Caleb tries not to melt after that first kiss, but it is difficult to resist. He manages to at least nod in earnest understanding as Yussa continues speaking, absorbing and remembering his words. When it seems a verbal response is required of him to ensure he understands and knows he is expected to say something if his comfort is encroached on, he murmurs, "I am not here to be hurt. If my boundaries are being pushed, I will tell you."
He thinks perhaps that will be all, because Yussa kisses him again, and Caleb allows himself to lean into it fully this time, sliding his arm down from the back of the couch to curl behind Yussa's back--but he pulls away again with a sigh that Caleb feels in his bones. Gods, he wants him. But that can wait, because Caleb wants to know Yussa's own limits as well. Gently, his hand rubs up and down in short motions against the small of the elven wizard's back as he explains.
That Yussa encourages rough handling ignites Caleb's interest in a way he hadn't expected it to. He's never had a lover so much smaller than him, and he hadn't imagined it would appeal to him particularly. Apparently he was wrong about that. Last night, having to stretch Yussa open so thoroughly for his cock was incredibly arousing. Caleb is average at best for a human man, but to Yussa he is big, and there is something undeniably appealing in that. It makes him feel just a little more special, a little more capable of giving Yussa what he wants. But pain is something he is very much not interested in inflicting, and he nods gratefully, glad that they are on the same page there.
While incorrect, that Yussa thinks it is possible he might only be interested in his ability to take control is understandable, given what Caleb has outlined so far. But he shakes his head at once when he voices the idea that seeing him on days that he does not feel up to that might be a disappointment. That could not be further from the truth.
"No, no," he assures quickly, "I certainly do not expect that from you every time we meet. I understand that it can be exhausting, especially if you are already tired. I would be happy to see you even without that dynamic in play." Lifting his hand to Yussa's face and brushing his thumb lightly along his cheekbone in an exceptionally tender gesture, Caleb offers a soft smile. "For example, I am enjoying your company now quite a lot."
Yussa had complained of his last-minute meeting draining his energy; Caleb sees no reason to make him do anything tonight except relax and feel good.
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He thinks perhaps that will be all, because Yussa kisses him again, and Caleb allows himself to lean into it fully this time, sliding his arm down from the back of the couch to curl behind Yussa's back--but he pulls away again with a sigh that Caleb feels in his bones. Gods, he wants him. But that can wait, because Caleb wants to know Yussa's own limits as well. Gently, his hand rubs up and down in short motions against the small of the elven wizard's back as he explains.
That Yussa encourages rough handling ignites Caleb's interest in a way he hadn't expected it to. He's never had a lover so much smaller than him, and he hadn't imagined it would appeal to him particularly. Apparently he was wrong about that. Last night, having to stretch Yussa open so thoroughly for his cock was incredibly arousing. Caleb is average at best for a human man, but to Yussa he is big, and there is something undeniably appealing in that. It makes him feel just a little more special, a little more capable of giving Yussa what he wants. But pain is something he is very much not interested in inflicting, and he nods gratefully, glad that they are on the same page there.
While incorrect, that Yussa thinks it is possible he might only be interested in his ability to take control is understandable, given what Caleb has outlined so far. But he shakes his head at once when he voices the idea that seeing him on days that he does not feel up to that might be a disappointment. That could not be further from the truth.
"No, no," he assures quickly, "I certainly do not expect that from you every time we meet. I understand that it can be exhausting, especially if you are already tired. I would be happy to see you even without that dynamic in play." Lifting his hand to Yussa's face and brushing his thumb lightly along his cheekbone in an exceptionally tender gesture, Caleb offers a soft smile. "For example, I am enjoying your company now quite a lot."
Yussa had complained of his last-minute meeting draining his energy; Caleb sees no reason to make him do anything tonight except relax and feel good.