Yussa sits up as Caleb sinks to his knees. He finds it fascinating that it is such an easy thing for him, to the point that it is the first thing the younger man does when he's invited closer. He relaxes while Caleb works on freeing him from his boots. As he works on one, Yussa's other foot presses against Caleb's groin, and he swears he can feel how hard he is through the sole of his shoe.

And he can't help but notice the familiar lines of a book harness. He runs his fingers over the worn but strong leather, appreciating how it feels and how it looks. He has a better idea of Caleb's shape now, and he decides he's invested in seeing him completely, if they can get that far. It isn't' that Caleb strikes him as skittish, or even that he sees any hesitance - none, judging by that performance in the bathroom - but the setting is different now. The chemistry hasn't changed, but the urgency has died down. Well, his urgency has.

He slips his fingers beneath a strap on the harness, and he relinquishes the pressure on Caleb's cock when he feels the other man's hands on his ankle. He'll have to play nice for a few seconds if he wants his boots off completely, so he does. But he doesn't let go of the harness.

"I should hope so," he says lightly, a smile playing on his mouth. "I won't even make you stay there all night."