Yussa's breath catches as Caleb carefully works a second finger into him, coaxing his body to yield to the new intrusion. His voice rises in a ragged moan as the younger man takes the chance to run his tongue over him, sliding from his dripping entrance up to his clit. That makes his hips jump and he drags at Caleb's head, trying to keep him where he is.

"Yes," he gasps out, tightening briefly around Caleb's fingers before he relaxes again, accepting him deeper. He's breathing faster now, excitement rising as the reality of what he's asking for - demanding - sinks through him. Really, it's impressive they haven't done this yet, given Caleb's predilections and his own. They are rectifying it now, that's all that matters.

Feeling more heated, he opens his eyes and looks down at the man between his thighs.

"Fuck me, Caleb."