"Direct observation is one way to put it," Caleb says, brows raised for emphasis, before Yussa leans into him for another kiss. This one is a tease in exactly the way that gets Caleb hot under the collar, a promising swipe of tongue over his lower lip, but Yussa draws back before Caleb can open his mouth to him the way he immediately wanted to.
Gods, this man knows exactly how to drive him wild. He would call it unfair if he didn't enjoy it so much.
"So far so good. But we have barely gotten started," he points out, still wearing a lazy little smile. His gaze slips down to watch their hands move together on his cock, Yussa's over his. He's hard and red already, and even these slow, loose strokes feel good enough that he feels the urge to rock his hips into them, his gut filled with heat.
The hand still spread over Yussa's ass gives a more pointed squeeze, and Caleb's fingers press with intention this time against the base of the plug, pushing it that fraction deeper. Yussa isn't the only one capable of teasing.
"Barely," he agrees, more breathy as Caleb presses against the plug. That earns a firmer rock of Yussa's hips, a more deliberate grind against Caleb's thigh. He tries to adjust his position to get a better angle. Caleb's cock is hot and hard where Yussa manages to touch him and that alone sends another flutter of arousal through him, another surge of wetness as his body readies itself for more.
His hand squeezes around Caleb's before it leaves his cock in favor of stroking along the other man's cheek. Yussa kisses him again, still too brief to allow Caleb a deeper embrace.
"Did you dream of this night?" he asks, knowing Caleb couldn't have slipped into a deep enough rest to dream while they rested, but there were many nights that came before this one between the day Caleb decided to start saving his money and now. "Of me?"
It's a self-indulgent thing to ask, but he likes the sound of his patron's voice, and it is his job to make sure this night meets Caleb's needs and desires as much as he can.
Yussa's hand moves away, but Caleb keeps stroking himself, breath hitching as his lover again kisses him without allowing him to deepen it the way he craves. The other man knows well how much he likes having the thing he wants dangled in front of him, just out of reach. Frustration and longing make the eventual taking so much sweeter.
But tonight is not for denial, he remembers. It is for indulgence. For having from this man whatever he wants.
"Awake and asleep," Caleb isn't ashamed to admit, though he is slightly bashful as he says it aloud, meeting his lover's striking golden eyes. But if Yussa wants to hear how desired he is, that is the very least he can do. "I had months to wonder what it would be like to finally be...here. You have already surpassed my expectations, if you are wondering. And I had some lofty ones."
Another smile flashes briefly across his lips, small but warm. His head lifts from the pillow to to take Yussa's lips in a kiss himself--and this time, deepens it without waiting to be invited.
It's satisfying to tease a man into coming for what he wants, and tonight is no different. Yussa sees Caleb's smile only moments before the kiss. He doesn't resist, leaning into it as Caleb meets him part way and the moment his lover's tongue sweeps into his mouth, Yussa moans. Gods, he was not expecting that alone to send a little jolt through him, but he's now quite acquainted with his patron's tongue and his cunt has not forgotten how it felt.
Yussa doesn't break the kiss, allowing Caleb to decide when to do so. But, in a slip of control, he does seek more satisfaction with a few more deliberate, quietly urgent thrusts against Caleb's thigh.
When they finally part, Yussa's cheeks are flushed with warmth. For the sake of balance, he's straddled Caleb's thigh, which has him leaning slightly over the other man rather than tucked against his side. Every move he makes now reminds him of the plug filling him, keeping him ready, and he can take pleasure in that as tension rolls through his body.
"I'm gratified to have lived up to my reputation, and your expectations." He leans lower, lips near Caleb's ear. "And I am very ready for you again."
The way Yussa moans against his mouth makes the effort to gather his resolve completely worthwhile, and reminds him that Yussa too wanted to see control from him tonight. It is a significant part of this fantasy for him. Caleb kisses him thoroughly, as if to reassert himself, before finally allowing their lips to part when his own start to ache.
He's earned this, he reminds himself. That is the premise. I am very ready for you again, Yussa murmurs into his ear, and Caleb moans, feeling his cock throb in his hand.
The opposite of discouraging him from taking pleasure against his thigh, however, Caleb encourages it, using the grip on his ass to guide him into another thrust as his fingers toy with the plug, pulling it out until he begins to feel resistance then pushing it back into place. It is thrilling to be the one making Yussa squirm, or beg, or ache with unfulfilled need.
"I want you over me," Caleb says, heated and thickly Zemnian, scraping the lower range of his voice. "riding my cock." He gives the plug another tug for emphasis, and is swept up in a rush of sudden need as he feels the way Yussa's hole clenches to keep it inside. Fuck, he needs to feel that around his cock.
Yussa feels a throb of heat low in his body and a jolt of pleasure as his clit grinds against Caleb's thigh, encouraged by the hand still gripping him so lewdly. He gasps sharply as the plug moves, rubbing inside him as Caleb manipulates it. He leans his weight into the hand that's pressed to the bed and nods to express his understanding, but all that escapes him is a moan as the toy moves again.
He throws his leg over Caleb's hip so that he can straddle him fully. His free hand reaches for Caleb's cock so that he can feel it pressed against him, so that Caleb can feel how wet he is, how ready.
"My cunt or my ass, Caleb?" he asks as his golden eyes focus on the younger man's face. With the toy still inside him, perhaps that answer should be obvious. But Yussa asks all the same, and as he waits for an answer he glides over the length of Caleb's cock until he can feel the head nudging against his clit. Then he rocks forward, feeling it stroke between his folds until it teases past his entrance.
Gladly, Caleb relinquishes his cock to Yussa when he reaches for it. The sight of him perched over his hips and the wet heat of his cunt dragging along his cock pull another low moan from his throat, and he grips the gentle flare of a hip with the hand not currently preoccupied by rocking the plug inside him.
The way Yussa looks at him, molten gold eyes focused and intent, is thrilling on its own, but the way he boldly holds his gaze as he poses that question makes him throb with want.
