The bold, surprisingly lewd stroke of Caleb's thumb against him, drawing his attention to the come dripping out of him, makes Yussa almost dizzy with the heat rushing to his face. He's far too old to be flustered by something like that, and yet he's entirely swept up by it.

It takes some doing before they're both actually down on the ground, the grass soft beneath Yussa's knees as he's pulled to straddle Caleb's lap. He's just happy to be off his feet and he leans into the kiss as Caleb draws him closer. He can't help the little moan that escapes him as his lover's cock rubs against him. Yussa thinks it'd take nothing to guide him back in, to indulge that desire for both of them. But Caleb seems content enough with just the lazy contact.

Breaking from the kiss, Yussa rests against Caleb's bare chest. He thinks he should either remove his pants completely or he should drag them back up so that they aren't caught around his thighs. He can do that in a moment, there's no need to rush to it just now. Elegant fingers stroke gently against Caleb's cheek.

"Are you all right?" he asks, thinking it best to check in after how... sudden that all was. Which is not to say they've never gotten swept up by their mutual desire before, but that had been entirely unexpected and, Yussa would argue, unprovoked.