"I'd welcome it," he assures as Caleb moves to get into a better position. Yussa relaxes into the cushions as Caleb's fingers rub against his opening, teasing out more wetness before stroking over his clit. Even that careful touch earns a shiver and Yussa almost laughs at the spike of his own impatience. He knows, very well, that he ought not rush this part and that he is not the only one who will be impacted if he does. He imagines that Caleb would assume a lot of - if not all - responsibility if Yussa should be hurt in any way.

Besides, the younger man has made clear how eager he is for this. Yussa shouldn't deny him the pleasure of it. He draws one leg up, keeping it bent and out of the way to open himself up a bit more, to give Caleb more room to work and to look as much as he likes.