His moan echoes Caleb's as the angle shifts. His hand slides in Caleb's hair but he doesn't let go, not quite so weak. It feels like a dream, but far closer than the time Caleb had him while he was trancing. Yussa sighs and tips his head back as Caleb licks and sucks at nipple. His shoulders tighten, back arching toward the delicious feeling.

Yussa turns his head nosing against Caleb's temple. He smells good, faintly of sweat and sex and himself, vivid and sharp. His legs slide higher, knees pressed against Caleb's sides so that he can push deeper.

"Caleb--" he murmurs the young man's name, fingers curling tighter in his hair.