For some reason, Yussa isn't expecting Caleb to pull out to accomplish this task. He cannot help the sound that escapes him as first his ass and then his cunt are left empty. His hands grip the pillow beneath him tightly as if it is the only thing keeping him in place as Caleb's clever hands make short work of the clasps. On shaking arms, he pushes himself up enough for the chains to slide off entirely. He moves to make their full removal easier and his eyes close as the younger man's lips brush against his back. He can hear the care in Caleb's voice, and he worries for a moment he has broken them out of their fantasy.

But is it so terrible to imagine a man that would pay for him could also care for his comfort? That it has not broken the mood is made abundantly clear when Caleb tells him that the pillow is enough to keep Yussa where he needs him. He feels a flare of warmth through his body and Yussa actually tries to consider his answer. He could stay on his knees, but gods, it would be easier to lower himself, to allow the pillow do the work instead.

Looking flustered by his own confession, Yussa admits, "Ah... if the pillow is enough, I will take you up on that."

His accent is heavy and his voice still sounds slightly dazed, but given this little break, his gaze is clearer, more focused. Yussa has no doubt Caleb will remedy that sooner than later.

"Would it be easier to add another...?" He hasn't considered it until now, but the bed has plenty of pillows and bolsters to work with.