Oh, Yussa is trying to--convince him? Bargain with him? And then, finally--plead. His feverish desperation is delicious. He aches for this.

"I know," Caleb says, breathlessly amused. His mouth brushes warm against the pointed tip of his lover's ear, then the prickle of stubble as he nuzzles closer. "I can do anything I want with you. You are--" A thrust, deep. A grind, deeper. "--mine."

Yussa's back arches, or perhaps the lovely curve of his ass was already angled perfectly, but this attempted offering of himself is so wanton and inviting that Caleb can only reward him with more--shorter, harder thrusts, into the soft, welcoming heat of his body, hips stuttering as he loses self-control to pleasure. He's getting so close he can feel the vertigo, tension in his muscles building the tension deeper within.

"What do you want?" he rasps tightly, shutting his eyes as his vision starts to blur around the edges.