That Caleb is beginning to feel like he might fall asleep is a strong indicator that he should get up and get going right now. He can't stop thinking about I haven't felt this good in years and probably won't for at least the next month. But all good things must come to an end, and he forces himself to start getting ready to go as soon as Yussa leaves the bed, parting from him with the casual affection Caleb's been enjoying so much.
Eyes slipping open, Caleb watches him cross the room. He's so lovely, and if Caleb were not so exhausted already, he knows he would find the shape of his petite body in that slip of a robe a major turn on; as it is, he is mostly very endeared by how unsteady he is on his feet.
"Danke," Caleb mutters when he returns, picking up the warm, damp towel from his stomach to give himself a rudimentary wipe down that will tide him over until he can get in the shower at home. Sitting up, then forcing himself to stand, he finds his discarded smalls on the floor by the bed and steps back into them. The rest of his clothing is downstairs scattered around the couch.
Well, now is the time. That Yussa is drinking clearly hours old tea makes his lips twitch fondly, and it is with that lingering warmth that he says, "Thank you for tonight. I should get home, but I...I really cannot say how much I have enjoyed myself. It would be embarrassing if I tried." His eyes are filled with gentle humor. Yussa's positive assessment of him makes him daring enough to step close and lean down to kiss his cheek as a warm palm covers his hip. The fabric of his robe feels like water, smooth and cool.
But most daring of all is when he draws back and wonders tentatively, "May I, ah...Would it be okay if I left my phone number with you?" His brow furrows slightly and a little heat returns to his face.
It isn't often that Caleb deliberately puts himself in a position to be rejected outright rather than just tacitly, but this is worth the risk. If Yussa would prefer this to be a one time thing, that is perfectly fine. But Caleb is already a little desperate to see him again, and he must make that interest clear for there to be any chance of it happening.
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Eyes slipping open, Caleb watches him cross the room. He's so lovely, and if Caleb were not so exhausted already, he knows he would find the shape of his petite body in that slip of a robe a major turn on; as it is, he is mostly very endeared by how unsteady he is on his feet.
"Danke," Caleb mutters when he returns, picking up the warm, damp towel from his stomach to give himself a rudimentary wipe down that will tide him over until he can get in the shower at home. Sitting up, then forcing himself to stand, he finds his discarded smalls on the floor by the bed and steps back into them. The rest of his clothing is downstairs scattered around the couch.
Well, now is the time. That Yussa is drinking clearly hours old tea makes his lips twitch fondly, and it is with that lingering warmth that he says, "Thank you for tonight. I should get home, but I...I really cannot say how much I have enjoyed myself. It would be embarrassing if I tried." His eyes are filled with gentle humor. Yussa's positive assessment of him makes him daring enough to step close and lean down to kiss his cheek as a warm palm covers his hip. The fabric of his robe feels like water, smooth and cool.
But most daring of all is when he draws back and wonders tentatively, "May I, ah...Would it be okay if I left my phone number with you?" His brow furrows slightly and a little heat returns to his face.
It isn't often that Caleb deliberately puts himself in a position to be rejected outright rather than just tacitly, but this is worth the risk. If Yussa would prefer this to be a one time thing, that is perfectly fine. But Caleb is already a little desperate to see him again, and he must make that interest clear for there to be any chance of it happening.