Feeling Caleb's arm circle him is a relief, a promise that he at least won't collapse entirely. Yussa makes a quiet, protesting sound as Caleb pulls his fingers free entirely though, leaving him feel empty after such intensity. He bows his head, trying to focus instead on the warmth of Caleb's mouth on his neck. He reaches up weakly to stroke his bearded cheek.

"Do you intend to keep me here?" he manages, dazed yet but articulate. He wants to guide Caleb's fingers back into him but he is also very, very aware of the hard cock still pressed up against him. Finding a bit more strength, Yussa braces himself against the boulder and uses his other hand to try pulling his cotton shirt off. It occurs to him, vaguely, that perhaps he shouldn't strip completely in a place they have not fully explored, but he isn't.

Yet.

Yussa manages to at least get the shirt over his head, though for the time being seems content to leave it bunched around his arms. He peers over his shoulder at the man behind him, golden eyes darker, pupils wider.