Yussa lowers his hips after Caleb's pulled his smalls down far enough that it's prudent - and necessary - to do so. But he is enraptured by the look his lover gives him, the heat in his expression as he pulls the soaked fabric down his thighs. With his weight back on his rear, Caleb is free to remove them entirely if he's so inclined.

"Acceptable? Tsk," he says with a click of his tongue. "Mind yourself, lest I find cause to remind you of the virtues of patience and delayed gratification."

Rich words considering his position and his culpability in this, but that isn't the point.