Caleb's pulse, which had only just started to even out, speeds up again as a smaller hand presses his hand down that last inch or two, until his fingers tuck between his legs and rest over tender, heated skin, just barely brushing the slick place where they are still joined.

"Ja," Caleb breathes, "not a problem." His stomach is tying itself in delightful knots, and Yussa's smirk is no small part of that.

Earlier he was holding Yussa's leg up to keep him open, but now he nudges a knee between his thighs to give his fingers enough room to maneuver. He traces Yussa's opening gently, feeling a shivering tremor when he inevitably brushes his own cock as well. It is easy to wet his fingers with what has seeped out of Yussa's cunt around his partially softened erection, very aware that he is slicking up his lover's clit with his own spend, just as he'd fucked him open with it last night. He spreads it in a gentle circle, but once things are nicely slippery, he lets up on the direct contact and spreads two fingers on either side. A slow rub up and down with firm pressure avoids touching the most sensitive areas directly, but coaxes attention there.

Already he knows he isn't going to be able to stifle the pathetic noises he'll make when Yussa starts reacting, but that is part of his reason for doing this; Yussa doesn't have to do anything at all to have that power and sway over him.