Truly, Caleb hadn't expected him to come quite so quickly, and it is extremely gratifying when he does. He lifts away quickly despite Caleb's eagerness to continue, and Caleb can only let him go, understanding even if he already misses the soft, slick slide of his folds against his tongue. He continues fucking him with his fingers, at least, until Yussa gasps his name. That never fails to get his attention.

"Enough?" he guesses, the first word he's spoken in some time. His voice is a rasp, and he swallows thickly.

He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving Yussa empty and recovering over him. He frees his arms and rearranges his grip, squeezing the curve of his ass with both hands. "On your back, ja?" he suggests.