The way Caleb kisses his forehead is such a sweet gesture and it seems completely incongruous with how easily, eagerly, the younger man is fucking his ass. Caleb is low over him, he can feel his patron's chest against his back when they move just so. He's vaguely aware that Caleb's hair has fallen over one shoulder - he can feel it brush against his skin and he can smell the soap they used in their bath.

At the time a bath seemed perfectly reasonable, but Yussa thinks he's more a mess now than he was before.

Hearing Caleb comment on how easy he is sends a pulse of desire through him. Yussa moans when his lover grinds against him, then gives him another hard thrust. He doesn't think he's ever been this yielding, even when Caleb has taken his time to open him up. As the rest of him flattens to the bed, his hand stays against Caleb's thigh, clinging to him as best he can. They're touching nearly everywhere, but he still wants this point of contact.

"You feel so good," he pants. His next words come out with in a whimper. "Gods, I want to feel you in my cunt."