Yussa seems more affected by this little power play than Caleb expected, and the realization of how much influence he has here sends him reeling yet again. Yussa likes Caleb flexing his control here, wants to cede the power he normally holds to him. Submission and Yussa seem antithetical on the surface, but Caleb knows it is possible. He fucked him into a state of near incoherent compliance barely an hour ago.

The plug is abandoned on the bed so Caleb can grip the other man's hips on both sides, framing the subtle curves of his svelte shape between his hands. The tattoos adorning his skin have the same effect, beautiful in their own right, but also following the contours of his form in a way that draws the eye, accentuating the features Caleb already found so attractive.

Caleb looks his fill, openly admiring with eyes dark with desire as Yussa shifts forward and guides his cock to rub against his ass, quickly slick with more oil. He'd used so much earlier, a deliberately excessive amount, and he knows Yussa will still be plenty wet inside. He can feel the soft give of his well-prepared hole against his cock, decadently yielding. Thoroughly stretched and fucked so recently, plugged up in the short time since, Yussa's sultry question has just one answer this time. Caleb's lips curl in wry little smile, and his hands don't have to slide far on Yussa's petite frame to cup his ass and spread his cheeks himself. "Ja, schatz," he murmurs, matching his lover's tone. "I made certain of it."