"Yes," he sighs, nearly moans, in answer as Caleb's mouth offers all due attention to his breasts, and Yussa finds himself thinking he should have offered this sooner. He's breathless, struggling to sound like he isn't panting. It's an impossible game now, and he knows it will only get more difficult when Caleb decides they are both ready.

Yussa's eyes flutter open when he feels a shift on the bed, and it takes him just a moment to realize that Caleb is stroking himself. He isn't about to beg, but the thought briefly flickers through his mind and it is tempting. But Caleb wants this as badly as he does, Yussa doesn't think the younger man is inclined to make either of them wait.

That doesn't stop something that sounds more like a command from escaping him:

"I want you inside me, Caleb." The now is implied with the restrained urgency in his voice. "When I come again, it will be on your cock."

Because Yussa has no doubt that Caleb will coax at least one more orgasm from him tonight.