Every gentle thrust feels intense; he feels full and every small stroke reminds him of that. Yussa doesn't know how long it is before Caleb can pull back almost fully before plunging in again, but when he does it earns a soft cry from the archmage as the pleasure of it hits him. Yussa manages to open his eyes as Caleb leans over him, his mouth hot against his overheated skin.

"So much," he murmurs, vaguely aware that is not the most coherent response given what he's been asked for. The tender caress along his thigh, soothing and possessive, makes him shiver.

"Full," he adds, finding it easier though his voice is still heavy. "I can feel every inch of you, sweet boy."