Yussa hums an amused sound, but he does not immediately offer the story. Soon enough, Caleb is before him again, hard and ready and wanting with a warm hand on his thigh. Yussa strokes his cheek, lets his thumb brush along the other man's chin as Caleb gives him that bold look.

"Sweet boy," he murmurs, lower and warmer. "I do so appreciate your attentive care."

His thumb strokes Caleb's bottom lip, then he draws back. Languid and graceful, Yussa sinks back onto the bedroll and blankets, relaxing there as he spreads his thighs for the man in front of him. Golden eyes stay focused on Caleb's face as his fingers stroke over slick folds, parting them more before sliding away.

"Don't keep me waiting. You have made a mess of me."