That's an offer that sparks a fresh wave of arousal, and Caleb's cock throbs against the softness of Yussa's walls. He groans, a sound that only gets lower and more gravelly as a slender hand grips his hair hard enough to tug him into a kiss. His lips part eagerly for the assertive press of Yussa's tongue, and his hips rock up into him again and again.

His mouth is slick when Yussa pulls back and draws himself up, and Caleb hardly needs the encouragement to bend forward and begin pressing wet, messy kisses to his breasts, but he appreciates it anyway. The dull sting is a perfect contrast to the spine-melting pleasure consuming the rest of his body.

Caleb's fingers squeeze and knead at soft flesh while his tongue licks a broad swipe first over one tightened nipple then the other before he fastens his lips there, sucking noisily and shamelessly. His eyes slip closed and his teeth scrape just lightly enough to tease.

Unconsciously, Caleb fucks up into him a little faster, urging him to follow his pace now as he fills his tight cunt up with each eager stroke. Gods, he wants to make Yussa feel good, wants to make sure he experiences the same kind of overwhelming ecstasy he is.