Yussa knows what he likes, and having Caleb so pliant and willing beneath him makes it easy and satisfying to take. As his pleasure mounts, he loses almost all sense of care for Caleb's comfort. Yussa finds an angle that he likes and pursues it in long strokes: forward until he feel Caleb's tongue pushing into him and back so can grind his clit over Caleb's lips and tongue. He murmurs breathless praise regarding the skill of Caleb's tongue and the perfection of his submission in this. It may not last, given his lover's hackles rising earlier over the mere suggestion of previous affairs, but he'll take advantage while it does.

He gasps and he jerks his hips up as Caleb moans against him, startled by the vibration of his voice even if he expected it. Yussa sinks down again and fucks Caleb's mouth with more urgency. With a little sound that is almost a growl, Yussa forces himself to slow again. His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair.

"If you want to fuck my ass again, you'll need to get me ready," he breathes. He has no intention of stopping his own pursuits. But Caleb has two hands, and he has most certainly learned Prestidigitation by now. He rocks his hips forward so that he can try to fuck himself on Caleb's tongue, indulging that penetration as he demands more.