It's clear as soon as Yussa is on his knees that he probably won't be able to hold this position on his own for long. Caleb, behind him now and situated between his spread legs, isn't done arranging him quite yet, though. "A little closer," he says, and hooks his arms beneath Yussa's, securing one across his chest to help him sit up, pulling his back against Caleb's front. He can lean against him if he needs support, and Caleb gets the skinship he wanted.

As he nuzzles into Yussa's sweat-damp hair and mouths at the tip of his ear, his other hand slips between them to guide his cock, still slick and nearly fully hard, back where it belongs. He bottoms out in a single smooth thrust, hips pressed flush against Yussa's ass as his breath hitches near his ear. The ease of it shows how much Caleb has opened him up, but he's tight as a vice still. He begins to slide back out, a spine-melting dragging pull, then presses back in, burying himself all the way to the hilt again with a low groan. It really doesn't get any better than this.

He holds Yussa against him with an arm across his chest and a hand covering his hip in a firm, bracing grip, lavishing his neck with distracted kisses and fucking him in slow, rocking thrusts.