The way Yussa moans against his mouth makes the effort to gather his resolve completely worthwhile, and reminds him that Yussa too wanted to see control from him tonight. It is a significant part of this fantasy for him. Caleb kisses him thoroughly, as if to reassert himself, before finally allowing their lips to part when his own start to ache.

He's earned this, he reminds himself. That is the premise. I am very ready for you again, Yussa murmurs into his ear, and Caleb moans, feeling his cock throb in his hand.

The opposite of discouraging him from taking pleasure against his thigh, however, Caleb encourages it, using the grip on his ass to guide him into another thrust as his fingers toy with the plug, pulling it out until he begins to feel resistance then pushing it back into place. It is thrilling to be the one making Yussa squirm, or beg, or ache with unfulfilled need.

"I want you over me," Caleb says, heated and thickly Zemnian, scraping the lower range of his voice. "riding my cock." He gives the plug another tug for emphasis, and is swept up in a rush of sudden need as he feels the way Yussa's hole clenches to keep it inside. Fuck, he needs to feel that around his cock.