Yussa can feel the way Caleb's hips stutter as he loses his rhythm. It still feels good, but he's sure that's a warning that Caleb is going to come. He doesn't expect his lover to demand an answer from him. Yussa gasps the next time Caleb's hips meet is ass.

"Y-you can," he pants, voice tight even if it's Caleb who's working himself toward an orgasm. "You can fill me." He knows he sounds slightly delirious but he thinks he's earned that. Yussa realizes he is possibly negotiating for something he's been wanting since the bath. Since before that, even. "Whatever you want, please--"

He shivers beneath Caleb and tries to arch his back more as if that might get his patron deeper inside him. Yussa feels his body tighten around Caleb's cock and he bites his lip as the other man seeks his own pleasure with such abandon.