He doesn't think he's ever heard Caleb admit to any memory problems, no matter how mild. That is something to note, then. Yussa is also very familiar with Caleb's usual refractory period and it's difficult not to note that he's flown through it without truly going soft. A feat not unheard of, but rare enough without any other influence.

Yussa's line of thought is broken as Caleb's cock - fully hard again - slides back into him. He makes a quiet sound and, without truly thinking, he starts moving almost immediately, lazily riding the man beneath him as Caleb anchors him for a kiss. His own arousal doesn't feel pressing, but this still feels good. He could stop this, he thinks, but it's difficult to recall why he would want to and Yussa quite enjoys being the object of such intense desire. They need to find a way out again eventually, but... they have time.

His hands slide over the binding around his chest and Yussa pulls at the laces on one side to get it loose. He wants it off. The exertion has him sweating and he sees no need to keep it on, especially when removing it would bare more skin to Caleb's touch. That is a fine use of his time and it doesn't take him long to get out of it, tossing it aside to join the pile of their clothes.