"Exceptionally," he echoes with emphasis. Yussa remains still while Caleb moves, enjoying the stroke of his hand down his back. Of course, it doesn't remain chaste for long and his teeth catch his bottom lip as Caleb's fingers tease over his well-used hole.

Yussa looks over his shoulder when he feels the cool glass pressing against him and he can feel the give of his body, so ready to accept it. The heat in his face deepens and there's an answering throb low in his body. Gods, he wants to press his thighs together and squirm for a bit of relief. Yussa knows he's wet with renewed arousal, he's certain that some of Caleb's come has dripped down over his flushed, swollen folds. Even with that feeling, he wonders if he can keep up with Caleb. Perhaps he should've taken the powder too, but this is exciting.

"You have options, certainly." His voice is more breathy. Since Caleb arrived he's kept his accent heavier - it takes far less effort and it lends a bit of novelty. "But you do have that in hand..."

And Yussa would not mind at all if his lover saw fit to put it back in him, to ensure he stays open and full and ready--never mind the obscene thought of holding some of Caleb's come inside him.