There's no need for Yussa to worry himself over anything. When he asks for it, Caleb speeds up at once, plunging his fingers into him with precision and dragging them out again to repeat the process, chasing the movement of Yussa's hips. He's good at reading his cues, at being right where he needs to be, thumb pressing down just a little tighter as Yussa's expression changes. The arch of his back is so lovely, and Caleb leans down to bury his face against his neck with an encouraging murmur telling him in Zemnian how beautiful and wanton he looks.

Yussa's skin is warm and fragrant, and Caleb delights in lavishing it with nipping kisses all the way down to his shoulder. He has to curl in a little more to reach lower than that, but it is entirely worth it to kiss over his breasts and get his lips around a peaked brown nipple, sucking and lavishing it with his tongue.

Caleb has found this new, brazen version of Yussa strikingly attractive, and he's happy to help him work through this for as long as he needs to, even more happy if he can make it a pleasurable experience rather than an embarrassing one. But he'll be glad when Yussa is entirely himself again; losing control like this, even with someone trusted and dedicated to help him through it, must be difficult for him, to say the least.