While Caleb had expected something intense given how worked up Yussa had become, he isn't quite prepared for how completely his lover falls apart against him. He bucks, trembles, rides his fingers with desperation even as he comes, pushing his body to accept as much pleasure as it can stand. Caleb's hand is soaked, Yussa grinds back against his cock, and the way he moans his name nearly makes Caleb come too.

He seems like he might collapse outright, so overwhelmed his legs are unsteady. Caleb secures his free arm around his chest, holding him against his own body just in case. His hand slows right away when Yussa's covers it with clear intent. He takes pressure off his clit entirely, and tenderly pumps his fingers in and out of his fluttering cunt just twice more before withdrawing them entirely with an obscenely wet noise.

Maybe it's slightly cruel to pull them out so soon, when Yussa is still quivering, his cunt still milking his fingers in tight little pulses that Caleb loves to feel, but he has to leave him wanting just a little. He will, with any luck, give him something else to milk while his body is still rocked with these aftershocks so powerful they make his hips jump. The intensity of Caleb's own arousal isn't something that he can go without tending to for much longer, and he doesn't intend to.

"That was perfect," he murmurs, kissing again down the side of Yussa's neck, breath heavy and warm. "You are perfect."