Obediently, Caleb's head tips back as Yussa's hand slides through it, baring his throat as he blinks up at the other man in a near daze. Gods, he likes this angle. The view really can't be beat. The problem with Yussa's offer to let him choose is that both options are painfully appealing. The mere thought makes his cock throb where it strains against his pants, desperately hard despite a complete lack of touch or even attention so far.

Ultimately, however, he would like a little more freedom to move tonight, to show off the way Yussa has invited him to, which is enough to solve his indecision.

"The former for now, please," he requests, hoarse but polite. His hands slide back down Yussa's legs before releasing them, and he sits back to give the older man space to return to the chaise and make himself comfortable. He'll happily follow on his knees.