It's easy to get swept up in that kiss. Caleb has a way of making himself clear even when he won't speak and it makes something in Yussa tremble with its yearning and hunger. All at once he feels he needs to control this and let it happen, and he can't do both, can he? Something in his chest aches for this man. If he keeps this up, Caleb won't leave tonight.

Just tell me to stay.

Yussa lifts his head with a soft gasp and his fingers tighten in Caleb's hair. He leans close, lips against the younger man's ear. His nails scrape gently against the back of Caleb's neck and he gently teases Caleb's earlobe with his teeth.

"How do you want me?" he murmurs, voice low and accent heavy. "You've made me very ready everywhere, I will let you choose."