Very agreeable, Caleb's arm grows tighter around Yussa the closer he gets, keeping him there as they kiss. Already he wants more, wants to feel him splayed over his lap, his weight settled over his groin. But Yussa doesn't quite get there before the kiss stops again quite suddenly. Caleb nearly groans in frustrated disappointment.

"Nein, no," he breathes urgently, eyes sliding open and growing darker as heat builds under his skin. "We have covered the important things."

Boldly, his hand slides down Yussa's back to cup his ass. Caleb's head tilts and his mouth wanders away from Yussa's for just long enough to tease his earlobe with his tongue, then a light scrape of teeth.

"Though I should ask what you are up for tonight," he concedes. Long, gracefully tapered arcanist's fingers follow the curve of his ass down until they can dip between his legs and rub lightly over his cunt through his dark trousers. "Are you sore from yesterday at all?"