The penetration is almost a relief and slick walls tighten briefly around Caleb's fingers as they slide as deep as they can get like this. Yussa arches his back and works between Caleb's fingers and the heel of his hand, and even the hard press of his cock against the curve of his ass. The fact that Caleb is seeking pleasure against him while fucking him with just his fingers is dizzying.
His hand tightens on the back of Caleb's when he feels him starting to pull his fingers out and Yussa doesn't relax until he's certain they aren't coming out all the way. A third sinks into him as Caleb pushes deep again, working him open and coaxing his very eager cunt to stretch for him. A ragged moan escapes him and his hips jerk, thrusting hard against his lover's hand.
"I didn't--ah--" Yussa gasps in a breath as he tightens again around Caleb's fingers. "Realize."
That's near enough. He'd been aware of Caleb looking at him and mildly aroused by that knowledge, but nothing tha the would normally indulge when there were other things that should take precedent. It seems ridiculous to think that now as full extent of his need is made obvious.
Yussa moans again and his hand leaves Caleb's so that he can press it against the stone, trying to brace himself as tension rolls through him. He'll come like this if Caleb doesn't stop. He decides then to cede to whatever it is his lover wants to do: he keeps moving, chasing his pleasure with rising urgency. The obscene sound of it is as exciting as the fullness he feels like this, as excited as the wickedness Caleb purrs against his ear.
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His hand tightens on the back of Caleb's when he feels him starting to pull his fingers out and Yussa doesn't relax until he's certain they aren't coming out all the way. A third sinks into him as Caleb pushes deep again, working him open and coaxing his very eager cunt to stretch for him. A ragged moan escapes him and his hips jerk, thrusting hard against his lover's hand.
"I didn't--ah--" Yussa gasps in a breath as he tightens again around Caleb's fingers. "Realize."
That's near enough. He'd been aware of Caleb looking at him and mildly aroused by that knowledge, but nothing tha the would normally indulge when there were other things that should take precedent. It seems ridiculous to think that now as full extent of his need is made obvious.
Yussa moans again and his hand leaves Caleb's so that he can press it against the stone, trying to brace himself as tension rolls through him. He'll come like this if Caleb doesn't stop. He decides then to cede to whatever it is his lover wants to do: he keeps moving, chasing his pleasure with rising urgency. The obscene sound of it is as exciting as the fullness he feels like this, as excited as the wickedness Caleb purrs against his ear.
"Caleb--"