He could just be winded from climbing all of those stairs, but he isn't. Or at least not only from that. It was inevitable that Yussa would notice, especially as it's only gotten worse as they drew closer to this area.

"I have been better," he admits. Let his companion take from that what he will. "But let's get to the top and see what we find."

His eyes are dark and his voice and smile are strained. Just about the only thing keeping him from pressing Yussa against the trunk of the tree right now is the height they're at. Gods, he wants--anything. Yussa's body against his, the way it had been again and again yesterday, shaking with how good Caleb made him feel. The taste of him on his tongue, the twist of his hands in his hair, the hot, velvety friction of his ass tight around his cock. He could lose himself in this man for hours, days--

"Ja," he gasps, "let's keep going. Now."