Gods, he so rarely talks this way--crudely, bluntly, lewdly. Gracefully grinding his slick folds along his desperately hard cock and looking down at him with effortless confidence, he must know exactly what effect that has on Caleb. Yet it is also fairly clear which answer Yussa is expecting, and it isn't the one Caleb has in mind. He does very nearly relent as he feels the wet, welcoming heat of his entrance yield for the head of his cock, but holds to his determination. There is a particular sort of power in subverting expectations--and he put that plug there for a reason.
"Your ass, Yussa." He is breathless, but resolute.
Gripping the base of the plug, he draws it back again, but this time he doesn't stop when Yussa's body naturally resists against the widest part of the flare. After stretching him so thoroughly earlier, the plug went in easily--and with just a little more patience, it comes out again the same way.
Even if Yussa is the one who asked, the way Caleb responds sends a shock of excitement right through him. It's so bluntly stated in answer to his coy question that it feels like he's been caught trying to get away with something.
Yussa's lips part in a gasp and he tenses just briefly as Caleb works the plug back out of him. His face burns as he stretches around the widest part, reminding him just how thoroughly prepared and used he was not that long ago. The entire point was to keep him open so that Caleb could just have him whenever he might want to, and that he's using this moment to make good on it, to ensure that Yussa fully realizes that he is not the guiding hand here, is--desperately arousing.
He bows his head, taking a moment to collect himself when he is fully empty again. He gives a weak rock of his hips with the full knowledge that Caleb will fuck him where and how he wants. He peers at his patron again and moves forward a bit more, until he can feel Caleb's cock brush against his rear. Yussa reaches back, guiding it against him just to feel it without guiding him in yet.
"What do you think, Herr Widogast?" he murmurs. "Am I ready to take you just as we are?"
Even as he speaks, Yussa quickly casts prestidigitation to slick more oil over Caleb's cock. A little more couldn't hurt, especially since they have washed some of it away. But gods, he is desperately aware of how open he feels.
Yussa seems more affected by this little power play than Caleb expected, and the realization of how much influence he has here sends him reeling yet again. Yussa likes Caleb flexing his control here, wants to cede the power he normally holds to him. Submission and Yussa seem antithetical on the surface, but Caleb knows it is possible. He fucked him into a state of near incoherent compliance barely an hour ago.
The plug is abandoned on the bed so Caleb can grip the other man's hips on both sides, framing the subtle curves of his svelte shape between his hands. The tattoos adorning his skin have the same effect, beautiful in their own right, but also following the contours of his form in a way that draws the eye, accentuating the features Caleb already found so attractive.
Caleb looks his fill, openly admiring with eyes dark with desire as Yussa shifts forward and guides his cock to rub against his ass, quickly slick with more oil. He'd used so much earlier, a deliberately excessive amount, and he knows Yussa will still be plenty wet inside. He can feel the soft give of his well-prepared hole against his cock, decadently yielding. Thoroughly stretched and fucked so recently, plugged up in the short time since, Yussa's sultry question has just one answer this time. Caleb's lips curl in wry little smile, and his hands don't have to slide far on Yussa's petite frame to cup his ass and spread his cheeks himself. "Ja, schatz," he murmurs, matching his lover's tone. "I made certain of it."
Control has been - and remains - an essential part of Yussa's life. He commands it effortlessly and he lives the way that he does to maintain it. It feels like instinct at his age. That is what makes having a partner he trusts enough to cede it to so delicious. It's been some time since he felt able to do it; he knows Caleb is capable, he knows Caleb enjoys it, when he finds his feet. Moments like this prove that his lover can more than balance him.
Yussa feels another shiver at Caleb's answer and at the way his patron's hands slide to spread him open. He keeps his eyes on the younger man's face as he lifts up more to guide the slick head of Caleb's cock past the soft give of his thoroughly prepared hole. It's far easier than he expects to sink down the first few inches. He swallows thickly and eases down more, until he finds himself fully sitting in Caleb's lap again. Gods, he feels good. Caleb's cock fills him differently - deeper - than the toy and Yussa feels himself tense around him.
He glances back to be sure he knows where Caleb's legs are, then carefully leans back, bracing himself against the other man's knees. It offers a better view of where his cock fills him as Yussa starts to move. For now he keeps Caleb deep, only letting him slide out a few inches before he sinks back down again, enjoying the deep stroke. This position also ensures that his flushed, wet cunt is on full display.
Caleb watches with rapt attention as Yussa lowers himself onto his cock. His view is mostly obscured, but he certainly feels the soft pressure of his rim stretching around him, almost obscenely easy and pliant, and the slick-hot friction of his snug passage surrounding him as Yussa sinks down carefully until he's settled in his lap. The flush already coloring Caleb's pale skin deepens and his breath grows steadily more ragged with excitement and arousal.
As if this was not a feast for his senses already, Yussa repositions himself, bracing against Caleb's knees and angling his body so Caleb can see between his legs. As his lover begins to move, Caleb groans with the combined pleasure of grinding decadently deep inside him and the sight of his achingly hard cock spreading his hole. Glimpsing an inch or two at a time as Yussa lifts up only to watch it disappear completely inside him again when he sinks down is almost unbearably erotic, made even more so by the frankly mouth-watering view of his flushed and empty cunt in proximity. Swollen, glistening folds and the fullness of his hard clit prove that Yussa has been aroused for significantly longer than they've been awake.
"Gods, you are perfect," Caleb husks, gaze roving hungrily over every inch of Yussa's body, spoiled for choice. Broad human hands still settled over his ass clutch the soft flesh tighter, and he uses what strength he has to guide Yussa against him--not to change how he is choosing to move, which Caleb is very, very happy with, but to enhance it.
Having to brace himself to stay in this position serves another purpose: his hands aren't free to touch himself. He builds to a more fluid pace, putting on display the way he can move. A moan finally escapes him as Caleb's hands grip his ass tighter to pull him down into the next thrust. It adds more force to the way he's already moving and Yussa's fingers hold tighter to the other man's knees.
Yussa manages to keep his focus on his patron's face, enjoying the way Caleb looks at him - like he truly is a prize, a treasure. Listening to the way Caleb's breathing changes, the husky warmth of his voice, reaffirms that he was right to choose this pose. Hearing the younger man's praise earns a flicker of a smile, knowing that he must be if he can command such prices. But it's one thing t know it and another to hear the breathless awe in Caleb's voice.
