Yussa murmurs something in soft elvish, then slides his other hand between their bodies to stroke lazily over his clit. The angle of every thrust sends delicious little sparks through him, and languid and lazy as he feels, Yussa thinks he could be satisfied just being the vessel of Caleb's pleasure.

He whimpers softly as Caleb grinds against him and his thighs tense against his lover's sides as a little wave of tension rolls through him. Caleb's voice filters through the haze of sleep.

His eyes flutter open as Caleb kisses along his breast and Yussa's fingers stroke down the other man's neck with an encouraging caress.