Instinctively Caleb presses his face into Yussa's touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savors the sensation of soft fingers sliding through his stubble. The fondness in Yussa's voice causes a soft smile to spread over his lips.

"Oh," he says, made suddenly bashful by the compliment, but still smiling. "Well, I am very pleased to please you."

A hand trails up Yussa's spine as his other arm loops tighter about his waist. Tempted by the flicker of his tongue over his gold-painted lips, Caleb leans up to kiss them. Similar to his first touch earlier, it begins gently, but becomes more confident as he sinks into it. His tongue traces Yussa's lower lip before pressing past it into the warmth of his mouth, exploring him sensually slow.