It isn't going to if Caleb can help it. Yussa's muffled moans and the way he arches eagerly into him, clutches at his shirt to encourage a harder grind, confirms everything Caleb needs. Yussa wants this too, so what else matters?
Caleb's hands slide down from the other man's waist to take a firm grip on his ass, dragging him tighter against his rocking hips. He's panting already, and his wet mouth leaves Yussa's to trail along his jaw, all the way up to the tip of a pointed ear, which he flicks with his tongue.
There isn't much between them, but it is still too much. Anything keeping him from the growing heat that he can feel rubbing against his thigh is too much. Yussa is wearing his harness still, and though it looks devastatingly good on him, his spellbook and research journal are cumbersome, heavy, keeping Caleb from melting into him the way he wants to. His cock throbs, straining against his own trousers.
"Take off your books," he murmurs, lips still against his ear. The quality of his voice has shifted, the register lower. "And more, if you want. Gods, I want to touch you everywhere."
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Caleb's hands slide down from the other man's waist to take a firm grip on his ass, dragging him tighter against his rocking hips. He's panting already, and his wet mouth leaves Yussa's to trail along his jaw, all the way up to the tip of a pointed ear, which he flicks with his tongue.
There isn't much between them, but it is still too much. Anything keeping him from the growing heat that he can feel rubbing against his thigh is too much. Yussa is wearing his harness still, and though it looks devastatingly good on him, his spellbook and research journal are cumbersome, heavy, keeping Caleb from melting into him the way he wants to. His cock throbs, straining against his own trousers.
"Take off your books," he murmurs, lips still against his ear. The quality of his voice has shifted, the register lower. "And more, if you want. Gods, I want to touch you everywhere."