As they kiss, Caleb indulges Yussa in a little more of the same friction through his trousers, but he is just as eager to get past that barrier as well. The kiss breaks with Caleb's gasp as Yussa is the first to succeed in that, reaching into his jeans and stroking his cock with only his smalls between them. His length pulses, heavy and hot, under that touch and he can barely keep his hips from jumping up to meet it. He isn't going to remain half hard for long.

Caleb's hands are hurried as he works open on the buttons at Yussa's waist, and as soon as he is able to, slips a hand inside and into his smalls to cup his cunt in his palm. Two fingers crook up and rub along his slit, spreading the slickness there as a hum of approval rumbles in Caleb's chest at how warm he feels.

"How many fingers should I give you first, hm?" he wonders, low and rough with want. "Are you open enough for two?"