Caleb's shift is almost effortless and Yussa shudders as his mouth, wet and hot and perfect, closes around his aching clit. He whispers breathless praise and soon enough he can feel his lover's clever fingers rubbing against his opening, spreading the wetness there. It's been months and he can't help the sigh that escapes him as a single finger presses into him. He takes it easily enough, but realizes Caleb may have been wise to use just one - a lover who is turning out to be more prudent than Yussa is at times.

That is what his body needs and wants, though: the firmer pressure of Caleb's finger inside him as slick walls bear down eagerly. His stomach goes taut and he drags at Caleb's head as his finger curls inside him, stroking against his inner walls rather than thrusting. Gods, but that is perfect. He works his hips in small thrusts, chasing the friction there. Small as the movement is, it still ensures that he is grinding into Caleb's mouth as well.

Caleb's expertise and patience pays off: once he starts that steady stroking, and as his lips and tongue work him just as intently, Yussa feels himself rapidly hitting a new crest of pleasure. Like a wave, it crashes - harder than he thought it would so close on the heels of the first. Yussa comes in another cascade of muscle tremors, panting heavily, though he doesn't cry out this time. But surely Caleb will not mistake the sudden lack of vocal input for a lack of pleasure as Yussa clutches his head and his arm as he rides out the intensity of it.

Yussa slumps back against the couch as clenched muscles go loose. Where he had been pulling Caleb against him, now he gently nudges his head away while he still has any strength in his grip. Even so, he makes no attempt to move his legs, keeping them over Caleb's shoulders.