Yussa voices Caleb's own thoughts, and he can't resist returning his smile as he tugs his boots off. Gods, it makes him giddy to think of Yussa spending all this time wanting him, too. He's halfway through pulling his trousers down when he gets distracted by Yussa, confident and bare--and then further distracted as he stops to kiss him. His breath catches softly, and his heart leaps in his chest.

"That is very okay," he assures, raising both brows for emphasis. "I am glad to put in the effort."

He gets his trousers off, finally, then his smalls. When he is as bare as Yussa, he joins him on the chaise. After pressing a kiss to his temple, nosing at his pale curls, he settles back, claiming a space for himself reclined comfortably against the raised back. His cock is heavy, wet at the tip, and darkly flushed between his long legs, extended in front of him to stretch muscles made tight by kneeling. Beside him, he has left plenty of room for Yussa, and he holds an arm out as though he means for him to curl up against his side.

"Why don't you join me here, for now?"