Yussa covers his mouth but it does little to stifle the sharp, startled moan that escapes him as Caleb's fingers push into him. His cunt immediately squeezes around them, eagerly bearing down as Yussa pushes his hips back. His toes curl as soon as Caleb moves his fingers, stroking him again from the inside. Yussa swears he feels a rush of wetness, as if he could possibly be more aroused.
He can't get his legs farther apart - he's practically flat against the bed as it is, thighs splayed to leave him entirely exposed to his patron's gaze and touch. Yussa's hand drops back to the bed, gripping the blanket instead as his hips work in weak little thrusts, attempting to meet the slide of Caleb's fingers. Gods, he hadn't truly realized how badly he's wanted this until finally having something. Even with just two fingers he feels full, likely thanks to the heavy plug seated inside him.
At this point in the night there is nothing to be gained from embarrassment and yet he still feels it as his body reacts so sharply, so eagerly to the slightest touch. His addled mind is sure that he has never endured that kind of denial at Caleb's hands - his lover rarely neglects any part of him when they are together, keen to give Yussa every pleasure he can. But tonight is not about putting his own pleasure first, and that is the point, and it is having an effect on Yussa.
He bites his lip, attempting to gain some control over himself as he stills himself again, even if he aches to fuck himself on his patron's fingers. It's dizzying to think how wanton Caleb has made him simply by pursuing his own desires.
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He can't get his legs farther apart - he's practically flat against the bed as it is, thighs splayed to leave him entirely exposed to his patron's gaze and touch. Yussa's hand drops back to the bed, gripping the blanket instead as his hips work in weak little thrusts, attempting to meet the slide of Caleb's fingers. Gods, he hadn't truly realized how badly he's wanted this until finally having something. Even with just two fingers he feels full, likely thanks to the heavy plug seated inside him.
At this point in the night there is nothing to be gained from embarrassment and yet he still feels it as his body reacts so sharply, so eagerly to the slightest touch. His addled mind is sure that he has never endured that kind of denial at Caleb's hands - his lover rarely neglects any part of him when they are together, keen to give Yussa every pleasure he can. But tonight is not about putting his own pleasure first, and that is the point, and it is having an effect on Yussa.
He bites his lip, attempting to gain some control over himself as he stills himself again, even if he aches to fuck himself on his patron's fingers. It's dizzying to think how wanton Caleb has made him simply by pursuing his own desires.