Yussa finishes unbuttoning his shirt and leaves it open, exposing the binder beneath. It might be more of a bandeau if not for the structure it has. He relaxes again, thighs spreading easily as Caleb's warm hands slide over his legs and hips. He lifts a brow at the younger man's hesitation, but he makes a very good point. Yussa tips his head and a smile flickers across his mouth.

"Put it back on after you remove your shirt," he says at last. Caleb can always take it off later if the leather chafes or anything like that, but Yussa sees no reason not to enjoy the aesthetic and utility if Caleb is offering it.

He shifts his hips, absently getting more comfortable. He's still wet - the quick trip from the club has done nothing to quell his arousal and, if anything, has given him time to recover.