Caleb hums against Yussa's skin, pleased by the idea of having his hair messed up a second time. The first had been so enjoyable. It's as he's kissing over his collarbone that Yussa gives his permission, and Caleb's lips pull into a wider grin. "That is what I was hoping to hear," he murmurs.

While waiting for instruction, he's been avoiding deliberately touching his chest. But that ends quickly as he works his way down Yussa's body with his mouth. His lips follow the curve of one soft, small breast, and he brings a hand up to cover the other entirely. It fits in his palm with a gentle squeeze as his tongue flickers over a tight brown nipple. Watching Yussa toy with himself earlier had been very inspiring.

Though Caleb has been given a much-needed release, the stirrings of arousal in his body haven't gone away, knowing what he was waiting for. While he isn't yet getting hard, he can feel the potential for it under his skin, a pleasant and pervasive heat that begins to grow again as he touches Yussa.