Yussa can feel Caleb's voice, the quiet protest against his hand. He'll just have to cope with it for a little while, as Yussa is enjoying himself. A soft sound - almost a whimper - escapes as Caleb eases a third finger into him. He can feel the stretch and he slows his hips, trying to give himself time to adjust. He grinds down harder, knowing Caleb's soft mouth is protected from the immediate pressure.

"Good," he breathes, leaning more into the table as he works himself to another orgasm. He feels so wet against the back of his hand, it's ridiculous how much this man can affect him. With another quiet sound, Yussa finally lifts up enough that he can move his hand out of the way. "Make me come, Caleb."

His hand now free, Yussa grips his breast, strokes and teases a firm nipple just for the pleasant little jolt it gives him.