Yussa cries out weakly as Caleb's cock sinks back into him without any resistance. He arches his back, barely keeping his hips off the bed as his lover wastes no time. Another hiccuped sound escapes when Caleb's hips clap against him, hitting the slightly tender places where he's already been slapped with calloused hands. He can feel where the bed dips as Caleb braces himself.

His patron's lean body belies the strength in it, especially when put to a task this enjoyable. Every thrust forces a breathless sound out of him and Yussa barely has himself braced on his forearms. He risks keeping his weight on just one, the other hand reaching back to touch Caleb's thigh, as if he can pull the other man closer - as if they could possibly be closer than they are.

The ease with which his patron takes him now is obscene, speaking to how thoroughly he's been used tonight. Every smooth thrust is a reminder that his patron took his time working him open and has kept him that way just to use him again at his leisure. Gods, that thought alone makes his body got tight for a moment, the tension an echo of the desire he still feels. Caleb is eager in the way he chases his own pleasure and at the moment all Yussa can do is ride it out, to take what he's given (though even now that is not really a hardship) as he tries not to completely slump to the bed. He has more stamina than that, surely.