With one hand between Yussa's legs, the other slides up his back beneath his shirt. Caleb licks his lips, the bottom one smarting, and makes an approving noise. His fingers drag back and forth through his folds, skimming over his clit and testing his entrance. He feels slick and soft, inviting, and when Caleb presses slowly deeper, his cunt yields for both fingers together.

"Oh, yes," he breathes. They sink in all the way to the last knuckle, cradled in his tight heat. He could barely fit one in first thing last night, and now he can curl and rub at his walls with two with barely any resistance. That he'd fucked him well enough last night for that--gods. His cock throbs under Yussa's hand. "Perfect. So perfect."

He can see nothing, working entirely behind the barrier of Yussa's clothing, so Caleb watches his face instead.