He isn't expecting it, but Yussa's lips part at the touch of Caleb's fingers. He tastes the other man's come as soon as they brush against his tongue. Yussa offers a weak suck before his mouth yields to whatever Caleb wants to do. He feels another aching throb low in his body as his patron's fingers stroke over his tongue.

The younger man's voice is so tender as he speaks and Yussa could almost forget his current state if not for the fingers in his mouth. He nods a little to acknowledge Caleb's desire to bathe, but he doesn't try to speak until Caleb's fingers slip out of his mouth.

"The bath is ready," he murmurs, his accent heavy and his voice betraying both his lingering need and his rightly noted exhaustion. It takes a little while, but soon enough Yussa manages to push himself up, straddling the bolster as he sits back. Gods, he wants to push Caleb back onto the bed, he wants to straddle his lover's head instead of this pillow and take what he aches to have. But that is not the game, and despite his simmering need, Yussa is enjoying himself immensely ceding his normal control to Caleb.

He attempts to get his white hair back in order, combing trembling fingers through it to at least get it out of his face. Whenever Caleb is ready to move, Yussa will follow.