The ease of his expression is compromised as newly slick fingers rub against him knowingly. Dark lashes flutter and Yussa's breathing changes as Caleb remains intent in his attention. He keeps his forearm braced, but that still leaves his head very near Caleb, perfect for the man to kiss his temple.

He gives in to the urge to move his hips, chasing and encouraging the steady, unhurried stroking and apparently unconcerned about leaving a wet mess on Caleb's stomach. There is part of him that briefly debates climbing his lover's body to straddle head, but there is something alluring about being stroked off like this.

Yussa moves between the rub of Caleb's fingers and simply grinding against the young man's torso.