Yussa pauses what he's doing when Caleb comes into the room. A smile curves his mouth as the younger man sits on the edge of his bed to get out of his jeans and he takes a moment to admire how much of him is bare. He likes the way that Caleb reaches for him, enjoys very much the stroke of gentle and calloused hands over his bare sides. Elegant fingers stroke through Caleb's hair as warm lips press against Yussa's stomach; the other hand lightly brushes over the freckles on the younger man's shoulder. It's a sweet gesture and Yussa is content to answer it with gentle affection. Perhaps it would be more prudent to end this, but Yussa has always gone his own way when it suits him.

And he's glad that he has. This feels good, and it's been far too long since he had a lover - a real one, not just a one-night affair here or there. Caleb interests him and his skill is undeniable. And he likes what they may be able to do for each other, with each other.

He finishes unfastening his trousers. With that done, they are loose enough for the fabric to fall down his hips to his thighs. He pushes at them, gives a brief little shimmy to get them to fall the rest of the way. Then Yussa tips Caleb's chin up so that he can press a kiss to the other man's mouth, full of warmth and promise.