Yussa nearly falters when Caleb increases the pressure and all at once it's more satisfying and more overwhelming. Tension trembles in his lower body, his thighs and core tensing as the pleasure hits him with more intensity. He isn't sure how long he can maintain this if Caleb is going to--

He gasps out something in Elvish and gives in to his need to shift positions the next time that Caleb rubs him just so. It's more difficult to lean forward without just collapsing on Caleb, but he manages well enough and even manages a modicum of grace. He presses a hand to his patron's shoulder and the other rests with far less weight on his chest. He looks down at Caleb, lips parted as he pants.

"A-ah, forgive me," he manages. His pace changes, trying to move in time with the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb. He suddenly feels desperate and he urgently works himself between the younger man's cock and his hand. It's a sharp rise back to the plateau he'd been on when they stopped over an hour ago, but apparently his body only needed a little reminding. The thought crosses his mind that Caleb will still resist letting him come. There's only one way to find out.

It takes him a moment more to find the words again.

"I--can I come?" His voice is strained and his accent heavy. He isn't quite there yet but gods, he could be if Caleb keeps up like this.