Caleb's lips curl with amusement as Yussa already shifts, dropping his hips lower in a way that forces Caleb to readjust as well. As he moves, the hand spreading Yussa open on his left side pulls back and reconnects a splitsecond later with another satisfyingly sharp smack, landing where the curve of his ass is softest and thickest. Now he's evened it out, at least.

"Schatz, I said that you weren't to move," he reminds, all gentle warmth. "Can you not manage this position after all?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth returns as soon as he has his balance again, both hands feeling the lingering warmth of flesh striking flesh as they hold Yussa open for him. His tongue sweeps over the soft give of his lover's stretched hole, dipping easily into his ass. Caleb's cock stands hard between his thighs, the golden warmth of arousal pooling again low in his body as he feels how yielding his lover is against his mouth, opened up so thoroughly that his hole barely resists penetration.