He stares as best he can when he realizes that Caleb is sucking the taste of them both from his fingers. Yussa's cunt goes tight around nothing and it makes him squirm in Caleb's lap.

The question - or maybe the way Caleb thrusts into him - gives Yussa pause and he lets himself get swept up in the feeling as he tries to decide exactly how he will answer. Perhaps he should be kind, knowing well that Caleb is not quite in his right mind. The words on the tip of his tongue are nearly lost the next time his lover grinds up against him.

"Why would I need to, when you fuck me so well?" he manages as his nails dig against Caleb's neck.