What can Caleb do but follow? Intrigued, he allows Yussa to pull him along by his harness up onto the chaise. Hovering over the other man on his hand and knees, he groans a curse under his breath in Zemnian as Yussa cups him through his jeans, offering a firm stroke that is more than Caleb has allowed himself all night. His cock throbs at the attention, and Caleb's focus is brought back to his own arousal, which he has otherwise been very successful at ignoring.

It is the perfect way to render him distracted and receptive for the kiss that follows, which steals his breath and immediately makes him want more. He'd be pleased for Yussa to spend the rest of the night kissing him like that. When his eyes slide open again, there is a moment where he both looks and feels slightly dazed as he gazes down at the other wizard.

"How much further?"

It seems pertinent to ask, even if he's already responsible for halfway removing Yussa's pants and smalls once tonight. He thinks he might have felt the edge of a binder under his shirt earlier, in retrospect. As much as he would love to undress Yussa entirely, he doesn't want to be the cause of any discomfort.