Yussa curls his fingers in a lazy come-hither gesture. Then he pats the cushion next to him. He's petite and the chaise part of the sectional is easily wide enough for two bodies if one of them is his. He needs a moment to recover, but Caleb feels too far away.

He moves to make sure there is room, though it's a languid effort. And as soon as Caleb eases down next to him, Yussa reaches for his covered cock to give a slow caress and gentle squeeze. He hasn't forgotten, and he has no intention of neglecting Caleb completely. Not when he's done so well by Yussa. His thumb rubs lightly over the line of the young man's covered erection.

"I still want you - all of you," he says, just in case the gesture isn't clear enough. "And I said you could have me if you made me come again."

And gods, Caleb has done that in spades. Not only did he come, but it was good.