[ Caleb winces when reminded of his clothing. Gods, he really had just come in his trousers, which he's sure he'll find more embarrassing once the afterglow has faded. What he's wearing will be salvageable with a good wash, but definitely something he wants to take off sooner rather than later. ]

Partially my fault for not removing anything before we started.

[ That kiss soothes him quite a bit though, and Caleb gladly takes the chance to convey how pleased he is despite the mess. ]

Ja. A lot, honestly. [ A hand rubs at the small of Fjord's back. Though his friend has said nothing about it, Caleb isn't about to ignore the fact that he's still hard. The first time they'd talked about this he promised Fjord he would take care of him, and he intends to. ] I would gladly do it again. Now, even. Maybe you would like to help me take all of this off upstairs?

[ The offer is there at least, depending on how Fjord feels. ]