Yussa rolls onto his side to follow after Caleb and to get off of the pillow he's been laying on. He leans into the kiss, unhurried and relaxed as the younger man continues to offer him sweet affection.
"You've tended me well. I haven't felt this good in years."
For the first time since he's taken this position, Yussa's mind feels entirely quiet and his body is certainly exhausted - he may actually sleep tonight rather than trance. He lays there at Caleb's side for a while longer, eyes closed as his breathing finally grows more even. He knows that he should clean up before he passes out, and eventually he makes himself sit up. He presses a kiss to Caleb's shoulder in passing and runs his hand over the other man's arm before he slips from the bed.
Small, slender, and just a bit unsteady for the first few steps, Yussa uses the bedpost for balance before he plucks up a thin robe that does very little to obscure his shape once it's on. He's used magic to clean up so many times tonight that it feels only right to use water now. He doesn't have the energy for a full shower, but a damp cloth will do.
He catches himself in the mirror and he turns his head this way and that, as if a good fuck has made him look as well as feel younger. He rinses the cloth with hot water and returns to the bedroom. He drapes the warm, wet cloth over Caleb's stomach and plucks up a cup of cold tea from his nightstand for a sip.
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"You've tended me well. I haven't felt this good in years."
For the first time since he's taken this position, Yussa's mind feels entirely quiet and his body is certainly exhausted - he may actually sleep tonight rather than trance. He lays there at Caleb's side for a while longer, eyes closed as his breathing finally grows more even. He knows that he should clean up before he passes out, and eventually he makes himself sit up. He presses a kiss to Caleb's shoulder in passing and runs his hand over the other man's arm before he slips from the bed.
Small, slender, and just a bit unsteady for the first few steps, Yussa uses the bedpost for balance before he plucks up a thin robe that does very little to obscure his shape once it's on. He's used magic to clean up so many times tonight that it feels only right to use water now. He doesn't have the energy for a full shower, but a damp cloth will do.
He catches himself in the mirror and he turns his head this way and that, as if a good fuck has made him look as well as feel younger. He rinses the cloth with hot water and returns to the bedroom. He drapes the warm, wet cloth over Caleb's stomach and plucks up a cup of cold tea from his nightstand for a sip.