Though they've known each other only a day, somehow it does not surprise him that Yussa asks for it immediately. Unseen, Caleb's lips quirk with fond amusement. He kisses Yussa's temple, nosing lightly at the pale hair sticking to his dark skin there.

"As you say," he agrees simply, and allows Yussa's hand to lead his back to where he wants it. As his fingers press lightly to the slippery, swollen bud of his clit and rub in a delicate circle, he thinks he might be nearly as eager as Yussa to return to this. He can make him feel so much with the smallest movements, and he enjoys experimenting with pressure and speed and angle, with indirect and direct touch. He loves feeling the tender heat of him, the evidence of Yussa's arousal.

The other hand leaves his breast with a parting squeeze and slides down to grip his hip, steadying him as his slowed thrusts pick up again. He challenges himself to a little more speed, though there is an ache in his muscles from his taut stomach to his thighs from the effort already. But pleasure floods him, seeping through his body from where he is spreading Yussa open, and he chases it.

"Is this what you want?" he asks, breathless and eager. His beard scrapes the soft skin behind Yussa's ear when he trails kisses there.