Whatever answer Caleb had expected, it isn't this. It isn't Yussa looking down at him with dark gold eyes, covering his hand and urging his fingers to push in with the press of his own. The heat in his resonant voice as he says he doesn't see a reason to. Caleb's chest tightens with anticipation, and the rest of his body follows with a flare of intense arousal at the implications. Between the bed and his own thigh, he feels his cock twitch.

"Fuck," he breathes, lips barely moving. He isn't sure if he spoke in Common or Zemnian. "Okay."

What else can he do? What else would he want to do? With Yussa's over his, he stirs his fingers in one last circle against his entrance, then presses them slowly inside. Yussa's body yields, seemingly eager to pull his fingers in, and he feels so good Caleb can't help a soft moan. He would be perfect already if this was all they were planning to do. But he is still so tight, especially as he pushes deeper and rocks his fingers back and forth inside him. Caleb's face burns and his stomach clenches with the knowledge that he is fucking his come into Yussa's cunt, massaging his insides with it as he stretches him open for his cock.