"I had a suspicion," he confirms, quietly breathless as Caleb moves. Yussa's grip tightens as his lover drags him closer, adjusting their position until he can feel the hard, hot line of Caleb's cock rubbing more directly against him, all at once more satisfying and more of a tease. Yussa lets go of the younger man's hair and his hand drops between them.

It takes a bit of effort, but Yussa manages to guide Caleb's cock beneath the damp fabric of his smalls without actually taking them off and without encouraging his lover to penetrate. Yussa adjusts the fabric, pulling it aside more until Caleb's cock is nicely cradled between his cunt and his smalls, held there by the fabric.

He lets his fingers brush over the flushed head and he peers at his lover's face again with a small smirk.

"Since you are so fond of them, perhaps there is no need to take them off."