With Caleb's hands holding him, pulling him, Yussa tries to move faster without changing the fluid roll of his hips. He slows down again, lifting higher to feel more of Caleb's cock sliding so easily in and out of him. The plug hadn't been nearly this satisfying and Caleb fills him perfectly. That alone has him aching for more, dizzy with how yielding his body is for his patron.
"You feel good," he pants, the heat in his own face deepening with the confession.
At a baseline, Caleb loves fucking Yussa. Whether they've concocted an elaborate fantasy such as tonight, or are simply enjoying an uncomplicated evening together at Tidepeak as they have some hundred times by now, Caleb always thoroughly enjoys himself. But this--this is one of those experiences (and there are several in their history) that takes that enjoyment a step further, as something aligns perfectly in his body and mind and their particular dynamic that feels like an answer to a craving he didn't know he had. With the addition of Yussa's powder, responsible for the spark of heightened sensation and the absolutely rock-hard state of his cock, it's devastatingly good.
And dear fucking gods, what three words from this man--panting, flushing darker at his own admission--can do to him is honestly absurd.
"You take me so well," he praises in return, gravelly and thickly accented. But gods, he does; Caleb's cock glides in and out of him with such ease, shining with oil. The smooth, fluid way Yussa moves is mesmerizing, effortlessly burying Caleb to the hilt in the velvety heat of his ass and then lifting his hips to do it again. Caleb helps, but only a little; most of his contribution is pulling Yussa against him to grind as deep as he can get. "So soft and open, like you were just waiting for me to fill you," he continues breathlessly, with a note of playful flirtation as he adds, "It fits perfectly, doesn't it schatz?"
Considering how little he is actually assisting, he doesn't think Yussa will miss one of his hands too much when he moves it--especially when it trails over his hip and back down between his legs toward his cunt. Caleb's palm splays flat over the charming softness of Yussa's lower belly as he allows the callous-rough pad of his thumb to stroke with experimentally light pressure along the stiffly straining shape of his gorgeously swollen clit from root to tip. Then up and down again, and again the same way in patient repetition.
"Almost--almost as if you planned it," he manages to quip. He even gets out a breathless laugh before he's distracted by the hand moving across his stomach and then lower still.
His toes curl and his hips jerk toward the barely-there caress against his clit. He wants nothing more than to tip forward, to lean more into it, but he tries to stay where he is. The pressure is more a tease than anything, reminding him of his unresolved arousal even as Caleb's cock fills him again. His cunt bears down around nothing and he feels a throb low in his body despite - or because of - the light touch. Gods, he's so wet, even after a bath and time to cool down.
His thighs tense the next time they grind together and he stays there a little longer, attempting to cant his hips enough to get more pressure. He might have done it himself half a dozen times over by now, but there is something to be said for keeping this precisely at Caleb's pace. Nights like this give them both things that have been neglected or forgotten. In his relationship with Caleb, Yussa has rediscovered things he hasn't indulged in for decades. And, a handful of times, he's realized brand new desires. Impressive, for his age.
"I was," he murmurs at last, breathless as he finally lifts his hips again to resume riding the man beneath him. "Gods, I was waiting."
His fingers press against Caleb's knees as he resists the urge to reach down, to guide his patron's hand where he wants it. That restraint is a pleasure in itself, and a compromise to the excitement of the unpredictability of the night.
That Yussa's reaction is so outsized for the barely-there touch Caleb is giving him only makes it more rewarding. He knows a thing or two about denial, about how good even the smallest bit of contact can feel when arousal has been ignored and pleasure withheld. In a way, he is really just giving Yussa a taste of his own medicine. Luckily for him, it only gets better from here.
"So was I," says Caleb, a particularly mischievous glint in his eye.
Yussa gets back into the rhythm of riding him and Caleb sighs with pleasure, his own toes curling against the bed. Everything from stomach to thighs feels like a pool of molten heat, and it only continues to deepen as Yussa takes his cock over and over again into his ass, blissfully soft and oil-slicked, a smooth stroke and a tight squeeze--a perfect fit. Caleb could sink into the bed, could drift into complete contentment, could let Yussa bounce prettily in his lap until this building heat inevitably leads to a spectacular orgasm. That sounds luxurious indeed.
But even if that is exactly what he is paying him for, he would hate to let his lover do all the work. And besides, he's only just started giving him something he has waited for.
The only change Caleb makes for now is small, but he's certain the impact won't be. The light pressure of his thumb gets heavy and firm. No longer remotely teasing, he strokes up and down along the hard swell of his clit, thumbs back the hood to rub indulgent circles into the sensitive tip, really makes this feel like the reward it is. Yussa was waiting, after all, very patiently.
Yussa nearly falters when Caleb increases the pressure and all at once it's more satisfying and more overwhelming. Tension trembles in his lower body, his thighs and core tensing as the pleasure hits him with more intensity. He isn't sure how long he can maintain this if Caleb is going to--
He gasps out something in Elvish and gives in to his need to shift positions the next time that Caleb rubs him just so. It's more difficult to lean forward without just collapsing on Caleb, but he manages well enough and even manages a modicum of grace. He presses a hand to his patron's shoulder and the other rests with far less weight on his chest. He looks down at Caleb, lips parted as he pants.
"A-ah, forgive me," he manages. His pace changes, trying to move in time with the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb. He suddenly feels desperate and he urgently works himself between the younger man's cock and his hand. It's a sharp rise back to the plateau he'd been on when they stopped over an hour ago, but apparently his body only needed a little reminding. The thought crosses his mind that Caleb will still resist letting him come. There's only one way to find out.
It takes him a moment more to find the words again.
"I--can I come?" His voice is strained and his accent heavy. He isn't quite there yet but gods, he could be if Caleb keeps up like this.
As Yussa shifts positions, it soon becomes necessary for Caleb to reorient his hand, slipping it further between his thighs to rub him with his fingers rather than his thumb. Yussa apologizes, but there is plenty to enjoy about this arrangement as well: having his lover over him more fully, feeling the weight of him against his shoulder and the steadying hand on his chest.
