The sudden shift in his lover's expression has warmth pooling low in him, and Yussa is shocked by his own readiness on the heels of all that. There is something basely appealing in all of this and Yussa cannot bring himself to deny that. Perhaps he is wearing himself out in a way he need not, should not, but...

A soft groan drags from his chest as Caleb pushes his fingers deeper with wicked accusation regarding his motives. Yussa's thigh tenses beneath the warm press of Caleb's mouth and his eyes nearly close. He should control this, or at the very least make an attempt to. He manages to focus on Caleb and manages to speak some reason:

"I want you clear-headed," he murmurs. He needs Caleb to be clear headed, though he questions his own judgment regarding whether or not this is the best way to achieve that. Even knowing that this is indulgent doesn't stop him wanting it - at least that he can chalk up to the Feywild's influence.