Though his cock remains very interested, Caleb relaxes as Yussa does, enjoying his light, aimless touch even when it wanders over his scarred forearms. Caleb holds him with both arms draped loosely over his middle, and his lips occasionally find warm skin to kiss between his ear and his neck. By his count, they take more than two minutes just to rest and exist together.

The jolt that goes through his body when those delicate fingers skim the base of his cock makes him gasp again, arms tightening for a moment around the other wizard's waist. His hips lift enough to move inside him, then drop back to the bed again a moment later as Caleb groans. The friction feels good, and he wants to pursue that spark, but his muscles are sore.

"We need to move again," he murmurs. "Probably not as smoothly this time. I think you will have to slide off first."