The way he moves also changes, now urgently seeking to press himself into his hand as much as sinking down on his cock. This somewhat interrupts the rhythm that was working best for Caleb, but he doesn't mind in the least. It's his own doing, after all. That Yussa is rapidly approaching orgasm doesn't come as a surprise; that he thinks it possible Caleb might deny him does.
"Of course," he allows, more than a little thrilled that the older man is still asking for his permission. "I want you to, mein schatz. Just tell me when you are close."
There is no real reason for that request beyond Caleb's own personal satisfaction, which he supposes is reason enough tonight. He just wants to hear Yussa say it, flustered and strained as he already is.
Rather than the vertical motion of his thumb, Caleb's fingers swipe side to side, pressing firmly to his lover's clit and flicking quickly back and forth. Caleb can feel the way Yussa twitches and tremors from thighs to core, muscles tightening as tension rises. The hand remaining on his ass slides down a little further, and Caleb's fingers slip between his cheeks to touch where they join, rubbing at Yussa's sensitive rim where his hole stretches around Caleb's cock. The slide in and out is still luxuriously slick and smooth, and Caleb does perhaps use his leverage against the bed to rock his hips up just a little in shallow counterpoint, knowing that Yussa is growing increasingly distracted.
Yussa manages a nod, but that's the extent of his response as Caleb adjusts the position of his hand. He moans as Caleb's clever fingers replace the pressure of his thumb with calculated attention. His hair falls in pale waves as he bows his head. Yussa can feel Caleb's other hand move and soon enough his fingers rubbing against his stretched hole as his cock sinks into him. It's a lewd reminder of how full he is and how thoroughly claimed he is for the night.
"Caleb," he sighs his patron's name as his pleasure builds. His breath hiccups when Caleb thrusts up into him, ensuring that he can get deeper on each thrust. Yussa doesn't try to hold himself back now that he has Caleb's encouragement. The fingers lightly pressed to Caleb's chest curl, manicured nails scraping against his skin. He wants to lean closer, to kiss the other man's neck, his lips. But if he does, he'll further compromise Caleb's ability to rub his clit and he does not want to give that up.
It doesn't take very long after that, and Yussa manages to whisper in breathless, eager tones as his body starts to tense.
"Oh--I'm going to come," he whimpers.
He can feel himself get tight around Caleb's cock and the warning comes just a handful of seconds before Yussa does. He pushes himself up more, attempting to give Caleb a better view as the other man strokes him and fucks him through it. It might not be as intense as some of the ones earlier in the night but gods, it's good. It's a relief after simmering for so long to be able to boil over.
Making Yussa fall apart at last is every bit as good as Caleb thought it would be. He's so beautiful as his pleasure mounts and his composure unravels, which is only natural for a man of his worth in his profession, but Caleb feels as though somehow this particular vision of Yussa is just for him. He follows Caleb's request, and the way he whimpers the words with something like excitement makes Caleb's stomach swoop with an especially giddy surge of pleasure.
He moans a curse in Zemnian as Yussa tightens around him mere moments later, seizing up but still managing to angle his body for an appealing view as he comes. A consummate professional, truly. Caleb gladly drinks in the sight of him as he does what he can to make it good. His hips rock up with a touch more force, fucking him as deep as the angle of his hips will allow, and his fingers draw back to land a sharp little pat over his clit followed by a soothing rub, a playful callback to making his cunt sore with harder, more encompassing slaps earlier.
Though his cock gives a heavy throb and there is a growing tightness in his balls, Caleb doesn't follow him over. But it feels dizzyingly good to be inside him as Yussa trembles and bears down, growing tighter still. He whispers encouragement and praise in Common and his own tongue throughout, then at last leans up to take Yussa's lips in a hard, claiming kiss edged with his own need, letting his hand slip away from his clit to hold his hip as he does.
Yussa's hips jump and a soft, startled sound interrupts a softer moan when Caleb gives his clit a quick, sharp pat. It isn't quite as intense as the more proper spanking earlier, but gods, it reminds him enough that he feels another aching contraction inside him. That had been a revelation - not a new one, per se, but something he hadn't felt in a long time. And certainly never from Caleb.
He's just starting to wind down when Caleb surges up to kiss him. He doesn't resist, sinking into it as Caleb's tongue sweeps into his mouth. He moves his hips just enough to grind against Caleb's lap, as if intent on making sure he still has the friction he might want. Yussa gives in a little and lets his fingers card into Caleb's hair, still slightly damp, just to hold onto him.
Whenever the kiss breaks, Yussa catches himself with a hand on the bed, leaning over Caleb as he tries to catch his breath. He feels dazed and clearer all at once, no longer quite so caught up in the buzz of his drawn-out arousal, but still riding the last little throes of his orgasm. He cannot help the grin that creeps across his face and he leans to kiss his patron again, indulging himself. But he's also quite aware that Caleb hasn't finished yet.
Yussa gives another experimental rock of his hips and meets the other man's intense blue gaze.
"Should I keep going?" he asks once he's caught his breath.
The second kiss is less intense than the first, but Caleb appreciates it just as much for the way Yussa grins helplessly into it. He looks like he's having fun. Caleb smiles back at him when they part, flushed and gleeful.
"If you feel up to it," he replies, though it's fairly obvious from the tightness of his voice that he's just being polite and would really prefer to answer gods, yes. "This is--really working for me," he adds with an undercurrent of breathless humor, because that doesn't even begin to cover how much he's enjoying himself, or how good Yussa feels just grinding there in his lap, holding his cock inside him.
Both of Caleb's hands have slid along Yussa's body to hold his hips again, both for the appreciation of the visual and practicality, guiding him where he needs to be as Caleb braces his feet more firmly on the bed and lifts his hips in a short but firm thrust to meet Yussa's. The friction from even that small motion licks through him like tongue of flame, and his already shallow breathing catches again.
Yussa sits up more when he feels able to do so, just in time for Caleb to grip his hips and thrust up into him. He gasps as their bodies meet with the lewd clap of skin. Well then, that's certainly enough to spur him on. Realizing Caleb's planted his feet more on the bed, Yussa slowly leans back again, once more bracing himself against the other man's knees so that the angle of his body allows Caleb to see everything.
It also ensures his patron can get deep on every thrust.
