Yussa breathes a softer sigh as Caleb takes the soap and cloth to his sweat-streaked skin. A small, private smile appears as the other man takes time to look at the henna. It won't wash away or smudge, thankfully, so Caleb can explore and examine the patterns as much as he wants. The deliberate tracing of his fingers along the familiar lines makes Yussa feel warm; the way his patron gets distracted by groping him makes his smile grow more indulgent.

He tips his head up as Caleb kisses his brow and meets him as the other man leans down to properly kiss him. He sways closer, one hand resting lightly against Caleb's chest and the other on his cheek. It's a sweet kiss, not quite chaste, and Yussa is content to indulge Caleb's desire for it. With the next kiss his lips part slightly in silent invitation, tempting Caleb to take more.

Having a patron so keen to tend to his pleasure, to his likes and dislikes, makes for a very pleasant evening. Even if Caleb is currently ignoring his lingering arousal. Yussa feels more sensitive in that condition, enough that even little currents of water created when Caleb moves reminds him of it.