Far from being shy about being caught with his hand around his cock, Caleb grins at Yussa's coy observations and returns his kiss as gently as it's given, thrilled by the contrast of sweet and chaste with the heat of his cunt against his thigh, a more deliberate pressure now that Yussa is awake and making a point.

Gods, this was a good idea.

"Both, ja," he confirms, voice heavy and rumbling from his chest.

Now that Yussa has shifted, the arm around him slides further down so Caleb can grip his ass. His fingertips skim the base of the glass plug between his cheeks, but what he is doing is pulling him closer, perhaps over him more, or maybe just encouraging him to grind on his thigh--either works.

"And you? The same?" he guesses. It seems that way, but he wants to be sure. That was a lot, before, and Yussa was pretty unsteady after. "You seem capable of moving on your own now, at least," he teases.