Yussa whines softly in answer to Caleb's breathless encouragement. A little more patience, but Caleb was already on his way to his end. He's pressed down into the bed by his patron's weight and the urgent movement of his hips. Down on his forearms, Caleb his pressed almost entirely against him and Yussa gasps out a last moan when the younger man grinds against him and finally comes with a euphoric cry.

All he can do is lay there, panting hard simply from the exertion of fucking at that pace. Yussa lets himself lay flat against the bed, which is far easier than trying to press up against Caleb's weight. He doesn't mind, especially when Caleb seems to be making an effort not to drop his weight entirely on top of him.

His hand moves to brush against one of Caleb's, offering a caress as the other man tries to hold himself up.