Yussa sighs heavily as Caleb draws his fingers free with that last, teasing stroke over his clit. He slips out of the younger man's lap, not quite so far-gone yet that he needs to worry about his balance. His fingers brush along Caleb's jaw, drawing away with a come-hither gesture as Yussa heads for the stairs. He untucks his blouse the rest of the way and begins to unbutton it on his way up.

His bedroom is much the same as it was last night. The bed is made and there is a different nearly-empty mug on the nightstand. Yussa shrugs out of his blouse and tosses it over the armchair near the window - the teacups from the previous evening are gone. The trip upstairs gives Yussa a bit of time to clear his head, but gods, he looks forward to Caleb clouding it again. He's unbuttoning his trousers completely by the time Caleb catches up. The lights in the room are already on, bright enough to see by but low enough to create an atmosphere conducive to what they're about to do.