A dizzying cocktail of arousal and pride and pure need and entirely unrestrained inhibitions courses through Caleb as Yussa cries out beneath him, his cunt fluttering wildly around his fingers. He hears him whimper, feels how his slim fingers tremble when they explore down between his own legs to trace his opening like he can't quite believe how stretched he is. And then he moves, a jerk of his hips that seems almost instinctive, muttering slurred elvish, and Caleb could probably come just from knowing how thoroughly he's wrecked this man.
He doesn't, though. Gods, he wants to overwhelm him completely, to flood his smaller body with enough pleasure to reduce this powerful, brilliant man to a quivering, whimpering mess who mindlessly seeks more.
Breathing heavily himself, Caleb begins to move. His hips draw back and roll forward again, his cock sliding smoothly now in and out of Yussa's ass, and his fingers follow the motions, making sure both holes are stuffed full to the same rhythm. He gives the other man plenty of opportunity to grind his clit into his palm, and his hand is soon soaked, the sticky-wet noise of his fingers fucking his cunt loud and obscene.
Caleb is almost delirious. Yussa's ass feels impossibly good, but he can also feel the rocking motion of his own fingers in his cunt too, a dull pressure against the underside of his cock. He trails uncoordinated kisses across Yussa's shoulder, nuzzles into the crook of his neck as he takes his pleasure.
"If this is not full enough for you, Master Errenis," he murmurs, low and thickly accented, "I would love to watch another man fuck your tight cunt while I fill your ass. Would you like that? The two of us would worship you the way you deserve. I would sit behind you, buried deep and stroking your hard little cock, and he would lose himself quickly because your cunt feels so incredible. As long as he makes you feel good, I don't mind sharing. But this hole--" Caleb grinds forward, making sure Yussa feels every inch of him in his ass. "--is just for me."
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He doesn't, though. Gods, he wants to overwhelm him completely, to flood his smaller body with enough pleasure to reduce this powerful, brilliant man to a quivering, whimpering mess who mindlessly seeks more.
Breathing heavily himself, Caleb begins to move. His hips draw back and roll forward again, his cock sliding smoothly now in and out of Yussa's ass, and his fingers follow the motions, making sure both holes are stuffed full to the same rhythm. He gives the other man plenty of opportunity to grind his clit into his palm, and his hand is soon soaked, the sticky-wet noise of his fingers fucking his cunt loud and obscene.
Caleb is almost delirious. Yussa's ass feels impossibly good, but he can also feel the rocking motion of his own fingers in his cunt too, a dull pressure against the underside of his cock. He trails uncoordinated kisses across Yussa's shoulder, nuzzles into the crook of his neck as he takes his pleasure.
"If this is not full enough for you, Master Errenis," he murmurs, low and thickly accented, "I would love to watch another man fuck your tight cunt while I fill your ass. Would you like that? The two of us would worship you the way you deserve. I would sit behind you, buried deep and stroking your hard little cock, and he would lose himself quickly because your cunt feels so incredible. As long as he makes you feel good, I don't mind sharing. But this hole--" Caleb grinds forward, making sure Yussa feels every inch of him in his ass. "--is just for me."