"Sehr gut," Caleb murmurs, and there is a little mischief in his eyes and the quirk of his lips. "I have something in mind I think you will enjoy a lot." But not just yet. For now, his gaze remains focused on Yussa's face too. While Caleb loves getting off as much as the next man, there is something especially appealing about giving pleasure without being distracted by his own need. With Yussa in particular he does this often enough that he would call it a staple of their sexual relationship, and he would have it no other way.

His fingers play over the other man's entrance a little longer, collecting the mixture of slick and seed that gradually drips from him and almost gently tucking it back inside. Then there's a little more deliberate pressure, and Caleb presses three long fingers into him, finding that Yussa opens for them easily when he has so recently taken his cock. They curl and withdraw to the first knuckle before sinking back inside, and Caleb finds and easy rhythm fucking him like that, rubbing with more precision than his cock could achieve against soft walls to find his sweet spot. Curious to see how it goes over, he lets his thumb rest lightly against his clit, exerting a gentle pressure without rubbing or stroking.