Aware of Yussa's tensing and relaxing beneath him as much as he is of his soothing touch through his hair and against his neck, Caleb pulls out nearly as soon as he is finished. He catches his breath as quickly as he can, letting Yussa's leg down and leveraging himself up just enough so that he can kiss him. He reaches between his legs at the same time and runs his fingers through the mix of their come, and the sound is absolutely filthy. Within moments he slips two fingers inside Yussa's slick, soft cunt and leaves his lips to trail kisses down his neck and newly-bruised chest, shifting back as he inches lower, nothing coy about his intent.

Yussa is divinely soft and warm under his tongue. Caleb moans as he licks from his entrance to his clit, still swollen with sustained arousal. Yussa tastes so good, good enough that Caleb can easily tolerate the taste of his own spend. He keeps working his two fingers inside him and licks slow, firm circles around his clit. His mouth is patient, consistent, and in no rush to get him there. Though he's starting to feel exhaustion creeping in again, he is determined to relieve his lover fully before collapsing, as he'd so generously done for him.