Yussa rolls and Caleb rolls with him, following the momentum with a startled bark of laughter. He winds up between his thighs with a little adjusting, and Yussa's hand has more freedom to move over his cock, which is readily returning to full arousal with his touch. The speed of it feels miraculous, but then, that was the point of giving him drugs.
His breath grows shallower again, and he cants his hips into Yussa's grip, grinding against his palm. Looking down at the gorgeous man beneath him and nuzzling the slender hand cradling his face, and can't help smiling.
"I do not need a book to remember you." His eyes are bright, dancing with playful warmth. "But I would enjoy one."
His hands are braced on the bed to hold him over Yussa's body, but he does manage to sweep one out across the sheets until his fingers brush glass. Ah yes, there it is.
"Would it be a dirty book?" he presses, teasing. "That preview earlier of your current reading has left me intrigued by your taste in smut, Herr Yussa."
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His breath grows shallower again, and he cants his hips into Yussa's grip, grinding against his palm. Looking down at the gorgeous man beneath him and nuzzling the slender hand cradling his face, and can't help smiling.
"I do not need a book to remember you." His eyes are bright, dancing with playful warmth. "But I would enjoy one."
His hands are braced on the bed to hold him over Yussa's body, but he does manage to sweep one out across the sheets until his fingers brush glass. Ah yes, there it is.
"Would it be a dirty book?" he presses, teasing. "That preview earlier of your current reading has left me intrigued by your taste in smut, Herr Yussa."