It is lazy and indulgent, and maybe that is why it feels so good. Caleb fucks into Yussa without a thought beyond soothing the arousal that had woken him, desperate just to get off and feel some relief. And Yussa does nothing but encourage him, receive him, and every twitch and shudder of pleasure from the small, warm body beneath him only drives Caleb closer.

His lips release Yussa's breast as he folds over him to tuck his face against his elven lover's neck again, muffling his increasingly throaty moans. His beard prickles against soft skin, his lips leave desperate kisses when he isn't panting for breath. His body grows tense, his thrusts short and needy, until he falls still with his cock buried so deep into Yussa he's almost certain he can feel the place where his passage closes off. He comes with a groan, buried in Yussa's warmth and covering him with his own. Holding him close, he empties himself inside him with a wave of sleepy satisfaction.