"Even so, it is powerful magic," Caleb insists, unwilling to be deterred by Yussa's attempt to downplay it. A wizard doesn't learn that spell in the first place until they are exceptionally advanced. Caleb is powerful enough himself, and he hasn't gotten there yet. Not the version without a landing circle, at least.
When Yussa waves the lights on--or brighter, at least--Caleb blinks to adjust. The glow is soft, atmospheric, but enough to see by. The room is still more beautiful properly illuminated. As is Yussa.
"Of course," he agrees, a little breathless. Gods, the lighting at the bar had not done Yussa justice. His skin is not only a lovely rich brown, but the undertone is warm and golden. The fine lines around his eyes and other subtle markers of age in his face only serve to make him more handsome. And his eyes--the way they reflect the light makes them look molten. Caleb can't join him fast enough.
Still ignoring the bulge of his erection, which has barely flagged at all in the last several minutes, Caleb hopes he is interpreting the invitation correctly when he lowers himself to the floor in front of Yussa and reaches for his boots to take over removing them.
Yussa will be able to get a very good look at Caleb like this; his blue eyes, his flushed and freckled skin, his long red hair half tied back, but discheveled from Yussa sinking his hand into it. His long-sleeved henley, dark jeans, and boots are simple, and the shirt in particular is slightly too big on his slim frame. The top two buttons are undone, showing a hint of collarbone. What really stands out about his attire, though, is his book harness--absent his books tonight, per Beauregard's recommendation. The dark brown leather straps with their bronze buckles, clearly well used and well cared for, cross over his body in a way that flatters his proportions, accentuating the span of his shoulders in contrast to the taper of his waist.
The beautiful rug he is kneeling on beside the couch is a great improvement on thr bathroom floor, and he can't help noting as much with amusement. "My knees are feeling better already," he quips, eyes bright as he glances up.
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When Yussa waves the lights on--or brighter, at least--Caleb blinks to adjust. The glow is soft, atmospheric, but enough to see by. The room is still more beautiful properly illuminated. As is Yussa.
"Of course," he agrees, a little breathless. Gods, the lighting at the bar had not done Yussa justice. His skin is not only a lovely rich brown, but the undertone is warm and golden. The fine lines around his eyes and other subtle markers of age in his face only serve to make him more handsome. And his eyes--the way they reflect the light makes them look molten. Caleb can't join him fast enough.
Still ignoring the bulge of his erection, which has barely flagged at all in the last several minutes, Caleb hopes he is interpreting the invitation correctly when he lowers himself to the floor in front of Yussa and reaches for his boots to take over removing them.
Yussa will be able to get a very good look at Caleb like this; his blue eyes, his flushed and freckled skin, his long red hair half tied back, but discheveled from Yussa sinking his hand into it. His long-sleeved henley, dark jeans, and boots are simple, and the shirt in particular is slightly too big on his slim frame. The top two buttons are undone, showing a hint of collarbone. What really stands out about his attire, though, is his book harness--absent his books tonight, per Beauregard's recommendation. The dark brown leather straps with their bronze buckles, clearly well used and well cared for, cross over his body in a way that flatters his proportions, accentuating the span of his shoulders in contrast to the taper of his waist.
The beautiful rug he is kneeling on beside the couch is a great improvement on thr bathroom floor, and he can't help noting as much with amusement. "My knees are feeling better already," he quips, eyes bright as he glances up.