Yussa sinks into the feeling that is quickly overwhelming him. He can hear the obscene sound of Caleb's fingers filling him again and again, relentless and precise. Caleb knows him well and he forgets nothing; it's no surprise that he knows exactly how to push Yussa over the edge.

Panting, he rides his lover's fingers, meeting every hard thrust until he feels his thighs tremble. Yussa loses all sense of rhythm as his orgasm hits him and his voice rises in a sharper moan. He desperately tries to meet every hard thrust even as his cunt tightens around Caleb's fingers, making the slick friction more intense. All of it is more intense, every pulse of his own body and the sensation of cloth rubbing against sensitive skin and the heat of Caleb pressed up against him.

"Caleb." He moans his lover's name, almost cries out as he arches into the other man's touch. Yussa can feel the rush of wetness accompanying his release and he has to lean harder into the rock when he feels his knees threaten to give.

His hips jerk back - he has nowhere to go except the cradle of Caleb's hips - when the sensation threatens to become too much. One hand flies down again to try to cover Caleb's, to slow him if not stop him. He can feel the fluttering waves of tension still around Caleb's fingers, like he might try to milk him.

Yussa whimpers and sags between Caleb and the boulder, breathing hard as little aftershocks make him twitch in Caleb's arms.