Yussa spreads his legs as soon as he is able, adjusting the way that Caleb's body rests on his. He makes a quiet sound when the shift has Caleb's softening cock sliding deeper and his lover earns a more deliberate squeeze when he gives that final thrust.

There's the softest grunt of protest when Caleb finally pulls out, but it is more for the loss of closeness than anything else. He regains that soon enough as Caleb settles against him. Elegant fingers stroke into the younger man's hair and Yussa turns his head to brush a lazy kiss to Caleb's temple.

"No," he answers quietly. "No, not yet."

Caleb can stay as he is for a while longer. Yussa closes his eyes and lays back, his body still at a slight angle with the pillow beneath his hips. It isn't uncomfortable. His body feels heavy and sated, and this is certainly worth the inane meeting he had to endure to get here tonight.