Caleb's hips rock up and back and up again, grinding his cock against the crux of Yussa's thighs through his robe and the thin fabric of the elf's smalls. Gods, he really is too sexy. It is everything from the languid way he moves to his grin to the fingers gripping Caleb's hair. Finding himself unexpectedly compromised by how badly he wants him isn't new. They are quite good at falling into bed together without prior plans to do so, which Caleb can't regret in the least.

"But you must have known last night when you offered to let me dress you," he murmurs, kissing his way back up from the other man's breasts. "That I would see everything, and want to see them on you."

He manages to slip one hand away just long enough to pull free the knot in the sash keeping his robe closed. The front doesn't fall open all at once, but gradually as Caleb moves. Fabric slides from one shoulder and parts around his waist, and finally Caleb's bare cock slides against the warm, soft skin of Yussa's inner thighs. With a low moan he squeezes the curve of his ass and pulls him further into his lap, dragging his length along his slit through the damp material of his smalls.