Yussa smiles as Caleb kisses his hand. He catches the movement of Caleb's hand, briefly seeing the plug before the other man's lips find his wrist. Then he pulls away, leaving Yussa to look up at him expectantly. Even so, the easy instruction sends a shiver of warmth through him. He lifts a brow, a coy but subtle challenge, but does as he's asked.

He moves carefully to avoid kicking or otherwise hitting his patron as he turns onto his front, assuming he should get his knees beneath him, at least. For now, he props himself up on his hands, keeping his body mostly level as he peers back at the younger man behind him.

"Like this? Or should I get lower?"

Yussa so rarely asks things like that, instead intuiting what's needed or wanting, or simply demanding what he wants. To make his point, he lets his knees slide further apart, exposing him more and lowering his hips a fraction.