Yussa huffs a quiet laugh when Caleb suggests they'll need to move again. He hums his response, acknowledging without any words. Slowly, he moves on top of Caleb with as much grace as he can muster. He curls forward and a soft sound rises in his throat as Caleb's cock sinks as deep into him as it can with that shift. He gets his legs under him and manages to rise without losing his balance; he even manages to land on the bed and not Caleb when he drops down again, more unsteady than he anticipated he would be.

Bereft of his lover's cock, Yussa feels terribly empty and he cannot help but look over at the younger man. Gods, but he looks perfect laying there, flushed and aroused with the sheen of Yussa's wetness on his cock. He looks obscene, and Yussa can feel warmth flutter through him just at the sight.