That soft catch in Yussa's breath stirs the low-burning heat of Caleb's arousal to a scorching, insistent flame. He gives a low, approving hum, stroking from between Yussa's shoulders all the way down to the small of his back, then over his ass again. The arm around waist remains firm, pressing Yussa flush against him when he sways closer, but not pulling him into his lap.

"Do you like to be kissed, schatz?" he murmurs, following the question by pressing their lips together again, soft and chaste. His scalp tingles from where Yussa has run his fingers through his hair. From where he sits, it is easy to turn from Yussa's mouth to his throat. He trails down the side of his neck, kisses warm and slightly prickly with stubble. He takes slow, deep breaths to indulge in the scent of Yussa's perfumed skin as he goes, scraping his teeth lightly over the edge of his clavicle, nosing gold chain out of the way where he must, then continuing down between his breasts.

With another low, contented noise rumbling from his chest, Caleb lifts his head to avoid the drape of chains over Yussa's right breast, nuzzling close again as he parts his lips to lick over a stiff dark nipple. His hold on the slighter man's waist keeps him from squirming away as Caleb lavishes attention there, soon taking it between his lips with a curl of tongue and a light tug of teeth and sucking greedily.

The hand cupping Yussa's ass slides down over the soft curve to where it meets his thigh. Long calloused fingers stretch out, feeling the radiating warmth between his thighs and slipping between them to seek more, searching for slickness and heat.