Yussa breathes a quiet sigh and tries to consider his answer. There is part of him that is reluctant to let Caleb pull out of him, but... perhaps it would be better if he did? He doesn't know if it would becoming a delirious cycle of arousal spurred by just feeling him or if it will hold off the next wave.

But, given the way Caleb arrived and what he's been put through since then, Yussa thinks he should at least have a chance to get comfortable. He caresses Caleb's cheek, then his hand slides down to give the man's chest a gentle push.

"Undress, at least," he murmurs, a bit tired but no longer desperately inarticulate. A faint smile tugs his mouth. "And put your books somewhere safer." There are plenty of places that aren't the edge of Yussa's bed.