Yussa, it seems, is doing absolutely everything he can to drive Caleb wild. He's going to completely fall apart under him soon--maybe too soon. With how good Yussa is making him feel, bouncing with increasing need in his lap and scraping nails against his neck, he could come now.
There's a wet pop as his mouth leaves a nipple with a last parting suck. "Let me," he begs, feeling Yussa slip a hand between his own thighs. Caleb kisses his way across the archmage's chest to his other breast, which gets the same lusty treatment, though maybe he sucks a little harder, scrapes his teeth against Yussa's tender skin with the intent to mark as much as pleasure. As soon as the thought strikes him--bruises from his mouth all over Yussa's breasts--he can't help himself.
A hand slips away only so it can trail down the front of Yussa's body, over his stomach and down between his thighs. As Caleb's thumb finds his clit and nudges the other man's hand aside to stroke it himself, his fingers brush over where they join, and Yussa is so hot and slick there Caleb's breath catches in a low moan. And suddenly he's so close he has to shut his eyes again against the tension building to a tipping point in his body.
"Fuck, Yussa," he groans, and only has to rock up into him a little more, burying his face between his breasts, before he's coming. Caleb clutches Yussa against him as his cock pulses inside him with an orgasm at least as intense as the last, wrenched out of him by the way Yussa tightens with his own building pleasure. Despite his trembling legs, Caleb's hips lift to grind deep. Impossible not to want him around every inch of him while he quietly gasps his way through it.
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There's a wet pop as his mouth leaves a nipple with a last parting suck. "Let me," he begs, feeling Yussa slip a hand between his own thighs. Caleb kisses his way across the archmage's chest to his other breast, which gets the same lusty treatment, though maybe he sucks a little harder, scrapes his teeth against Yussa's tender skin with the intent to mark as much as pleasure. As soon as the thought strikes him--bruises from his mouth all over Yussa's breasts--he can't help himself.
A hand slips away only so it can trail down the front of Yussa's body, over his stomach and down between his thighs. As Caleb's thumb finds his clit and nudges the other man's hand aside to stroke it himself, his fingers brush over where they join, and Yussa is so hot and slick there Caleb's breath catches in a low moan. And suddenly he's so close he has to shut his eyes again against the tension building to a tipping point in his body.
"Fuck, Yussa," he groans, and only has to rock up into him a little more, burying his face between his breasts, before he's coming. Caleb clutches Yussa against him as his cock pulses inside him with an orgasm at least as intense as the last, wrenched out of him by the way Yussa tightens with his own building pleasure. Despite his trembling legs, Caleb's hips lift to grind deep. Impossible not to want him around every inch of him while he quietly gasps his way through it.