The second finger earns a soft, startled moan. Gods, he'll either need to keep a regular lover or use toys more often if he's ever to indulge in impatience or real urgency. He murmurs encouragement as Caleb sinks down between his legs to put his mouth to good use. Yussa's fingers stay in the young man's hair and blunt nails drag against his scalp as Caleb's tongue strokes over his hard clit. He isn't quite so aggressive as he was in the bathroom stall, but he doesn't let go, either.

The extra attention helps. Yussa is hard pressed not to seek more as Caleb licks and sucks. His cunt flutters and tightens around Caleb's fingers, but even Yussa can feel the steady rubbing and stroking in and out getting easier as taut muscles relax and yield, as he gets wetter and more excited.

"That's it," he breathes. The blush in his cheeks deepens and Yussa's free hand grips the softness of his breast for a moment before he focuses on the firm nipple. His thumb strokes over it before giving a sharper pinch.