"Depends on how much time I have," he answers, sounding breathless now as he tries to meet Caleb's fingers, to encourage the pressure and pace. "Or would you draw it out either way?"

He can imagine it, vividly. Leaning against his desk with Caleb pressed against him, a hand pushed between his thighs or their trousers around their knees with Caleb pushing into him. Yussa hasn't had to deal directly with colleagues with such frequency in a long time, and it is quickly reminding him why he's worked alone for so long. But he has faith Caleb could make him forget about it for a little while.

He shivers and he cannot help a moan. He's getting closer to trying to fuck himself as he moves. Yussa has no doubt this is effecting Caleb just as much now given the way the younger man whimpers and sighs against his shoulder.