Caleb gives a low hum in agreement when Yussa points out that he's already been very accommodating. There is a shameful little thrill at his acknowledgement that it would still be a stretch to take him, but this is nothing new; Caleb discovered very quickly after they became intimate that their slight difference in size was unexpectedly intriguing to him.

"I do. For months now," he answers. His fingers stir slick circles over his entrance, and he can't resist curling two up and in. They slide deep with exhilarating ease, and his breath catches in his chest before he speaks again. "I have fucked my fist more times than I can recall wishing that it was your cunt. So forgive me if I am a little, ah--overly eager."

His lips brush Yussa's again briefly before diverting to his ear as his fingers stroke against the tight softness of his walls. His teeth catch the lobe lightly as he noses against the side of his neck. The perfume he has decided on today is different from any he usually wears, which is an interesting and thoughtful touch. It lends a touch of the unfamiliar to a body he knows very well, which makes this feel new.

"A stretch, still?" he murmurs, low and rough, hot breath over the shell of his lover's elegantly pointed ear.