He can't stop from crying out when Caleb dives back into his task with vigor. It takes little to push him over the edge then and his head drops as his body goes tight. He squeezes around Caleb's fingers as he shivers apart. Yussa lifts his hips away this time, trying to escape the insistent attention of his lover's mouth when he feels oversensitive. He doesn't want to push too far - he'd like to be able to come again once Caleb is inside him and a rest is still a rest, even if it's brief. And he doesn't want to be completely senseless when Caleb finishes with him.

Both hands grip the edge of the table as Caleb takes to fucking him as his body accepts the stretch, every thrust eased by the oil and by his own relaxing muscles.

"Caleb--Caleb--"

It's all he can manage at first, attempting to announce that he's quite ready.