Truth be told, Caelan did find particular enjoyment in giving Dusty commands. He did also realize that they were both probably far more horny than they could fathom, and Caelan would honestly take what he could get. If Dusty chose to say no and do what he wanted, then Caelan would just have to roll along with that. He wasn’t going to climb off Dusty until the man’s cum was dripping out of him.<br/><br/>“Mm, yeah…” Caelan moaned as Dusty pressed his first finger deep inside. It instantly reminded him of their time in the back of his truck. The large Cajun man molded over his backside as he fucked him with his fingers before nearly ruining him with his cock. Nearly. Caelan would be sure they both got theirs before the end of their little romp on the floor of the shack. He wasn’t going unsatisfied twice.<br/><br/>Dusty teased him mercilessly with his digits. They rubbed at his insides, prodding him in a way that made his breath catch in the back of his throat. His groans turned into pathetic, mewling whines. His chest and face were red and his fingers shook as he gripped Dusty’s hips. Caelan’s pleads became incoherent babbles, urging the man to fuck him, warning as he neared the proximity to the edge.<br/><br/>Finally, Dusty removed his slicked fingers and gave him exactly what he wanted. “Uhhhnn...” Caelan groaned breathlessly, his head tipped back just slightly.<br/><br/>Caelan’s muscles stretched around its girth as he sheathed Dusty within the velvety warmth of his body. He gave pause for a moment to provide himself a chance to calm down. He had promised Dusty stars and he was going to give him stars. Caelan wanted Dusty to think of him in the middle of the night while he rutted feverishly into the mattress, deep in the throes of whatever dirty dream he conjured in his mind.<br/><br/>"Feel so good." Caelan murmured while he moved his body at a glacial pace. Part of it was for show, but a majority of it was for his own pleasure. He couldn't remember a time he had felt so euphoric, even before climaxing. "Wanna come so bad."<br/><br/>He placed his palms flat against Dusty’s belly, his fingers splayed out towards his hips. Caelan’s movements were deliberate, knowing for certain that he would burst if he fucked Dusty the way he wanted to. No, it was all about timing. He rode him slowly while their eyes were on one another, only serving to further intensify whatever madness buzzed between them. Whatever insanity caused them to be so drawn to one another. The voodoo spirits that made them seek out each other’s bodies.<br/><br/>Caelan bent down to kiss him. One hand pressed to the flooring for stability while the other tangled in his hair. He pulled on his locks, hard enough to be more than nice. His movements increased in time with his desperation. The quickie in Dusty’s truck had been nice, but it could have been better. Dusty had edged him, or whatever he liked to call it, several times, and Caelan wasn’t going to be that nice. Caelan was young enough and had the stamina to give Dusty continuous, toe-curling stimulation.