Yussa's pants are easily loosened, but Caleb doesn't allow their own weight to pull them to the floor. He guides the loose fabric down Yussa's thighs, even crouches to pull it out of the way so that he can step out of it, inhaling sharply at the reveal of slender brown legs.
If you wish, Yussa says, and Caleb glances back up, still crouched before him as he gathers up his now discarded pants. "Is that in question?" he asks, lips curling and eyes flashing with gentle amusement.
He stands again, deftly folding and adding this next layer to the stack of Yussa's shed clothing. What remains does not cover terribly much, and the contrast of warm light and shadow in this balcony alcove paints Yussa strikingly. With his nervous excitement given away by the uneven cadence of his breath, Caleb's hands slip beneath the camisole's hem. Yussa's skin is soft and warm, and he is momentarily mesmerized by the sight of his own pale fingers curled loosely over his hips, then sliding up his sides.
"I had hoped that I might be invited to see you this way again," he admits more quietly, pulling the sheer material up. In the process, his fingers brush the edge of the bandeau, and he decides that will be next. He feels his already flushed face growing hotter. "Our, ah...previous entanglement has been on my mind these last months." With frankly embarrassing frequency. "It is a very good memory, but one that tends to leave me wanting more."
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If you wish, Yussa says, and Caleb glances back up, still crouched before him as he gathers up his now discarded pants. "Is that in question?" he asks, lips curling and eyes flashing with gentle amusement.
He stands again, deftly folding and adding this next layer to the stack of Yussa's shed clothing. What remains does not cover terribly much, and the contrast of warm light and shadow in this balcony alcove paints Yussa strikingly. With his nervous excitement given away by the uneven cadence of his breath, Caleb's hands slip beneath the camisole's hem. Yussa's skin is soft and warm, and he is momentarily mesmerized by the sight of his own pale fingers curled loosely over his hips, then sliding up his sides.
"I had hoped that I might be invited to see you this way again," he admits more quietly, pulling the sheer material up. In the process, his fingers brush the edge of the bandeau, and he decides that will be next. He feels his already flushed face growing hotter. "Our, ah...previous entanglement has been on my mind these last months." With frankly embarrassing frequency. "It is a very good memory, but one that tends to leave me wanting more."