Once he feels stable, Yussa starts moving again. It's clear how badly Caleb wants it and Yussa is not in the business of denying him tonight. A satisfied smile plays subtly across Yussa's mouth as he rides the man beneath him, trying to move in ways that make Caleb gasp and squeeze his hips tighter. Every few thrusts he sinks down all the way, pressing into Caleb's lap to grind against him, feeling him deep before he lifts up again. The slide of Caleb's cock is perfect, it's easy even if he still feels snug around him. And it's satisfying to be able to take him like this with so little work. Yussa will have to remember.
He looks down at Caleb, better able to admire how flushed he is, the pleasure on his face as he pants and tries to fuck up into him.
Yet again, as Yussa makes an opulent and obscene display of himself, Caleb's gaze grows heavy with desire and bright with awe as it drags over him, as if every inch of his body is a revelation to be studied and admired. The way he moves is sinuous and graceful and erotic in a way that surely must be practiced, and the way he smiles--gods, that coy little curl of his lips makes his blood run hot all on its own.
And it isn't just that Yussa is ridiculously hot and knows how to show off; it's that he knows how to give Caleb the most appealing visual while also being very skilled at riding his cock, rocking against and with Caleb's thrusts with a perceptive awareness of what feels good to his patron. It's easy to understand why a night with him commands such a high price. Pleasure spreads through Caleb like honey, sweet and syrupy and thick. He can feel the heat of a deep flush burning in his skin, his mouth hangs open, panting and gasping, and his hands frequently grip Yussa's hips like a man clinging to the last thread of his sanity.
The sound of skin clapping skin is a dizzying constant. He watches the length of his cock glide with decadent ease in and out of his lover's perfectly stretched hole, feels the exquisite pressure and friction and heat of his soft passage, and moans loud and low the next time Yussa drops his hips down to take him in all the way, grinding in his lap.
"Like that," he urges in a breathless rasp. "I want to come deep in your ass."
One thing Caleb is learning about Yussa's delightful aphrodisiac concoction is that it skews his understanding of just how high his pleasure can climb before peaking. He hasn't lasted any longer than normal, but he is feeling everything with more intensity, like the dial on his sensitivity is turned up to eleven. Only now is he beginning to recognize the familiar tells that his orgasm is drawing close, within reach.
Yussa can't help the dizzy excitement of knowing how effected Caleb is - by him, the way he's moving, the aphrodisiac. The eager encouragement and declaration that he wants to come inside him bring a deeper flush to Yussa's face. It's very easy to think that he wants to feel that too, very much. So he'll make sure that it happens.
"As you like," he purrs, managing to sound less breathless than he is. Yussa tries to repeat exactly what he's doing, giving Caleb exactly what he wants as his climax builds. Yussa isn't entirely unaffected: he feels good, not over-sensitive, and able to enjoy the slick friction of Caleb's cock with every stroke.
"I suspect you won't be satisfied until you've claimed every inch of me." He can't help but sound excited by the prospect. "Let me feel you, Caleb. I want you to fill me."
Yussa takes his vague direction and turns it into exactly what makes Caleb throb with climbing need, his composure slipping further and further away as Yussa keeps him deep, lifting barely an inch or two and grinding himself full of Caleb's cock every time his hips drop. He pants, thumbs stroking distractedly against his skin where he holds his hips, a thin ring of blue in his eyes around blown-wide pupils beneath drooping lashes.
The sound he makes when Yussa matches his filthy mouth with such eagerness falls somewhere between a groan and a whine. He sounds excited for Caleb to claim him everywhere--urges him, tells him exactly what he wants.
He's right. This man is his tonight, and Caleb is desperate to show his ownership while he can.
When he tenses beneath Yussa as that deep, hot pool low in his body floods over, he drags his lover down into his lap by his hips and holds him there, smoothly burying his cock to the root and spilling into the tight heat of his ass. The pulse of his orgasm through his balls, his cock, his blood narrows his focus sharply, disorienting in its intensity. He moans Yussa's name more than once, his wet red mouth hanging open but dragging in little breath--certainly not enough to match the pounding of his heart.
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Gods, this man knows exactly how to drive him wild. He would call it unfair if he didn't enjoy it so much.
"So far so good. But we have barely gotten started," he points out, still wearing a lazy little smile. His gaze slips down to watch their hands move together on his cock, Yussa's over his. He's hard and red already, and even these slow, loose strokes feel good enough that he feels the urge to rock his hips into them, his gut filled with heat.
The hand still spread over Yussa's ass gives a more pointed squeeze, and Caleb's fingers press with intention this time against the base of the plug, pushing it that fraction deeper. Yussa isn't the only one capable of teasing.
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His hand squeezes around Caleb's before it leaves his cock in favor of stroking along the other man's cheek. Yussa kisses him again, still too brief to allow Caleb a deeper embrace.
"Did you dream of this night?" he asks, knowing Caleb couldn't have slipped into a deep enough rest to dream while they rested, but there were many nights that came before this one between the day Caleb decided to start saving his money and now. "Of me?"
It's a self-indulgent thing to ask, but he likes the sound of his patron's voice, and it is his job to make sure this night meets Caleb's needs and desires as much as he can.
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But tonight is not for denial, he remembers. It is for indulgence. For having from this man whatever he wants.
"Awake and asleep," Caleb isn't ashamed to admit, though he is slightly bashful as he says it aloud, meeting his lover's striking golden eyes. But if Yussa wants to hear how desired he is, that is the very least he can do. "I had months to wonder what it would be like to finally be...here. You have already surpassed my expectations, if you are wondering. And I had some lofty ones."
Another smile flashes briefly across his lips, small but warm. His head lifts from the pillow to to take Yussa's lips in a kiss himself--and this time, deepens it without waiting to be invited.
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Yussa doesn't break the kiss, allowing Caleb to decide when to do so. But, in a slip of control, he does seek more satisfaction with a few more deliberate, quietly urgent thrusts against Caleb's thigh.
When they finally part, Yussa's cheeks are flushed with warmth. For the sake of balance, he's straddled Caleb's thigh, which has him leaning slightly over the other man rather than tucked against his side. Every move he makes now reminds him of the plug filling him, keeping him ready, and he can take pleasure in that as tension rolls through his body.
