There is so little Caleb can do to mask how it feels to be inside Yussa like this, dripping with arousal again, hips twitching in involuntary response to his touch. It feels overwhelming, so Caleb whimpers into his shoulder, eyes blinking shut for a moment as he steadies himself. He's never been held in quite such a precarious position. He thinks he is getting hard again, far too soon and just in time. The pleasure of it is drawn out of him as though by force. It is exhilarating.

His lips find Yussa's cheek, discovering the warmth of a flush there to match his own. He can't help smiling as he thinks of Yussa's frustration at dealing with onerous colleagues.

"I could give you something to look forward to," he muses aloud, doing his best to sound more unaffected than he feels. It helps that he has guessed correctly about this subject not being off limits when it comes to lurid imaginings. Slipping into Yussa's office midday to offer him a small respite is a rather appealing fantasy. "You would barely need to undress for me to touch you like this."

The pads of his fingers roll up and back over his clit, still unhurried. There is no rush. He's building Yussa's pleasure by prolonging it. "Would you want me to fuck you there, against your desk? Or would you prefer just my fingers?"