Yussa's mouth falls open as Caleb's fingers push into him. His cunt tightens briefly around them and he sighs as his lover kisses his way down his body. Caleb's goal is clear and he moans, louder, as the soft warmth of his tongue runs up his slit.

"Gentle," he whispers, though there is no need. Caleb is patient in his affection, not too rough or quick as he works Yussa through his arousal. He lays back, fingers loose in Caleb's hair and rubbing lazily against his scalp. It takes a bit of time - difficult for Yussa to comprehend how long - but Caleb's diligence earns him the familiar, trembling tension of an orgasm. Yussa whimpers, legs pressing against the younger man's sides as the pleasure of release courses through him.

He gives a light pull at Caleb's hair, wanting to at least feel his head against his stomach before either of them collapse into sleep again.