His head feels thick and clouded, but light. Yussa's body shudders against him as he comes, and they hold each other as they share that pleasure. Caleb breathes sharply as Yussa shifts to escape the touch of his fingers only to lower himself again, practically collapsing against him. Caleb in turn collapses back against the cool stone behind him and closes his eyes, enjoying the softer stroke of Yussa's fingers through his hair and over his neck.
It feels good. Everything feels good, multiplied to an unreasonable degree. No wonder his body wants more so badly.
As it is, his cock is still half-heartedly jerking in Yussa's cunt, coating his walls with seed with each twitch more than half a minute after that should have stopped, and nearly as stiff as it had been before he'd come. Part of him wants to put Yussa on his back right now and ravish him completely, to keep sucking on his breasts while he fucks him soundly until his chest is mottled with bruises in the shape of his mouth. Possibly the only reason he doesn't follow through with that desire is that his body is tired, muscles aching sweetly with the effort it had taken to fuck up into Yussa the way he had been.
His continued arousal isn't painful--not beyond the other pains of his body from unplanned, hurried rough sex, that is--and still feels almost mind-numbingly good, but he isn't sure if Yussa is effected in the same way, and as much as he wants him (more than anything--the world itself might well have narrowed down to the man he's holding in his lap), if he isn't feeling the same pull, he doesn't want to push him beyond what he could enjoy. As soon as his orgasm has finally tapered off and he's certain he's stopped spilling, Caleb starts to drop his hips, pulling out halfway and leaving it to Yussa whether he'd like to lift off him completely.
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It feels good. Everything feels good, multiplied to an unreasonable degree. No wonder his body wants more so badly.
As it is, his cock is still half-heartedly jerking in Yussa's cunt, coating his walls with seed with each twitch more than half a minute after that should have stopped, and nearly as stiff as it had been before he'd come. Part of him wants to put Yussa on his back right now and ravish him completely, to keep sucking on his breasts while he fucks him soundly until his chest is mottled with bruises in the shape of his mouth. Possibly the only reason he doesn't follow through with that desire is that his body is tired, muscles aching sweetly with the effort it had taken to fuck up into Yussa the way he had been.
His continued arousal isn't painful--not beyond the other pains of his body from unplanned, hurried rough sex, that is--and still feels almost mind-numbingly good, but he isn't sure if Yussa is effected in the same way, and as much as he wants him (more than anything--the world itself might well have narrowed down to the man he's holding in his lap), if he isn't feeling the same pull, he doesn't want to push him beyond what he could enjoy. As soon as his orgasm has finally tapered off and he's certain he's stopped spilling, Caleb starts to drop his hips, pulling out halfway and leaving it to Yussa whether he'd like to lift off him completely.