Yussa's hips jump and a soft, startled sound interrupts a softer moan when Caleb gives his clit a quick, sharp pat. It isn't quite as intense as the more proper spanking earlier, but gods, it reminds him enough that he feels another aching contraction inside him. That had been a revelation - not a new one, per se, but something he hadn't felt in a long time. And certainly never from Caleb.

He's just starting to wind down when Caleb surges up to kiss him. He doesn't resist, sinking into it as Caleb's tongue sweeps into his mouth. He moves his hips just enough to grind against Caleb's lap, as if intent on making sure he still has the friction he might want. Yussa gives in a little and lets his fingers card into Caleb's hair, still slightly damp, just to hold onto him.

Whenever the kiss breaks, Yussa catches himself with a hand on the bed, leaning over Caleb as he tries to catch his breath. He feels dazed and clearer all at once, no longer quite so caught up in the buzz of his drawn-out arousal, but still riding the last little throes of his orgasm. He cannot help the grin that creeps across his face and he leans to kiss his patron again, indulging himself. But he's also quite aware that Caleb hasn't finished yet.

Yussa gives another experimental rock of his hips and meets the other man's intense blue gaze.

"Should I keep going?" he asks once he's caught his breath.