Caleb's breath catches as Yussa's lips leave his again and his slender fingers trace the stubbled line of his jaw. His permission is so simple, but so assured it makes his cock throb. His pale skin is flushed, his blue eyes dark with desire, and he takes one more grateful kiss before he sinks to his knees.

He can feel cool tile through his jeans, but it doesn't matter where he is. What matters is Yussa's warm brown skin under his lips as he mouths from his hip to the waist of his pants, where his clever fingers are already working the button open and pulling down the zipper. He wants to taste this man. He wants to lose himself in giving him pleasure and think of nothing else.

Intelligent and observant as he is, Yussa's allusions during conversation and current evidence are more than enough information for Caleb to draw the correct conclusion. There is no surprise and certainly no disappointment when he slides the elf's pants down his thighs and finds his smalls damp. He doesn't hesitate to press his mouth there with a low moan, feeling the heat of his cunt as his tongue wets the fabric still more.