Hearing Yussa speak in Elvish has become such an indicator of his arousal and desperation that it goes straight to his cock. He watches with bated breath as the elven wizard undoes the necessary buckles, and there is something thrilling about the crude thud of books meeting mossy ground. The carelessness, and the desire to continue without interruption displayed by it, is incredibly hot. As soon as Yussa's sash--a beautiful and probably expensive piece--ends up on the ground as well, Caleb is on him again and kissing him thoroughly. His tongue sweeps across his lips and between them. He clutches, squeezes, brazenly and greedily paws at the flesh of Yussa's ass and thighs. The kissing and grinding continues until it is more maddening than satisfying, and Caleb breaks away with a sound that is part frustration and part raw need.
It isn't difficult to get Yussa the way he wants him again. He doesn't stop to ask, just lets him get his feet firmly on the ground again before he turns him around and presses up behind him instead, grinding his clothed cock against his ass. Caleb's lips, red and swollen from hard kisses, trail distractedly over the back of his neck as his clever hands fall to the waist of Yussa's trousers. He plucks them open deftly, but rather than pulling them down, he pushes a hand inside.
His breathing grows shallow as his fingertips delve between his thighs and find the soft, fine fabric of Yussa's smalls noticeably wet and clinging to his folds. He traces that center line once, self-indulgent, before unceremoniously pushing that fabric aside to get at what he really wants. His middle finger glides with such ease along his slit through the sticky wet warmth dripping from him, and Caleb moans outright.
"Fuck," he sighs, undisguised desire and near awe. He drags his slicked finger all the way up to Yussa's clit, makes it good and slippery, easy to rub circles over. "I can feel you getting hard for me," he murmurs, the same tone, focused on the way Yussa grows stiff and swollen beneath his touch.
no subject
It isn't difficult to get Yussa the way he wants him again. He doesn't stop to ask, just lets him get his feet firmly on the ground again before he turns him around and presses up behind him instead, grinding his clothed cock against his ass. Caleb's lips, red and swollen from hard kisses, trail distractedly over the back of his neck as his clever hands fall to the waist of Yussa's trousers. He plucks them open deftly, but rather than pulling them down, he pushes a hand inside.
His breathing grows shallow as his fingertips delve between his thighs and find the soft, fine fabric of Yussa's smalls noticeably wet and clinging to his folds. He traces that center line once, self-indulgent, before unceremoniously pushing that fabric aside to get at what he really wants. His middle finger glides with such ease along his slit through the sticky wet warmth dripping from him, and Caleb moans outright.
"Fuck," he sighs, undisguised desire and near awe. He drags his slicked finger all the way up to Yussa's clit, makes it good and slippery, easy to rub circles over. "I can feel you getting hard for me," he murmurs, the same tone, focused on the way Yussa grows stiff and swollen beneath his touch.