Yussa breathes a soft sigh as Caleb presses a warm kiss to his chest. His hips lift, rocking toward the younger man's thumb as he offers that slow stroke. It takes some effort not to sound disappointed when Caleb pulls away again to do the thing that Yussa has asked him to.

He tips his head as Caleb strips out of his shirt and then pulls his harness back on. Seeing the leather against bare skin is appealing, as is the possibility of being able to grab and hold onto it should he choose to. A smirk ticks the corner of his mouth when Caleb seems to realize it will take more effort to get his boots off. Yussa props his elbow on the pillows piled behind him and rests his head against his curled fingers. His interest sharpens again as the younger man works his way out of his jeans. He's been hard all this time with no relief.

He can't help but notice the damp spot on the gray fabric or tHe tempting shape of Caleb's cock. Yussa keeps his eyes on Caleb's face, holding his gaze as his free hand slips down between his legs. His fingers brush up along his slit and down again. His cunt throbs and he spreads his thighs more as he lifts a brow expectantly.

"That's fine for now," he says, determined to keep his voice even. "Come here."