After Yussa specifies, Caleb gets to work. He's done this once already; the second time isn't so hurried. Yussa looks devastatingly attractive lounging there lazily undoing the buttons of his own shirt, and Caleb glances back and forth as he eases first his pants and then his smalls all the way down his legs this time.

He takes in Yussa's bared bronze skin with bright-eyed hunger. They were so rushed before; now he slides his hands slowly and appreciatively up along Yussa's thighs, thumbs dipping in to trace his hip bones, then his waist. His eyes flicker up at the following request, and his lips curl subtly. He can do that, but...

"You want me to take my harness off?"

It seems like such an object of fascination.