The pleasure Caleb feels at Yussa's answer isn't only physical. Yes, always makes warmth expand in his chest. Knowing how satisfied he makes his lover brings him pride, especially since Yussa is someone he cares for deeply. He hopes they can continue to do this for a long time yet. He hopes that Yussa won't want anyone else, that he's enough. He can give him everything he needs, he's certain.

He nuzzles beneath his jaw, kisses his neck, grips the pretty curve of his thin hips and drives into him, moaning with every other panting breath. Yussa's hand soon comes to clutch his with breathless encouragement.

"Scheisse," he groans, feels his cock throb as Yussa's cunt tightens around him. "Yussa, Yussa." Caleb wants to touch him more, but he needs both hands on his hips to give him the force and depth he wants, and he's already starting to feel the strain in his own thighs and back. He feels close to coming already, but strangely, doesn't know if he feels much closer to relief. The need still burns bright and hot in him, even as he feels a telltale tension beginning to settle near the base of his cock.