Feeling the way Yussa tightens around him, Caleb murmurs his approval in Zemnian and kisses beneath a pointed ear. The other man's gasped explanation makes him smile, and he curls his fingers inside him again, rubbing the calloused pads of his fingers firmly against his walls where he knows Yussa is especially sensitive.

His lover rides his hand so well without any encouragement, taking his pleasure as Caleb meets him halfway, his pace ramping up as Yussa's urgency does. He feels his cock throb when he says his name like this, but he is so focused on Yussa's pleasure that he can easily relegate that to be taken care of later, even as he contents himself with grinding against his ass.

Caleb has made Yussa come more than enough times to know when he is getting close. The wet sound of his fingers filling his cunt gets louder as he drives them in harder, faster, grinds his palm tight against his clit.

"Don't stop," he says breathlessly, a deliberate repetition. "I want to hear my name again when you come all over my fingers, mein schatz."

Yussa is gorgeous beyond words, bracing himself against the stone, back arched prettily to tip his hips back toward him, dark skin flushed, shaking and moaning when the pleasure becomes overwhelming. He can feel the tension rising fast in his body, and savors every tight pulse around his fingers.