"I know," he murmurs sweetly in answer to the way Caleb moans his name. He isn't sure he can fit Caleb's cock yet, but he doesn't want to deny the other man the feeling of it. Yussa sinks down so that he can grind his cunt over the length of Caleb's erection, rocking at a more steady pace. He can feel the head tease against his entrance before it rubs against his clit. Yussa isn't sure he'll come again so soon, but that isn't the point. This is about getting Caleb off.

He keeps one hand braced against the cushions. The other leaves Caleb's cock in favor of caressing his cheek, stroking his hair back.

"Don't hold back, understand?" he demands. He keeps his head near Caleb's, brows nearly touching. "You've already held out so long, it's very impressive, darling boy."

He tips his head so that he can give Caleb a firm kiss. He's suddenly very invested in this, in getting the younger man off. Hopefully making his interest clear makes this easier for Caleb. He's been so dedicated this whole evening, Yussa isn't interested in making Caleb feel like he's failed somehow. Quite the opposite.