Caleb is still reconciling with the knowledge that Yussa had given significant thought to what his home and his bed would be like when a slender hand dips between them and grips his cock. He breathes in sharply, and his cock--largely ignored until now--gives a heavy throb.

"It is the, ah--the best part of the city, in my opinion," he says, understandably a little breathless and stilted. The movement may be minimal, but the way Yussa is touching him is tantalizing and distracting. "We will see more of it tomorrow."

His eyes flutter closed briefly, and when he reopens them, he focuses intently on Yussa's face. The curl of his lips, his golden eyes, the pale curls falling over his forehead.

"Is it anything like what you imagined?" he asks, softer.