"Yes," he confesses. His eyes nearly close as Caleb's mouth teases over his throat, his neck, where he might surely feel where Yussa's pulse has quickened. He manages to keep his breathing steady as Caleb's stubble drags against his skin, but he cannot stop the goosebumps that rise across his skin as Caleb drifts lower, teasing bare skin with light touches and his warm breath. Yussa can't help another shiver when the chains slide, dragging lightly across his skin as Caleb moves them out of the way.

His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair as the other man's arm tightens around him, locking him in place, as Caleb's lips close around his nipple, greedily sucking and claiming in the way he holds and consumes Yussa's body. Heat rushes to his face and down through his body in a rush of excitement as he trusts his lover to keep him in place.

Yussa can feel a throb of heat between his legs as Caleb's hand slides lower to slip between his thighs. He finds precisely what he's looking for: Yussa is wet already, experiencing an increasing state of arousal that began before Caleb even arrived. Every moment since then has only built on that eager foundation. His other hand falls to rest on Caleb's shoulder as he he shifts to stand with his legs slightly further apart, trying to ensure Caleb as as much access as he wants. He breathes in sharply as the other man's calloused fingertips discover the tell-tale wetness just beginning to become obvious. Further exploration will surely yield more.