Caleb smiles against Yussa's shoulder, giving him more long, slow thrusts that really demonstrate how deep he sinks into him, how full he can make him. He loves hearing Yussa this way, clearly distracted by pleasure. There is a deliberate little grind, a soft, happy sigh, when Yussa calls him sweet boy again, so free with that little epithet that makes Caleb's heart sing and his cock throb.

"Mm. You feel so good around every inch of me, liebling. So tight..." he mutters, giving both of his hips a squeeze as he rocks in to the hilt again, hips pressed tight to the other man's round backside. A hand wanders down again, this time along the inside of a soft brown thigh.

"I'll bet I can make you feel fuller still," Caleb nearly purrs, voice low and warm. Calloused fingers find Yussa's stiff clit, rolling it between them before they trail down further, parting his folds and rubbing over the tender, dripping entrance of his cunt. Caleb takes his time, teasing and letting Yussa hear the slick sounds of his fingers rubbing back and forth. But Caleb is impatient too, so he doesn't take too long before crooking his fingers up and pushing three in all at once, filling his cunt with them until his palm rests flat against his folds, putting pressure on his clit just as he had before.