The second kiss is less intense than the first, but Caleb appreciates it just as much for the way Yussa grins helplessly into it. He looks like he's having fun. Caleb smiles back at him when they part, flushed and gleeful.

"If you feel up to it," he replies, though it's fairly obvious from the tightness of his voice that he's just being polite and would really prefer to answer gods, yes. "This is--really working for me," he adds with an undercurrent of breathless humor, because that doesn't even begin to cover how much he's enjoying himself, or how good Yussa feels just grinding there in his lap, holding his cock inside him.

Both of Caleb's hands have slid along Yussa's body to hold his hips again, both for the appreciation of the visual and practicality, guiding him where he needs to be as Caleb braces his feet more firmly on the bed and lifts his hips in a short but firm thrust to meet Yussa's. The friction from even that small motion licks through him like tongue of flame, and his already shallow breathing catches again.