Caleb is diligent but efficient as he works on Yussa's first boot, though his progress is interrupted when the second moves between his legs. Pressing down over his cock, Yussa applies just enough pressure to make his eyes flutter closed and force him to take a loud, shuddering breath just to keep from making an even more pathetic noise. Heat spreads through him like a drop of ink through water, intensified by Yussa hooking his fingers under the straps of his harness. There is something he finds deeply erotic about the way his instinct toward submission, his need to please, and his embarassment at his own arousal intersect like this, and Yussa handles him so perfectly he can barely believe it.

Luckily he manages to finish his work before he can do anything as mortifying as grinding against the sole of Yussa's boot--though it is tempting. The pressure is released, to both his relief and dismay, and he concentrates on the leather under his hands rather than the aching throb of his cock. Quickly enough he eases the second boot off as well, stroking his thumb along the high arch of Yussa's foot as he does.

Looking up again and catching sight of that smile makes his stomach flip in hopeful anticipation. "I would not complain if you did," he husks. "It is probably apparent by now, but I enjoy being...useful. Spending the night tending to your needs, whatever they may be, would make me very happy." The admission makes his face burn, but he doesn't hesitate to say it. He knows what he likes, and Yussa seems like he could take control of him in exactly the way he longs for as effortlessly as he cast Teleport.

They met at a kink club; he hopes this isn't too surprising. Would it be too much to hope that Yussa saw this in him and wanted him because of it?