Caleb observes this process with fascination and arousal, so wound up already that his cock twitches beneath Yussa's guiding touch. Heady anticipation twists in his stomach, and he watches wide-eyed and flushed as the other man arranges him the way he likes. His cunt is soft and slippery and hot, and his erection slides between his folds, made easy by his smalls holding his cock right where it needs to be. He thrusts experimentally, sucking in a sharp breath as Yussa's fingertips tease across the head.

"Ja, I...do not think that will be necessary," he agrees breathlessly, meeting Yussa's molten gold gaze and knowing smirk for only a moment before he's drawn back between their legs.

The drag of warm, slick skin on one side and damp silky fabric on the other feels like nothing Caleb's ever experienced before, but it's good. Watching his cock rock back and forth beneath the barrier of his lover's smalls is mesmerizing, especially when he catches glimpses of his cunt beneath, of his folds flushed and parted. He would guess that it must feel as good for Yussa as it does for him, because he can feel the length of his cock rubbing over his swollen clit constantly.