"A very welcome one," he answers. Perhaps it's unprofessional, but he thinks Caleb deserves to know that.
Yussa needs Caleb's help to move. Far from the graceful creature that welcomed Caleb into this room, Yussa is unsteady even as he rolls over, following the other man's guidance to get into the position Caleb wants. The bells on his ankles He finds himself terribly grateful that Caleb is not even asking him to stay on hands and knees, but allows him to settle on his belly with a pillow beneath his head and another beneath his hips. There are a variety of pillows to work with, some firmer some softer, and it isn't difficult to find something that will work for what Caleb wants.
He moves to spread his legs after he's settled and he breathes a soft sigh as Caleb's hand strokes down his back, following the lines of tattoos and gold chains. It is only then that Yussa realizes the sun has set and the room is darker. He makes a vague gesture and the lanterns brighten somewhat - the light is warm, but it will allow Caleb to see more without interrupting the mood or aesthetic. They can light more later, if he wishes.
He imagines he must make a fine display: the tattoos on the backs of his thighs drawing attention to the mess between them, propped up by the pillow.
"Yes, thank you," he says as he peers over his shoulder at the younger man.
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Yussa needs Caleb's help to move. Far from the graceful creature that welcomed Caleb into this room, Yussa is unsteady even as he rolls over, following the other man's guidance to get into the position Caleb wants. The bells on his ankles He finds himself terribly grateful that Caleb is not even asking him to stay on hands and knees, but allows him to settle on his belly with a pillow beneath his head and another beneath his hips. There are a variety of pillows to work with, some firmer some softer, and it isn't difficult to find something that will work for what Caleb wants.
He moves to spread his legs after he's settled and he breathes a soft sigh as Caleb's hand strokes down his back, following the lines of tattoos and gold chains. It is only then that Yussa realizes the sun has set and the room is darker. He makes a vague gesture and the lanterns brighten somewhat - the light is warm, but it will allow Caleb to see more without interrupting the mood or aesthetic. They can light more later, if he wishes.
He imagines he must make a fine display: the tattoos on the backs of his thighs drawing attention to the mess between them, propped up by the pillow.
"Yes, thank you," he says as he peers over his shoulder at the younger man.