"You can," he murmurs, warm and affectionate. "For me, you can. You will."

He doesn't say it to be cruel, buy to motivate.

"Can you move?" It is a question of both logistics - is it possible in the position they find themselves or on this chaise - and of ability: if it is possible, is Caleb capable? Yussa isn't worried about the immediate present, but given his own body's reaction and the chance that he may come again before Caleb, it is the near future that concerns him. How long can he keep this up if Caleb decides he is intent on bringing him off again?

Yussa circles his hips again, giving them both the pleasure of slick friction and the flutter of tension without lifting up at all. Soon enough, he leans forward more and puts more weight on his arms. Thar allows him to lift his hips and sink down again without staying upright.