The room brightens enough for Caleb to see Yussa's features more clearly. He isn't certain if what he reads there is accurate, or merely projection. But he can appreciate the cut-off gasp of his name and the way he pushes his hips up, finding just the right tilt for the deep, full thrusts Caleb has been seeking.

"Yes, there," he gasps softly. There is no need to speak louder when they are so close, nearly brow to brow, always merely a breath away from their next kiss. The molten pleasure in his gut spreads, warmth seeping through his body as he pins his lover to the bed and fucks him like it has been much longer than a few days. Yussa seeks to press closer wherever he can, as if the greedy grind of his cock isn't enough for him. Neither of them can get close enough.

"I won't go." This is the assurance he chooses to pant with what little breath he can spare for words because I missed you is still echoing in his head. "Just tell me to stay."