It's Yussa gasping his name that reminds him not to follow the tension building in his body too far. As soon as he hears it, he's pulled from the stupor of his own pleasure, alert to his lover's needs. But it becomes clear that Yussa isn't asking him to stop, or even to do anything himself; he just wants the chains off. He's been wearing them for at least two hours now; they must have grown uncomfortable.

Gods, but when has Yussa ever asked for his permission for something like this? Caleb's head spins.

"Schatz, of course you may," he responds at once, immediately attentive. He would have removed them sooner if he'd known Yussa would be more comfortable that way. His clean hand gently pushes Yussa's fingers out of the way where he reaches behind himself, trying to remove the chains on his own. "Let me help."

Now is as good a time as any, he thinks. Slowly, he eases his fingers from Yussa's ass, and after a quick prestidigitation, that hand is clean as well. Pulling out of his lover's cunt takes more than a little resolve, but with his own plans in mind, he does. It is easy then to find the small clasps along Yussa's spine holding the chains together and undo them. The top section loosens and falls away, then the ones draped over his hips, until at last they can all be slipped off entirely from the front. "There," Caleb murmurs. "If you lift up just a little..."

With Yussa's cooperation, the chains are soon draped over a bedpost, leaving his skin bare but for the beautiful tattoos he's recently had inked. Caleb kisses the design between his shoulder blades fondly, up to the back of his neck again. "Are you still comfortable like this?" he asks, checking in both in and out of their narrative. "It is okay for you to stretch your legs out," he reminds him. There's no need for Yussa to support himself at all if he doesn't want to. "The pillow is enough to keep you where I need you."

Especially now that he is planning, finally, to have his ass next.