Yussa grabs Caleb's shoulder and moans as two fingers sink into him without resistance. He certainly feels it still, but gods, it's easier than he thought it would be. Color rises high in his cheeks and his cunt briefly tightens around Caleb's fingers as they rub against him. Unlike the impassive instructor at the head of the class earlier, Yussa's expression now betrays every moment of pleasure - he isn't trying to hide anything.

There isn't much room for Caleb's hand to move, but it doesn't need to. Yussa rocks his hips and kisses Caleb again with a renewed urgency. He shifts, attempting to grind against the heel of Caleb's hand.

"Sweet thing," he whispers, voice tight. The caress of the other man's hand up his back is grounding. "I would let you have me here, but I think we both have earned a bed."

His couch is very comfortable, but his bed is even more so and they have more room there.