If he moves his hips just so, Yussa can feel Caleb fingertips brush his slick folds, but not nearly enough to get more than a passing touch. He whines softly as his pleasure builds and as he's given permission to come. It strikes him again how rare this is in their relationship, enough that before tonight he cannot recall Caleb ever giving him permission to do anything. It's a heady thing now to hang on his lover's whims.

His voice rises into another moan as Caleb's tongue returns to him. He bows his head and mindlessly fucks Caleb's fingers, moving a bit harder, faster, until he feels the tension in him break.

A heavier moan escapes him and his thighs and core tremble with tension as his orgasm hits with that familiar, perfect burst of pleasure through him. His cunt bears down around nothing and he aches to feel something inside him, but at the moment his only focus is this, the satisfaction to be found right where he is. Dizzily, he thinks this will only add to the mess between his thighs, only making him more wet, more slick.

Slowly, he winds himself back down from that delicious rush, his hips finally going still again as he lays there. He tries to catch his breath as his body relaxes again.