The way Yussa begins to move is far too deliberate to be purely reactionary. As soon as his thighs close around his hips, Caleb knows he is awake. The moan that falls from his lips a moment later confirms it. Yussa arches, and Caleb's hands slip away from his breasts to wrap his arms around him instead, drawing him close. The sharp snap of his hips buries his cock deeper, and he shudders, making a soft, tight noise in the back of his throat.

Caleb is far from disappointed. He was hardly going to say much more that really matters, and there are some things to which he would very much like to hear Yussa's response. More than that, he just wants to hear his voice. He watches his lover's golden eyes flutter open, and the smile that overtakes his face is achingly soft.

"Oh," he whispers, "there you are." Chest tight with emotion, he kisses Yussa's forehead, then his lips again, short and almost chaste. "I have missed you," he repeats. "I said that I would see you next week, but I could not wait that long."

He said that he hoped he would, anyway. Thankfully, he survived to make good on their standing arrangement a little early.