Licking his lips to taste Yussa's mouth on them still, Caleb takes his meaning clearly. Already aching to be back inside him, it doesn't take him longer than a moment to join Yussa in laying on his side. He presses up behind him, cradling Yussa's hips with his own and sliding both an arm and a pillow beneath his head for support. He'd wondered if the other position might be too much of a struggle for Yussa, weary as he clearly is. This is a good solution, and Caleb is happy to hold him close this way.

Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb guides Yussa to bend one knee just enough to part his thighs, and tucks his cock back into his cunt with ease. He gives slow but decisive thrust, deep and filling, which he quickly follows with another like he can't quite help himself, rocking his hips against the curve of the other man's ass.

"Mm. That is better," he agrees in a low hum close to Yussa's ear. "Do you think you will need my fingers again?" Though he's mostly teasing, smiling as he kisses the corner of his jaw, Caleb does let his hand rest low enough on Yussa's stomach that it seems like he might oblige if he was told yes.