It hadn't been his intention to start something, but the moment he hears Caleb's gasp, he wonders if he might like to keep going. He must be sensitive still, not ready to be fully hard again but clearly still enjoying how it feels to be deep in his cunt. And then he feels Caleb's hand smoothing down his stomach until clever fingers are close, but not close enough.

Yussa considers, tries to be mindful of his own body beyond that spike of excitement, but--that sounds perfect. His hand slides down Caleb's arm until it covers the one on his stomach. He applies enough pressure to guide it lower. How well they are getting to know each other.

"Start slow," he says in answer. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "And make sure your fingers are wet."

As if that's really going to be an issue.