Yussa can't articulate his full approval, but he's quite sure it's clear enough as Caleb pursues his own pleasure. His thighs tense and his entire body shivers when he feels Caleb come like that, pushed deep in him and fucking him through it while offering breathless adoration and affection. Caleb's breath is hot against his neck and his ear, his teeth and lops and tongue sending chills racing through him. It's overwhelming, but not yet too much. It's perfect.

He allows himself to go weak after that, finally succumbing to the consuming, delicious feeling of post-orgasmic heaviness in his limbs. Yussa slumps to the bed, weakly holding on to Caleb as he pants for air. His white hair sticks to his damp brow and Yussa lays stretched out beneath the younger man in utter contentment. His golden eyes remain closed for a while and a secretive smile plays across his mouth when he recovers enough to be that expressive.

It's a while longer before he can lift a hand again to stroke over Caleb's bearded cheek.

"Good boy," he coos, managing to sound more pulled together than he feels.