Yussa's lashes lower, flutter, as Caleb's fingers stroke against his cunt. He looks at the younger man with a smirk hiding at the corner of his mouth.

"Perhaps that lesson should begin now," he says. "You have left a mess, hm? You know what is expected."

He draws one knee closer to his body, opening himself more. Yussa knows he really shouldn't encourage this if they want to get out of bed, but he fully intends to end it on his terms, and Caleb will just have to manage.

"I do not have time to bathe again if we want to see any of the city before noon."