Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb thrusts into him. He reaches back, letting his fingers drift through Caleb's hair as he sets a pace that suits him. He isn't sure he'll be able to come again - and there is a faint rush of relief in that thought - but he wants Caleb to find relief and pleasure. Yussa shifts to be as accommodating as he can be without changing their position too much.

Their height difference is a boon here, as it's easy for Caleb to kiss where he likes. Yussa groans quietly at the mention of the other man's fingers and his back arches subtly.

"Not yet," he murmurs as the warm weight of Caleb's hand settles low on his stomach. He likes that pressure and his other hand moves to cover Caleb's, fingers lacing to keep him there. "Do not hold back."