Yussa feels another aching throb as Caleb's fingers drag across his hip. He's petite enough that it's not a hardship for even Caleb's wiry strength to manhandle him. He gets onto his knees, unconvinced that this will be any better than on his back, but it has its appeal. He won't deny that.

It does take some help, limbs heavy and shaking with effort as he gets into the position his lover wants. Yussa bows his head, white hair hanging around his face and clinging with sweat. He feels empty and open and almost painfully aware of how thoroughly used he is already.

For now, he tries to keep his palms pressed to the table. Yussa suspects he will lose the resolve to do so sooner than later, but he can manage for a while.