Yussa nearly laughs, but it comes out sounding more like a moan as Caleb's mouth finds his breasts. The firm suck has Yussa arching his back toward it, seeking more even as Caleb draws back. He can't answer right away, not when Caleb's fingers move like that. He can feel them spread inside him, coaxing his body to relax and accept more.

"I remarked--" He takes a sharper breath. "On the fact that you are using your come to fuck me open."

He hadn't quite managed to say all that, but close enough. Yussa rocks his hips, trying to get closer when he feels Caleb's knuckles rub against him. His hand slides over the younger man's shoulder and up his neck until his fingers can sink into his hair. He doesn't try to direct just yet, only holds onto him.