As Caleb enters his bedroom and sees Yussa undressing, it strikes him again that this is his second time here in as many days. In most circumstances, a reveal like this morning's would have killed whatever has started between them before it could really begin. But not this, not them. They fit so well together already; the attraction between them is powerful and undeniable. In Yussa's presence Caleb is content and comfortable in a way he rarely is around anyone, let alone someone he has just met. For him to find himself in Yussa's bedroom two nights in a row is evidence that he isn't the only one feeling this connection. He was invited.

Smiling mostly to himself, he pulls his sweater off over his head on his way over to the bed, followed by the thin teeshirt beneath. Both are left on the floor as he finishes the job Yussa had started downstairs and shucks his jeans as well, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull them down his legs. But he watches Yussa as he does this, and as soon as his hands are free, he reaches for him. His hands land on his lower back and skim down to his waist, where a playful but insistent pull guides him to stand between Caleb's spread knees. Pleased, Caleb presses a kiss to the soft brown skin right in front of his face, nuzzling against Yussa's stomach.

He is, truly, just happy to be here.