A moan catches on the edge of his next breath as Caleb's fingers close around his clit and give a slow stroke. His hips jump and his hand tightens on Caleb's arm, not to stop him but simply to hold on. As if he were not already a mess, Yussa is sure his building arousal is only adding to the slick between them. The blush rises in his cheeks as the younger man paints a very appealing picture. Daring, perhaps, but that's part of the excitement.

"If my colleagues continue to be so onerous, I may welcome you to do just that."

The thought of a little stress relief mid-day - or of being seduced in his office by a rather brazen, capable young man - is something he will certainly carry with him the next time he is at his desk. He can imagine it not unlike this: Caleb's body and breath warm against his back and neck, his expert fingers working displaying all the skill and subtlety of practice. The promise of his cock filling him to sweep away the cobwebs of a long day or inane faculty meeting.

Perhaps this kind of talk will make the separation of their professional and personal encounters more difficult, more blurred, but Yussa has faith in their mutual determination and, hopefully, mutual respect for each other's reputations and needs. So with that foundation, he can fantasize as much as he likes.