The sudden appearance of the chest draws Caleb's attention, and he pauses a moment to look at it before giving a warm chuckle. "I should really learn that one."

He kisses the tip of the elf's ear again affectionately, intrigued by Yussa having more of this familiar clothing and by the idea of choosing what he'll wear. He is relishing removing each piece tonight, and when the last layer covering the other man's chest is lifted over his head, Caleb gives a low, pleased hum. No matter how many times it's revealed to him, he knows he'll never stop marveling at Yussa's body.

The fire downstairs has warmed the room a little, but the air is chilly enough that his dark nipples are tight. Caleb can't resist leaning down to circle his tongue around each of them as his fingers pick apart the ties holding up the last layer of his skirt, dropping that to match.

"You should leave the socks," he advises with a crooked little grin. "I would not want your feet getting cold."