Caleb swears softly but sharply in Zemnian. His feels dizzy with the swift return of his need, and Yussa's shaking fingers rubbing over the base of his cock while his cunt squeezes around the rest of him, makes him certain he won't be able to ignore it.

"I am sorry, schatz," he pants as his pace slows rather than speeds up. "I would love to do as you ask, but I need you to stay with me." The reason for that should be obvious. His hips jerk forward as Yussa fucks back against him, and his cock shifts inside him in a shallow thrust that makes pleasure pool hotly in his stomach. "Since we are in bed, not at your office, I am going to draw it out tonight."

With an apologetic kiss to his neck, his hand leaves Yussa's clit entirely, instead helping him to get his leg hooked securely up over his own. "Is that all right?" he asks.