There's a smile and a huff of laughter against Yussa's neck, charmed as ever by his dry humor, but finding it especially funny now. "Oh, no. I do not think I could ever accuse you of failing to entertain me, Yussa." He greedily takes all the clear indicators of Yussa's affection straight to heart, letting them settle heavy and warm in his chest. Maybe he is a little in love, but that's pretty typical for him.

"Okay," he agrees easily, leaving one last kiss first with a brush of his lips. "Turn with me." With an arm braced on the chaise, Caleb slowly lowers himself down onto his side, the other holding Yussa's hip to keep him close. They wind up nestled comfortably back to front, Caleb's soft cock still deep inside him. He could just pull out, and maybe he should, but...not yet.

Pillows are dragged into a more ideal position to rest their heads on and Caleb drapes an arm over the smaller body curled against his. He noses into the soft curls of Yussa's hair as his fingers trace idle shapes from his sternum to his stomach. They always talk after sex, of course, but they definitely don't always cuddle. It's nice, and it's exactly what Caleb needs today.

"I hope it was what you wanted," he murmurs.