Some little bit of tension unwinds as Caleb doesn't hesitate even a second once Yussa's pants are lower. Still, he isn't anticipating how much Caleb's eager attention gets to him. He tries to hold back a moan but his hand presses against the back of the young man's head as his tongue presses against his wet smalls. Yussa can feel the heat through the fabric and his hips jump, trying to grind closer as he seeks the pleasure offered to him.

His free hand presses against the wall behind Caleb for balance. Yussa makes himself relax, releasing that tight hold on the other man's hair though he offers no apology. He'll be more careful, but gods he wants to encourage this. It's been too long since he's had this.

"Come on," he urges, voice tighter than he'd like it to be.