It is a quiet, intimate thing, the only sounds the muted, wet noises of Yussa's cunt, the shifting of the blanket beneath them, the soft scratch of blunt nails against Caleb's scalp, and Yussa's heavy breathing cut with occasional pleasured noises. It feels like a meditation in his drowsy, sated state, and Caleb is almost sad when Yussa's thighs tense against him and he feels him squeeze around his fingers and shudder through a well-earned, tired orgasm. Caleb hums appreciatively, withdrawing his fingers slowly and affectionately kissing his lover's trembling inner thighs.

Following the silent instruction in the tug of his hair, Caleb heaves his exhausted body up once more and rests his cheek on the slight soft swell of the other man's lower belly, gazing up at him with warm, drowsy blue eyes.

Yussa looks calm in a way Caleb can't help feeling proud of, glad to have given him that sense of quiet pleasure. They rest in sweet, sacred silence for a long few moments, intimately connected and coming down from a high that to Caleb feels shared, even if his orgasm had been some time ago now.