Yussa does not try to stop Caleb leaving, but he does tip his head into the kiss as the other man's lips brush his cheek.
"I would like it if you did," he says warmly. "I should like to feel this good again."
He reaches up with his free hand to gently catch Caleb's chin, holding him still for a proper kiss, the taste of sweet spices lingering on his lips. His thumb brushes over Caleb's beard before he lets go again. He does feel briefly guilty that he's sending Caleb back downstairs in only his smalls, but. He'll at least enjoy the view as he leaves.
"Good night, Caleb."
He could escort Caleb down, but he's worn out and if he goes down, he may not come back up, and he would prefer not to sleep on the couch in his own house. Still, he lingers by the edge of his bed until the young man is gone, then sighs and sinks onto it. Gods, he doesn't suspect he will regret this but he will certainly feel it in the morning.
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"I would like it if you did," he says warmly. "I should like to feel this good again."
He reaches up with his free hand to gently catch Caleb's chin, holding him still for a proper kiss, the taste of sweet spices lingering on his lips. His thumb brushes over Caleb's beard before he lets go again. He does feel briefly guilty that he's sending Caleb back downstairs in only his smalls, but. He'll at least enjoy the view as he leaves.
"Good night, Caleb."
He could escort Caleb down, but he's worn out and if he goes down, he may not come back up, and he would prefer not to sleep on the couch in his own house. Still, he lingers by the edge of his bed until the young man is gone, then sighs and sinks onto it. Gods, he doesn't suspect he will regret this but he will certainly feel it in the morning.