"I'm gratified to have lived up to my reputation, and your expectations." He leans lower, lips near Caleb's ear. "And I am very ready for you again."
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He's earned this, he reminds himself. That is the premise. I am very ready for you again, Yussa murmurs into his ear, and Caleb moans, feeling his cock throb in his hand.
The opposite of discouraging him from taking pleasure against his thigh, however, Caleb encourages it, using the grip on his ass to guide him into another thrust as his fingers toy with the plug, pulling it out until he begins to feel resistance then pushing it back into place. It is thrilling to be the one making Yussa squirm, or beg, or ache with unfulfilled need.
"I want you over me," Caleb says, heated and thickly Zemnian, scraping the lower range of his voice. "riding my cock." He gives the plug another tug for emphasis, and is swept up in a rush of sudden need as he feels the way Yussa's hole clenches to keep it inside. Fuck, he needs to feel that around his cock.
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He throws his leg over Caleb's hip so that he can straddle him fully. His free hand reaches for Caleb's cock so that he can feel it pressed against him, so that Caleb can feel how wet he is, how ready.
"My cunt or my ass, Caleb?" he asks as his golden eyes focus on the younger man's face. With the toy still inside him, perhaps that answer should be obvious. But Yussa asks all the same, and as he waits for an answer he glides over the length of Caleb's cock until he can feel the head nudging against his clit. Then he rocks forward, feeling it stroke between his folds until it teases past his entrance.
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The way Yussa looks at him, molten gold eyes focused and intent, is thrilling on its own, but the way he boldly holds his gaze as he poses that question makes him throb with want.
Gods, he so rarely talks this way--crudely, bluntly, lewdly. Gracefully grinding his slick folds along his desperately hard cock and looking down at him with effortless confidence, he must know exactly what effect that has on Caleb. Yet it is also fairly clear which answer Yussa is expecting, and it isn't the one Caleb has in mind. He does very nearly relent as he feels the wet, welcoming heat of his entrance yield for the head of his cock, but holds to his determination. There is a particular sort of power in subverting expectations--and he put that plug there for a reason.
"Your ass, Yussa." He is breathless, but resolute.
Gripping the base of the plug, he draws it back again, but this time he doesn't stop when Yussa's body naturally resists against the widest part of the flare. After stretching him so thoroughly earlier, the plug went in easily--and with just a little more patience, it comes out again the same way.
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Yussa's lips part in a gasp and he tenses just briefly as Caleb works the plug back out of him. His face burns as he stretches around the widest part, reminding him just how thoroughly prepared and used he was not that long ago. The entire point was to keep him open so that Caleb could just have him whenever he might want to, and that he's using this moment to make good on it, to ensure that Yussa fully realizes that he is not the guiding hand here, is--desperately arousing.
He bows his head, taking a moment to collect himself when he is fully empty again. He gives a weak rock of his hips with the full knowledge that Caleb will fuck him where and how he wants. He peers at his patron again and moves forward a bit more, until he can feel Caleb's cock brush against his rear. Yussa reaches back, guiding it against him just to feel it without guiding him in yet.
"What do you think, Herr Widogast?" he murmurs. "Am I ready to take you just as we are?"
Even as he speaks, Yussa quickly casts prestidigitation to slick more oil over Caleb's cock. A little more couldn't hurt, especially since they have washed some of it away. But gods, he is desperately aware of how open he feels.
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The plug is abandoned on the bed so Caleb can grip the other man's hips on both sides, framing the subtle curves of his svelte shape between his hands. The tattoos adorning his skin have the same effect, beautiful in their own right, but also following the contours of his form in a way that draws the eye, accentuating the features Caleb already found so attractive.
Caleb looks his fill, openly admiring with eyes dark with desire as Yussa shifts forward and guides his cock to rub against his ass, quickly slick with more oil. He'd used so much earlier, a deliberately excessive amount, and he knows Yussa will still be plenty wet inside. He can feel the soft give of his well-prepared hole against his cock, decadently yielding. Thoroughly stretched and fucked so recently, plugged up in the short time since, Yussa's sultry question has just one answer this time. Caleb's lips curl in wry little smile, and his hands don't have to slide far on Yussa's petite frame to cup his ass and spread his cheeks himself. "Ja, schatz," he murmurs, matching his lover's tone. "I made certain of it."
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Yussa feels another shiver at Caleb's answer and at the way his patron's hands slide to spread him open. He keeps his eyes on the younger man's face as he lifts up more to guide the slick head of Caleb's cock past the soft give of his thoroughly prepared hole. It's far easier than he expects to sink down the first few inches. He swallows thickly and eases down more, until he finds himself fully sitting in Caleb's lap again. Gods, he feels good. Caleb's cock fills him differently - deeper - than the toy and Yussa feels himself tense around him.
He glances back to be sure he knows where Caleb's legs are, then carefully leans back, bracing himself against the other man's knees. It offers a better view of where his cock fills him as Yussa starts to move. For now he keeps Caleb deep, only letting him slide out a few inches before he sinks back down again, enjoying the deep stroke. This position also ensures that his flushed, wet cunt is on full display.
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As if this was not a feast for his senses already, Yussa repositions himself, bracing against Caleb's knees and angling his body so Caleb can see between his legs. As his lover begins to move, Caleb groans with the combined pleasure of grinding decadently deep inside him and the sight of his achingly hard cock spreading his hole. Glimpsing an inch or two at a time as Yussa lifts up only to watch it disappear completely inside him again when he sinks down is almost unbearably erotic, made even more so by the frankly mouth-watering view of his flushed and empty cunt in proximity. Swollen, glistening folds and the fullness of his hard clit prove that Yussa has been aroused for significantly longer than they've been awake.
"Gods, you are perfect," Caleb husks, gaze roving hungrily over every inch of Yussa's body, spoiled for choice. Broad human hands still settled over his ass clutch the soft flesh tighter, and he uses what strength he has to guide Yussa against him--not to change how he is choosing to move, which Caleb is very, very happy with, but to enhance it.
