Caelan set the pace, not allowing Dusty to rut up into him at his own discretion. The slighter man timed it out, not letting it turn into another impatient or unfulfilling fuck. Dusty was too lazy to put up any real resistance when he realized that Caelan was putting in the work when allowed to do his own thing. Every slow glide of Caelan across his dick was heightened, sensitive without the use of the condom. Caelan was pulling his hair as an anchor for his hips and Dusty loved every rough moment of it.<br/><br/>"Ayeee, das it!' he encouraged, giving Caelan a hard smack to his rear end in appreciation. He panted and struggled to hold it together, wanting to fill the young man and entirely turned on by the notion that he was going to be able to.<br/><br/>Caelan announced his own desire, reminding Dusty that the young man had needs of his own.<br/><br/>Dusty reached for Caelan's cock, taking it in his hand to stroke it in time with the young man's pace.<br/><br/>"My cock make you wanna bust?" Dusty asked, punctuating by a hard upwards thrust. "Feel dat?" He did it again to drive his point. It gave Dusty something to focus on besides his own pleasure, trying to drag things out for as long as he could. He was older and had the stamina for it, but it was taking a lot for him to hold it together. Usually he simply wanted to get his nut and be done with it, without any regard to his partner. Something to forget about once his need was taken care of. They were usually nameless bodies to him, but for Caelan that wasn't the case anymore in Dusty's mind, though perhaps he hadn't realized it quite yet.