Yussa moans as Caleb pulls him down and gives that first lick. He leans forward to brace his hand on the table and the other finds its way to Caleb's hair, holding it at the back of his head as he starts to move his hips. He isn't always impatient, but having Caleb beneath him like this brings out that streak. Or maybe it's just the thrill of knowing he can do what he likes and that Caleb wants him to.

He's restrained as he starts, just his hips forward so that he can slide his clit against Caleb's tongue, teasing himself. But soon enough Yussa builds a more insistent pace, adjusting his position so that he can feel Caleb's tongue against his opening. He can feel the prickle of Caleb's beard against his most sensitive skin.

"That's it," he sighs. "Desperate as you are, you still know where you belong."

Yussa may not be under the influence of whatever Caleb ran into hours ago, but he is still susceptible to the influence here, and his impulse control is lower than it might be otherwise.