Yussa doesn't seem to feel the same urgency to come, at least. Instead, he takes his pleasure in Caleb's, in the slick friction between them and the angle of every thrust. He murmurs soft praise and gentle encouragement as Caleb kisses and sucks at his breast.

"Let me feel you," he murmurs, voice still heavy with sleep. "Caleb--"

His voice catches, hiccups as Caleb's thrusts get more insistent.

"That's it."

It's such a lazy indulgence in the way that Caleb is rutting into him, both of them groggy from sleep.