Yet Caleb remains, for all that his attraction to the man he's paid for tonight is more than skin deep, a besotted patron. Very much so. (And to imagine the two of them crossing paths outside of this room, outside of this context, as colleagues instead is--thrilling and intimidating.) Yussa has charmed him completely, intentionally or not. He hopes he really might receive a book. He hopes for the chance to maintain any connection at all between this evening and whenever he may have the good fortune to find himself here again.
Yussa is just so easy to desire, and desire fervently, as though he was plucked from fantasies within Caleb's own head. His head spins and his breath stutters at the raw honesty of his pleading, the way he tries to angle his body beneath him to offer himself. Caleb is going to hear I'm aching for you in his dreams.
"I will not leave you empty again," he promises, pressing a kiss to the back of his elven lover's shoulder before he leans over him completely, and can no longer reach. His hips lift for long enough for Yussa to tip his the way he likes, perhaps even with his knees against the bed, though Caleb keeps him pinned down on his front.
He knows very well what Yussa must be aching for most, but he's resolved to wait for him to ask for it directly before enjoying him in that way again. And it is certainly no consolation to him in the least to guide his cock back to the perfectly pliant hole he's been fucking with his tongue, balanced briefly on one hand while the other thumbs the head of his cock into place, sinking in like a hot knife through butter. With a choked groan, his hips roll down and slap firmly against Yussa's upturned ass, burying his cock inside, and his hand goes back to the bed. He really needs both for support in this position, or it gets precarious.
Open and well-fucked already, there is no need for a slow ramping-up. Caleb rocks back and in again with another firm thrust, and another, wiry muscle straining throughout the lean body arced over Yussa with each decisive motion.
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Yussa is just so easy to desire, and desire fervently, as though he was plucked from fantasies within Caleb's own head. His head spins and his breath stutters at the raw honesty of his pleading, the way he tries to angle his body beneath him to offer himself. Caleb is going to hear I'm aching for you in his dreams.
"I will not leave you empty again," he promises, pressing a kiss to the back of his elven lover's shoulder before he leans over him completely, and can no longer reach. His hips lift for long enough for Yussa to tip his the way he likes, perhaps even with his knees against the bed, though Caleb keeps him pinned down on his front.
He knows very well what Yussa must be aching for most, but he's resolved to wait for him to ask for it directly before enjoying him in that way again. And it is certainly no consolation to him in the least to guide his cock back to the perfectly pliant hole he's been fucking with his tongue, balanced briefly on one hand while the other thumbs the head of his cock into place, sinking in like a hot knife through butter. With a choked groan, his hips roll down and slap firmly against Yussa's upturned ass, burying his cock inside, and his hand goes back to the bed. He really needs both for support in this position, or it gets precarious.
Open and well-fucked already, there is no need for a slow ramping-up. Caleb rocks back and in again with another firm thrust, and another, wiry muscle straining throughout the lean body arced over Yussa with each decisive motion.