Yussa leans into the kiss, lips parting to encourage the bold sweep of his tongue. It's dizzying to be pinned like this, grinding together as Caleb's hands grab at him. It ends suddenly and Yussa's eyes flash open. He catches sight of the other man's face just before he's spun around and pressed up against the stone again. He braces himself this time and he can feel the firm shape of Caleb's cock dragging against him as clever hands fight to get his trousers loose.

He's breathing faster by the time a hand slips between his thighs. Yussa shivers and his fingers curl against the rock as one teases against him, first over the fabric and then bare flesh. Yussa bows his head, gasping as Caleb strokes his clit, using his own wetness to make it easier. He can feel his cunt throb.

Rather than answering, he pushes his hips against Caleb's hand, trying to grind against him. It's almost embarrassing to realize just how much he enjoys the way Caleb talks to him when he's feeling more... uninhibited. And it's getting more difficult to remember what plans they had before this moment. Whatever they were, they really don't matter just now.

Yussa leans hard into the stone, then curses again softly as he tries to shrug out of his longer, open tunic. He tries to do it without elbowing Caleb, and when it's gone he's left in a plain, loose cotton shirt not unlike Caleb's. That done, he plants one hand against the boulder again while the other pushes beneath his trousers like he means to guide Caleb's touch.