It seems like his hold on Yussa's hips is half the reason the other man is even able to hold himself up right now. His body is all slack and yielding but for the grip of his ass around his cock. Even that begins to relax a little as Caleb fucks him, rocking in and out nice and slow. His hips pull back just enough, then he buries himself again, and the more he repeats the motion the easier it becomes.

So he starts making his thrusts a little longer, still taking his time. Caleb's breathing is heavy, and he's mesmerized by watching Yussa gradually open for him. Eventually he's able to pull out nearly to the head before plunging back inside with a firm roll of his hips, bottoming out again with a sigh of relief.

"That's it," he murmurs, "you are taking me so well. Tell me how it feels."

A hand rubs tenderly up from Yussa's hip and then down again along the outside of his thigh, soothing, but also more than a little possessive. He leans down over his lover, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, then between his shoulder blades.