Another soft sound escapes him as Caleb's fingers slip free, leaving him achingly empty. He just needs a moment: that was two close together, and Caleb's attention had been vigorous on that last round. His hand flexes as Caleb releases it, but Yussa makes no attempt to actually move it from where it rests.

He watches as Caleb sits back, admiring the young man. Soon enough, he lifts his other hand to crook his fingers at his lover.

"There is no need to stay over there," he murmurs, inviting Caleb close again. Yussa has no interest in giving up that contact.