Yussa's smirk is as compelling as what Caleb finds between his thighs. Exploring him is easy with his legs spread, the way he laying on him giving Caleb the perfect angle to crook his fingers and slide them down along his slit, smooth and easy with how wet he is. His deep, slightly shaky inhale is audible. Yussa had clearly enjoyed himself nearly as much as Caleb did. Though it is too soon for Caleb to find arousal again physically, he has a deep appreciation for that knowledge.

His movements are unhurried still, but there is also no time wasted as Caleb wets his fingers and rubs the first two deftly against elf's clit in a firm rocking motion. His slick fingers slip and slide over the hot, swollen bud as he strokes it up and down, familiar with what Yussa likes. His lips press to the older wizard's temple in a brief kiss and linger there as he touches him. He can just barely hear the soft sound of wet skin on skin over his own breathing.