The easy confirmation brings a smile back to Caleb's lips. It's always reassuring to know that trust goes both ways. The longer, slower kiss that follows is all the sweeter for it. His lips linger near Yussa's as he promises, "I'll remember."

His hand slides down Yussa's back from nape to tailbone, and then further still, over the round of his ass and down the back of his thigh, where he takes a firmer grip. "For now, there is much I would do to help you feel better. I have ideas." And he is eager to implement them. With another kiss, Caleb guides Yussa's leg up to hook over his hip. It grants the access he wants and then some, and his fingers trail back along his thigh again before dipping down between, spreading flushed folds to rub over the opening of his cunt, sliding slickly through the mess he'd left there.

"I presume you are not opposed to some magical assistance?" he wonders, deciding it would be best to confirm now while Yussa is still mostly thinking straight.