The slide of Caleb's cock along his slit, the slight pressure of just the tip pushing in, makes him sigh. But soon enough Caleb adjusts his position and he can feel that blunt pressure against a less yielding hole. Caleb has diligently worked him open and Yussa knows that he is the one who rushed this.

His mouth falls open and Yussa presses his hands to the blankets. His breathing is ragged and he finally moans as his body gives. Yussa stays still as Caleb pushes deeper, slow and careful and slow. The stretch is almost too much, but he doesn't want this to stop. He is surprised that Caleb is capable of speaking; Yussa has been made almost mute by this. It takes a few seconds more before he musters his voice with a coherent answer.

"Likely longer than you have been alive," he breathes. Yussa's arms feel weak and he lowers himself more, forearms braced against the ground while he trusts Caleb's firm grip to keep his hips exactly when he needs them. "Gods--"

It feels like it takes forever for Caleb to bottom out, making Yussa aware of every single inch of him as he's filled.