Yussa sinks down as soon as he's given permission. It's less graceful than he'd like, but effective. He keeps his legs spread to ensure Caleb has easy access, and to get as flat to the bed as he can. He grinds against the bed a little and manages to hold back a moan when he gets pressure that he wants against his clit. He won't make himself come, of course not. But it does take the edge off, just a little.

"Yes," he sighs. He can hear the amusement in Caleb's voice but he doesn't attempt to admonish him. Instead, he arches his back into the other man's touch as Caleb's hand slides down along his spine.

He's grateful for the short reprieve as Caleb takes a little bit of time before diving right back in. He tries to take a moment to catch his breath, feeling somewhat ridiculous that he's so worked up when Caleb hasn't done more than use his tongue. Then again, he's been reduced to a needy creature by that mouth before, perhaps it's not such a surprise.