It's his pleasure, genuinely, to help Yussa wring every bit of pleasure from those little aftershocks that he can. When he pulls away, Caleb swallows audibly and licks his lips again, sitting back on his heels and watching Yussa take his time coming back to himself above him. Getting to see him panting, still a bit unsteady on his own legs, is a reward itself. The moment stretches on, wonderfully intimate despite their location.

Caleb's hands gently release Yussa's hips and fall to his own lap. Finally, with a sharp breath, he takes hold of his own cock through his jeans, but he is simply adjusting himself so that his erection isn't quite so obvious. When Yussa moves, he pushes himself to his feet without a word about it, wincing only as his knees complain.

Though he once again towers over the smaller man, Caleb's shoulders hunch inward in a way that makes him seem to take up a little less space. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, leaving a wet smear over his skin and making very little impact on the glistening mess covering his lips and chin.

"Thank you," he says, soft and a little hoarse, and means it.