"Mm, I think so. Mostly." Yussa decides not to lift his head as Caleb's mouth moves down his neck, not wanting to interrupt his progress. He is most certainly experiencing the effects of the Feywild, of that much he's sure. And he has a faint recollection of what they meant to do here, but it comes and goes, wavering and unimportant. Far less so than the man beneath him, still aroused and holding him close.

"We'll see to you, then. It is the least I can do," he says as he turns his head to kiss Caleb's temple. "I am at your disposal, Master Widogast."

A smirk curves his mouth and Yussa catches Caleb's chin to coax his head up, enough that Yussa can kiss him.

"Though, perhaps somewhere more comfortable." The rock itself has been good for support, but the ground beneath them is rather firm and Yussa is quite certain there is a patch of moss or grass nearby that would suit them better.