Yussa tips his head, giving Caleb full access to his neck and his ear as the other man's beautiful hands work to start divesting him of his layers. Yussa helps here and there, mostly to shrug off or toss aside the elements of his outfit Caleb removes. He cannot resist the urge to arch into his lover's touch as it roams his body.

"You can dress me in something similar tomorrow," he breathes. Which reminds him. Yussa finds something in one of his pockets before Caleb strips him too far, and a moment later a small chest appears on the floor not too far away. Well, he wasn't going to come with nothing. The focus goes back into his pocket before he slips out of that layer.

And he is layered, both because it is the style and for the sake of keeping warm. When Caleb gets far enough, he'll discover there is no binder to contend with.