going to just melt into the bed. Yussa expertly draws out his pleasure with the slow circling of his hips, and the tension of the initial crest fades into a lingering warmth in Caleb's body.
"Mm," he hums in hazy agreement, seeing little but the look of approval on Yussa's face. What else matters?
There is a long moment between Caleb being kissed, his mouth soft and yielding for Yussa's tongue, and scraping together the awareness to respond, the only change being a choked moan, a slight increase in pressure from his own lips, and his tongue sliding somewhat clumsily against Yussa's. Still, sluggish and dazed and near enough to his orgasm that he hasn't yet started to soften in Yussa's ass, he could scarcely imagine a better kiss. It might as well be the best he's ever had.
Grip growing slack on Yussa's hips, Caleb's hands slide slowly up his back, holding him in the loosest possible embrace, but holding him nonetheless.
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"Mm," he hums in hazy agreement, seeing little but the look of approval on Yussa's face. What else matters?
There is a long moment between Caleb being kissed, his mouth soft and yielding for Yussa's tongue, and scraping together the awareness to respond, the only change being a choked moan, a slight increase in pressure from his own lips, and his tongue sliding somewhat clumsily against Yussa's. Still, sluggish and dazed and near enough to his orgasm that he hasn't yet started to soften in Yussa's ass, he could scarcely imagine a better kiss. It might as well be the best he's ever had.
Grip growing slack on Yussa's hips, Caleb's hands slide slowly up his back, holding him in the loosest possible embrace, but holding him nonetheless.