As Caleb drifts off, Yussa allows himself to do the same. It isn't a full trance, though even if it was he could slip out of it easily. It's a lighter meditative state, listening to the sound of his lover's heart and the ocean below. If not for the sounds of the city, they could be in Tidepeak. Despite the comfort there, Yussa is grateful that they are here instead, playing in this fantasy. It allows him to see sides of Caleb he hasn't discovered yet, ones that leave him curious and delighted. It's a good enough game to get the younger man further out of his head, out of the role he assumes is his. That Caleb's curiosity and willingness to experiment matches his own only makes it more fulfilling.

Perhaps it's for the best he isn't trying to trance. Yussa is still very aware of the lingering ache in his body, the desire for fulfillment despite their last round. Or perhaps because of it. He resists the urge to touch himself while Caleb dozes, determined to give the other man that control and pleasure himself. It's very tempting, though, especially when it's easy to slip his leg over Caleb's and to feel the slight pressure of his patron's thigh between his own. He doesn't press or grind the way he wants to, and he's not sure if acknowledging this is worse than letting it fade.

Yussa breaths a soft sigh and lets go of the feeling, the thought, as best he can. He keeps his own mind on the time, but he isn't worried. If Caleb is determined not to rest too long, Yussa has no doubt his lover's internal clock will rattle him when it's time.

He listens to the sound of Caleb's breathing, focusing on that rather than his heart as it's more likely to tell him when the other man is coming around. He'll slip out of his meditation when he catches the change.