It isn't that Caleb feels mindless, exactly. He's present, he's thinking, but all of that is currently secondary to what he is feeling. Lightheaded and breath ragged, he buries his face between Yussa's neck and shoulder, inhales the spicy and orange blossom scent of him mixed with sweat and sex. The pleasure of being inside him, surrounded by him, is consuming in a way he hasn't experienced before. He moans when Yussa presses back against him, because even that tiny movement feels addictively good.

The soft walls of his cunt cling to his cock, and Caleb feels dizzy with every throb around him. Yussa's body is warm and welcoming, so wet that even tight as he is Caleb has no trouble withdrawing halfway, slow and sweet, only to push back in with a snap of his hips. The sound he makes is low and desperate, because gods, he needs more of this. Yussa is too good to resist.

He doesn't waste time. Without much thought he brings Yussa's hips up into a deeper tilt and begins fucking him open, steady and assertive. The angle as he fucks down into the cradle of Yussa's hips feels perfect, rubbing his cock along his front wall and deep into his passage as he buries himself to the root with each thrust. Caleb curls over him, covering his hips with his hands and kissing his back, his neck, his ears.

"You take me so deep, schatz," he mumbles distractedly. "Keep your hips up like this." He squeezes, thumbs fitted into the dip of his waist, as his cock pushes all the way in again, hot and full. "Does that feel good?"