Knowing that Yussa is far less able to communicate his needs than usual, Caleb is especially attentive. The hand on his thigh earns his notice immediately, and he sees in Yussa's face his struggle to say something. As soon as he manages to voice it, Caleb obediently slows. His thrusts become longer and fuller, more deliberate in the way he pulls out and slides back in.

To meet Yussa's second request his hands have to leave his hips to brace against the bed again, and he lowers himself slowly to his forearms, wincing just a little when the sole of his boot scrapes across the sheets. He keeps himself just far enough from Yussa that the rough leather and metal and fabric of his clothing won't touch his sensitive skin, apart from where his trousers scratch unavoidably against his inner thighs. But he's close, covering the smaller man with his body. He easily indulges himself with a few kisses beneath Yussa's ear and down along his neck.

"Like this?"