Yussa's breathing changes as Caleb gets a hand beneath his clothes, quickly finding his slick slit. He rocks his hips, chasing the light friction now that they are bare skin against skin, even if it is only like this. Yussa bites the other man's bottom lip and feels another little surge of wetness as Caleb proposes two right away. It's not quite twenty-four hours since they last fucked.

"Try it," he murmurs by way of encouragement, his accent heavier. He's excited, he was well-fucked last night, and after a couple of drinks he's feeling wonderfully relaxed - it might be possible. And if it's not, Yussa knows Caleb will take care of him. He's also finding he quite likes the way Caleb talks when he's feeling bold.