Caleb teases them both a little longer, though it also gives him time to gather his nerve. It is antithetical to how he normally conducts himself in bed to focus so completely on his own desires. He thinks about talking this over later, of Yussa telling him that by fulfilling his own needs, he'd given him exactly what he wanted. It's entirely fabricated, of course, but it is convincing enough that he finally allows his cockhead to catch on Yussa's opening and, with a little pressure, push past it. His hips bear down with the weight of his body and his cock sinks down and in. It's slow, but all one smooth, heavy thrust, forcing tight walls that want to cling to his length to part until he's seated all the way in. His breathing is heavy and he has to blink to clear his vision. Almost immediately his hips flex forward and he rocks shallowly inside, testing that stretch.

"Oh, liebling, you feel so good," he gasps, leaning over Yussa's arched back to press distracted kisses between the sharp points of his shoulder blades. One hand braces on his hip as the other slides beneath him, resting as low on his stomach as he can get without dislodging his position on the pillow. "I know that my impatience is rude, but how could I wait for you to wake when I could be inside you instead? You understand, ja?"

Waiting really does seem impossible, as once his hips start moving in fuller, longer thrusts, the thought of taking things slowly flees his mind entirely. He straightens up to watch the way his cock sinks into his cunt, a thumb rubbing over the edge of his stretched entrance. The obscene wet sounds of their coupling are loud in an otherwise quiet room, though Caleb provides soft, breathy moans as accompaniment.