"I make no promises. But if I do pull it out, I will endeavor not to lose it," he says with a contented sigh as Caleb trails kisses down his neck. His hand smooths over the other man's hair and down the back of his neck, resisting the urge to properly bury his fingers just yet. As the warmth of Caleb's mouth moves lower, Yussa realizes he ought make something clear.

"You can touch me where you like."

He's left himself entirely bare, but he wants to make sure there is no misunderstanding. He doesn't want Caleb to hold back as a matter of being polite. The fact that Yussa feels the need to tell him at all is a good sign, he thinks. Caleb has not taken any liberties beyond what's been offered to him so far.