Despite his better efforts, Yussa moans when Caleb pushes in. His voice is heavy and his eyes fall shut as the other man sinks deeper. Yussa can still feel the stretch as his body yields, but it does yield - there's no need for Caleb to use much force beyond gravity. Gods, it's good.

The young man drags anther sound out of him as he pulls back, only to sink in again, coaxing Yussa's body to take him with more ease. He manages a quieter response on the third attempt. His leg tenses against Caleb's chest, but at no point does Yussa suggest any pain or discomfort, and certainly no desire for Caleb to stop. It takes the other man's voice to draw him out of his bodily focus and his golden eyes peer open again, dark with need and desire.

"Good," he murmurs. "Don't stop, Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches as he moves his hips minutely, trying to take Caleb a bit deeper.