Yussa's breath catches as Caleb's hand - strong and calloused - covers his breast as his tongue teases over his nipple. He shifts restlessly and his hands rest on Caleb's shoulder and arm as the other man takes his time exploring.

"Caleb--" It sounds like a request, but nothing follows until Yussa pushes Caleb's free hand down lower, trying to guide it between his thighs. He isn't trying to rush anything, but he's also quite aware he'll need a more help before he can really take Caleb's cock without discomfort. And why should he do it himself when Caleb's proven himself so capable?

He hiccups another breath when there's a more direct touch against his cunt.