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Yussa manages to keep his focus on his patron's face, enjoying the way Caleb looks at him - like he truly is a prize, a treasure. Listening to the way Caleb's breathing changes, the husky warmth of his voice, reaffirms that he was right to choose this pose. Hearing the younger man's praise earns a flicker of a smile, knowing that he must be if he can command such prices. But it's one thing t know it and another to hear the breathless awe in Caleb's voice.
With Caleb's hands holding him, pulling him, Yussa tries to move faster without changing the fluid roll of his hips. He slows down again, lifting higher to feel more of Caleb's cock sliding so easily in and out of him. The plug hadn't been nearly this satisfying and Caleb fills him perfectly. That alone has him aching for more, dizzy with how yielding his body is for his patron.
"You feel good," he pants, the heat in his own face deepening with the confession.
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And dear fucking gods, what three words from this man--panting, flushing darker at his own admission--can do to him is honestly absurd.
"You take me so well," he praises in return, gravelly and thickly accented. But gods, he does; Caleb's cock glides in and out of him with such ease, shining with oil. The smooth, fluid way Yussa moves is mesmerizing, effortlessly burying Caleb to the hilt in the velvety heat of his ass and then lifting his hips to do it again. Caleb helps, but only a little; most of his contribution is pulling Yussa against him to grind as deep as he can get. "So soft and open, like you were just waiting for me to fill you," he continues breathlessly, with a note of playful flirtation as he adds, "It fits perfectly, doesn't it schatz?"
Considering how little he is actually assisting, he doesn't think Yussa will miss one of his hands too much when he moves it--especially when it trails over his hip and back down between his legs toward his cunt. Caleb's palm splays flat over the charming softness of Yussa's lower belly as he allows the callous-rough pad of his thumb to stroke with experimentally light pressure along the stiffly straining shape of his gorgeously swollen clit from root to tip. Then up and down again, and again the same way in patient repetition.
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His toes curl and his hips jerk toward the barely-there caress against his clit. He wants nothing more than to tip forward, to lean more into it, but he tries to stay where he is. The pressure is more a tease than anything, reminding him of his unresolved arousal even as Caleb's cock fills him again. His cunt bears down around nothing and he feels a throb low in his body despite - or because of - the light touch. Gods, he's so wet, even after a bath and time to cool down.
His thighs tense the next time they grind together and he stays there a little longer, attempting to cant his hips enough to get more pressure. He might have done it himself half a dozen times over by now, but there is something to be said for keeping this precisely at Caleb's pace. Nights like this give them both things that have been neglected or forgotten. In his relationship with Caleb, Yussa has rediscovered things he hasn't indulged in for decades. And, a handful of times, he's realized brand new desires. Impressive, for his age.
"I was," he murmurs at last, breathless as he finally lifts his hips again to resume riding the man beneath him. "Gods, I was waiting."
His fingers press against Caleb's knees as he resists the urge to reach down, to guide his patron's hand where he wants it. That restraint is a pleasure in itself, and a compromise to the excitement of the unpredictability of the night.
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"So was I," says Caleb, a particularly mischievous glint in his eye.
Yussa gets back into the rhythm of riding him and Caleb sighs with pleasure, his own toes curling against the bed. Everything from stomach to thighs feels like a pool of molten heat, and it only continues to deepen as Yussa takes his cock over and over again into his ass, blissfully soft and oil-slicked, a smooth stroke and a tight squeeze--a perfect fit. Caleb could sink into the bed, could drift into complete contentment, could let Yussa bounce prettily in his lap until this building heat inevitably leads to a spectacular orgasm. That sounds luxurious indeed.
But even if that is exactly what he is paying him for, he would hate to let his lover do all the work. And besides, he's only just started giving him something he has waited for.
The only change Caleb makes for now is small, but he's certain the impact won't be. The light pressure of his thumb gets heavy and firm. No longer remotely teasing, he strokes up and down along the hard swell of his clit, thumbs back the hood to rub indulgent circles into the sensitive tip, really makes this feel like the reward it is. Yussa was waiting, after all, very patiently.
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He gasps out something in Elvish and gives in to his need to shift positions the next time that Caleb rubs him just so. It's more difficult to lean forward without just collapsing on Caleb, but he manages well enough and even manages a modicum of grace. He presses a hand to his patron's shoulder and the other rests with far less weight on his chest. He looks down at Caleb, lips parted as he pants.
"A-ah, forgive me," he manages. His pace changes, trying to move in time with the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb. He suddenly feels desperate and he urgently works himself between the younger man's cock and his hand. It's a sharp rise back to the plateau he'd been on when they stopped over an hour ago, but apparently his body only needed a little reminding. The thought crosses his mind that Caleb will still resist letting him come. There's only one way to find out.
It takes him a moment more to find the words again.
"I--can I come?" His voice is strained and his accent heavy. He isn't quite there yet but gods, he could be if Caleb keeps up like this.
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The way he moves also changes, now urgently seeking to press himself into his hand as much as sinking down on his cock. This somewhat interrupts the rhythm that was working best for Caleb, but he doesn't mind in the least. It's his own doing, after all. That Yussa is rapidly approaching orgasm doesn't come as a surprise; that he thinks it possible Caleb might deny him does.
"Of course," he allows, more than a little thrilled that the older man is still asking for his permission. "I want you to, mein schatz. Just tell me when you are close."
There is no real reason for that request beyond Caleb's own personal satisfaction, which he supposes is reason enough tonight. He just wants to hear Yussa say it, flustered and strained as he already is.
Rather than the vertical motion of his thumb, Caleb's fingers swipe side to side, pressing firmly to his lover's clit and flicking quickly back and forth. Caleb can feel the way Yussa twitches and tremors from thighs to core, muscles tightening as tension rises. The hand remaining on his ass slides down a little further, and Caleb's fingers slip between his cheeks to touch where they join, rubbing at Yussa's sensitive rim where his hole stretches around Caleb's cock. The slide in and out is still luxuriously slick and smooth, and Caleb does perhaps use his leverage against the bed to rock his hips up just a little in shallow counterpoint, knowing that Yussa is growing increasingly distracted.
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"Caleb," he sighs his patron's name as his pleasure builds. His breath hiccups when Caleb thrusts up into him, ensuring that he can get deeper on each thrust. Yussa doesn't try to hold himself back now that he has Caleb's encouragement. The fingers lightly pressed to Caleb's chest curl, manicured nails scraping against his skin. He wants to lean closer, to kiss the other man's neck, his lips. But if he does, he'll further compromise Caleb's ability to rub his clit and he does not want to give that up.
