The robe slides from Yussa's form, and Caleb looks at him with a brow softly knit and lips slightly parted in open, barefaced want. He has been lucky enough to see Yussa bare many times now, yet somehow this feels like the first all over again. Both the drape of the gold chains and the placement and flow of the tattoos emphasize the softness of Yussa's slender body as though inviting touch. Caleb badly wants to draw Yussa close and feel those modest curves against him.

That thought is quickly followed by another: what is stopping him?

Yussa stands just between Caleb's knees, well within reach as his arms slide around his waist to pull him closer, finding the golden chains skin-warm. At this height, Yussa's breasts are temptingly close to his face. His chin tilts up to meet the gold of the other man's eyes again.

"I am sure that you must hear all the time how desirable you are," he murmurs. "Still, I feel it would be doing you a great disservice to say nothing. You are...irresistible."