His fingers tighten against Caleb's shoulder as the other man's fingers push into him with more ease than Yussa anticipated. The thought of Caleb getting himself off while dreaming of this for the last few weeks sends another jolt of excitement straight through him.

Yussa bows his head and rocks his hips back to meet the thrust of Caleb's fingers. His eyes are nearly closed as the other man's lips brush against his ear, teeth scraping the soft lobe. His cunt flutters around Caleb's fingers when his breath teases against his skin.

"A little," he breathes. In truth, his body is far more yielding than it was when Caleb arrived. "But nothing... uncomfortable."

If Caleb fucked him now, he would certainly feel it as more of a stretch, but given how aroused he is Yussa doesn't think it will actually be a hardship. There is nothing that makes him think it would pain him to do so. He hasn't exactly been idle in the last few weeks either.

"I must admit," he murmurs, lips near Caleb's cheek, "that I find your enthusiasm exciting."

It is one thing to be desired; it is another thing entirely to feel like a prize. Caleb, in all his preparation, is making it clear that is exactly what Yussa is to him tonight. Something he has earned for himself.