"Ah--" Yussa's hips jerk when Caleb's hand slips beneath him to pinch his clit. He can't tell if it's mercy or a reward or teasing, but it doesn't really matter: it feels amazing. He moves between Caleb's fingers and his tongue, trying to fuck the tight space he's been given while Caleb holds him in place.

He knows that Caleb takes pleasure in giving his willing, effortless submission; even if Yussa wants to submit, rarely finds himself in the right frame of mind to simply do it. He cannot recall the last time he even asked for such a thing, he has little practice. But he does find relief and pleasure in ceding control to someone he trusts, even if it takes... encouragement. Enforcement. Caleb is very capable of giving him what he needs and wants - they would not have lasted so long otherwise - but this feels more explicit in the boundaries of the game. Quieting Yussa's mind takes a different kind of effort.

Caleb moans against him and the feeling of his voice earns an echo of that sound from Yussa. He braces himself against his forearms for a bit more leverage though his body remains flat to the bed. His thighs flex as he grinds against Caleb's hand and soon enough he's panting. Tension builds low in his body and he can feel the rising crest of his pleasure. If Caleb doesn't stop him, he'll come like this.