Caleb nuzzles with a quiet hum into the touch to his cheek, and a smile breaks out despite how persistent his own need is becoming without Yussa's to distract him. "I intend to if you can stand on your own for long enough," he teases.
Thankfully that seems probable, as Yussa manages to steady himself and get his shirt at least halfway off. Caleb doesn't let the arm around him drop until he's certain Yussa's legs aren't going to give out the moment he does, though. The new expanse of skin Yussa exposes to him, his back and shoulders, is mesmerizing--nearly as much as his eyes. That single glance over his shoulder is scorching, dark but still molten. His breath catches.
Fuck. He really can't wait any longer. And why should he?
He pulls his hips back just enough to make quick work of his belt one-handed. Both are needed to open his trousers, then to push them and his smalls down far enough to free his cock. He's achingly hard, and he gives himself a cursory stroke with the hand still dripping with Yussa's come. Caleb crowds up close again when he begins pushing Yussa's trousers down too, far enough down his thighs not to get in the way, followed by his smalls.
"Sorry," he murmurs against his shoulder, aware at least that he has something to apologize for in pushing this along so quickly that neither of them have gotten undressed. Still, that awareness doesn't stop him from taking hold of Yussa's hip with one hand and guiding the head of his cock to his entrance with the other. "Just let me--I need to be inside you," he explains, and a moment later he is.
Normally Caleb might take it slow with the knowledge that Yussa has just come and is still very sensitive, and that his cock is more of a stretch for him than his fingers. But that kind of impulse control is entirely absent at the moment. As soon as he feels the perfect wet heat of Yussa's cunt around the head of his cock, he gives a ragged gasp and enters him with a single insistent thrust, dragging his elven lover's slender hips up to meet him and filling his tight passage.
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Thankfully that seems probable, as Yussa manages to steady himself and get his shirt at least halfway off. Caleb doesn't let the arm around him drop until he's certain Yussa's legs aren't going to give out the moment he does, though. The new expanse of skin Yussa exposes to him, his back and shoulders, is mesmerizing--nearly as much as his eyes. That single glance over his shoulder is scorching, dark but still molten. His breath catches.
Fuck. He really can't wait any longer. And why should he?
He pulls his hips back just enough to make quick work of his belt one-handed. Both are needed to open his trousers, then to push them and his smalls down far enough to free his cock. He's achingly hard, and he gives himself a cursory stroke with the hand still dripping with Yussa's come. Caleb crowds up close again when he begins pushing Yussa's trousers down too, far enough down his thighs not to get in the way, followed by his smalls.
"Sorry," he murmurs against his shoulder, aware at least that he has something to apologize for in pushing this along so quickly that neither of them have gotten undressed. Still, that awareness doesn't stop him from taking hold of Yussa's hip with one hand and guiding the head of his cock to his entrance with the other. "Just let me--I need to be inside you," he explains, and a moment later he is.
Normally Caleb might take it slow with the knowledge that Yussa has just come and is still very sensitive, and that his cock is more of a stretch for him than his fingers. But that kind of impulse control is entirely absent at the moment. As soon as he feels the perfect wet heat of Yussa's cunt around the head of his cock, he gives a ragged gasp and enters him with a single insistent thrust, dragging his elven lover's slender hips up to meet him and filling his tight passage.