He arches toward Caleb as soon as the man is upon him. Strong hands grab at his ass and Yussa moans against the kiss. It's difficult not to get swept up in his lover's urgency and there is something deliriously exciting about feeling Caleb's shirt rub against his bare skin.

"Caleb--" He takes a sharp breath and tries to move, but there is really nowhere to go. Yussa manages to at least get himself onto the edge of the table properly, which means his feet no longer touch the floor. "If you want me undressed, the boots need to come off or you need to be content with pulling things out of the way."

Yussa doesn't mind either way, if he's honest. Caleb can fuck him wherever he pleases as long as they get his pants out of the way. There is part of him - a far more rational part - that thinks that's the better idea. But he isn't in the mood to deny Caleb anything.