It doesn't take very long after that, and Yussa manages to whisper in breathless, eager tones as his body starts to tense.
"Oh--I'm going to come," he whimpers.
He can feel himself get tight around Caleb's cock and the warning comes just a handful of seconds before Yussa does. He pushes himself up more, attempting to give Caleb a better view as the other man strokes him and fucks him through it. It might not be as intense as some of the ones earlier in the night but gods, it's good. It's a relief after simmering for so long to be able to boil over.
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He moans a curse in Zemnian as Yussa tightens around him mere moments later, seizing up but still managing to angle his body for an appealing view as he comes. A consummate professional, truly. Caleb gladly drinks in the sight of him as he does what he can to make it good. His hips rock up with a touch more force, fucking him as deep as the angle of his hips will allow, and his fingers draw back to land a sharp little pat over his clit followed by a soothing rub, a playful callback to making his cunt sore with harder, more encompassing slaps earlier.
Though his cock gives a heavy throb and there is a growing tightness in his balls, Caleb doesn't follow him over. But it feels dizzyingly good to be inside him as Yussa trembles and bears down, growing tighter still. He whispers encouragement and praise in Common and his own tongue throughout, then at last leans up to take Yussa's lips in a hard, claiming kiss edged with his own need, letting his hand slip away from his clit to hold his hip as he does.
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He's just starting to wind down when Caleb surges up to kiss him. He doesn't resist, sinking into it as Caleb's tongue sweeps into his mouth. He moves his hips just enough to grind against Caleb's lap, as if intent on making sure he still has the friction he might want. Yussa gives in a little and lets his fingers card into Caleb's hair, still slightly damp, just to hold onto him.
Whenever the kiss breaks, Yussa catches himself with a hand on the bed, leaning over Caleb as he tries to catch his breath. He feels dazed and clearer all at once, no longer quite so caught up in the buzz of his drawn-out arousal, but still riding the last little throes of his orgasm. He cannot help the grin that creeps across his face and he leans to kiss his patron again, indulging himself. But he's also quite aware that Caleb hasn't finished yet.
Yussa gives another experimental rock of his hips and meets the other man's intense blue gaze.
"Should I keep going?" he asks once he's caught his breath.
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"If you feel up to it," he replies, though it's fairly obvious from the tightness of his voice that he's just being polite and would really prefer to answer gods, yes. "This is--really working for me," he adds with an undercurrent of breathless humor, because that doesn't even begin to cover how much he's enjoying himself, or how good Yussa feels just grinding there in his lap, holding his cock inside him.
Both of Caleb's hands have slid along Yussa's body to hold his hips again, both for the appreciation of the visual and practicality, guiding him where he needs to be as Caleb braces his feet more firmly on the bed and lifts his hips in a short but firm thrust to meet Yussa's. The friction from even that small motion licks through him like tongue of flame, and his already shallow breathing catches again.
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It also ensures his patron can get deep on every thrust.
Once he feels stable, Yussa starts moving again. It's clear how badly Caleb wants it and Yussa is not in the business of denying him tonight. A satisfied smile plays subtly across Yussa's mouth as he rides the man beneath him, trying to move in ways that make Caleb gasp and squeeze his hips tighter. Every few thrusts he sinks down all the way, pressing into Caleb's lap to grind against him, feeling him deep before he lifts up again. The slide of Caleb's cock is perfect, it's easy even if he still feels snug around him. And it's satisfying to be able to take him like this with so little work. Yussa will have to remember.
He looks down at Caleb, better able to admire how flushed he is, the pleasure on his face as he pants and tries to fuck up into him.
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And it isn't just that Yussa is ridiculously hot and knows how to show off; it's that he knows how to give Caleb the most appealing visual while also being very skilled at riding his cock, rocking against and with Caleb's thrusts with a perceptive awareness of what feels good to his patron. It's easy to understand why a night with him commands such a high price. Pleasure spreads through Caleb like honey, sweet and syrupy and thick. He can feel the heat of a deep flush burning in his skin, his mouth hangs open, panting and gasping, and his hands frequently grip Yussa's hips like a man clinging to the last thread of his sanity.
The sound of skin clapping skin is a dizzying constant. He watches the length of his cock glide with decadent ease in and out of his lover's perfectly stretched hole, feels the exquisite pressure and friction and heat of his soft passage, and moans loud and low the next time Yussa drops his hips down to take him in all the way, grinding in his lap.
"Like that," he urges in a breathless rasp. "I want to come deep in your ass."
One thing Caleb is learning about Yussa's delightful aphrodisiac concoction is that it skews his understanding of just how high his pleasure can climb before peaking. He hasn't lasted any longer than normal, but he is feeling everything with more intensity, like the dial on his sensitivity is turned up to eleven. Only now is he beginning to recognize the familiar tells that his orgasm is drawing close, within reach.
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"As you like," he purrs, managing to sound less breathless than he is. Yussa tries to repeat exactly what he's doing, giving Caleb exactly what he wants as his climax builds. Yussa isn't entirely unaffected: he feels good, not over-sensitive, and able to enjoy the slick friction of Caleb's cock with every stroke.
"I suspect you won't be satisfied until you've claimed every inch of me." He can't help but sound excited by the prospect. "Let me feel you, Caleb. I want you to fill me."
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The sound he makes when Yussa matches his filthy mouth with such eagerness falls somewhere between a groan and a whine. He sounds excited for Caleb to claim him everywhere--urges him, tells him exactly what he wants.
He's right. This man is his tonight, and Caleb is desperate to show his ownership while he can.
When he tenses beneath Yussa as that deep, hot pool low in his body floods over, he drags his lover down into his lap by his hips and holds him there, smoothly burying his cock to the root and spilling into the tight heat of his ass. The pulse of his orgasm through his balls, his cock, his blood narrows his focus sharply, disorienting in its intensity. He moans Yussa's name more than once, his wet red mouth hanging open but dragging in little breath--certainly not enough to match the pounding of his heart.
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