The tenderness Caleb offers as he cradles Yussa close is sweet. The archmage closes his eyes and tips his head, leaving more of his neck exposed to Caleb's wandering kisses as warm lips trace over delicate skin.

Even if he's given permission - and encouraged - a bit of rough use, Yussa is still surprised when Caleb turns him and drags him close again. It doesn't hurt that he's nearly a foot shorter than the other man. He rocks back against Caleb when he feels the firm pressure of his cock against his ass. How can he not get a thrill from that when he can feel how much this man wants him?

Yussa reaches back to brush his hand over Caleb's cheek and his hair, not really attempting to hold onto him but wanting to touch him. He slides his leg back over Caleb's thigh, trying to open himself up more, to make it easier for his lover to get to his cunt when he decides he wants it.