Yussa spreading his legs to allow him between is somehow even more erotic in his bed, Caleb finds. He hums happily into the kiss as the elf's fingers slide through his loosened hair, and he feels it when he pulls the tie out completely, leaving it to slide free around his shoulders.

Leaning back, Caleb looks from Yussa's smirk to the offered hair tie and returns the energy of his smirk with a subdued but equally playful little smile. His eyes are bright with amusement as he pushes himself back up to a kneel again and plucks the tie from the other man's fingers.

"Right. We would not want that."

With the ease of practice, he finger-combs his hair back into place and gathers it at the nape of his neck. With a few twists of his fingers, the tie is secured around it.

"You will have to work on not pulling it out again, ja?" Caleb teases, leaning back down for a lighter kiss, which is the first of many he begins trailing down Yussa's throat.