"Hm?" It takes Yussa a moment to realize where Caleb is looking, but he soon realizes and reaches to brush his fingers across the mouth-shaped bruises on his chest. A faint smirk appears and he lifts his gaze to meet Caleb's. "You'd have a headache if I had any objections."

Yussa can't recall now if he's ever encouraged Caleb to that end, but perhaps now that it's happened, he'll have to make his desire for it more apparent the next time the mood strikes.

He reaches for his clothes so that he can dress again, limbs still heavy and a bit stiff from falling asleep as they did.