Even with his head in the clouds and his body exhausted from the physical exertion of fucking Yussa the way he had, Caleb still tilts his head to catch the elven wizard's lips in a grateful kiss.
Gods, if this is night two, he is very much looking forward to what they will be able to do to each other in the future. The connection both tonight and last night has been unparalleled. Who is this man? And how is he so perfectly Caleb's match?
He breathes a heavy, happy sigh as Yussa's lovely fingers comb through his hair, as soft lips press against his temple. Their sexual compatibility would be remarkable enough. But that Yussa is also gentle with him, unafraid to show affection to a man who has been in his bed twice and his classroom once, is what really seals it. One thing Caleb has learned from past trysts is that he is happiest when it feels like something genuine. Sex for its own sake is fine, but he is always seeking a deeper connection, and is never quite satisfied unless he finds it.
Just as he had last night, he knows that he should depart before his presence becomes superfluous. But they are both still basking in the afterglow, and Yussa seems inclined to indulge in that with him for at least a little while longer.
He doesn't need to move much to ease the pillow out from beneath Yussa's hips, letting him lay flat on the bed. Caleb remains mostly on top of him still, though he at least swings a leg over one of Yussa's so that he can shift easily to rest most of his weight on the bed rather than on his smaller lover when Yussa does decide that he's become too much. But Caleb knows how nice it can be, how relaxing even, to be covered for a little while by a bigger, heavier body.
Though he knows he could fall asleep here, Caleb makes an effort to keep his mind alert in order to avoid that. He consciously traces runes over Yussa's skin as his hand rubs soothingly back and forth along his side, and he counts Yussa's breaths rather than the ticking seconds, unconsciously matching his own to the same rhythm as he does.
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Gods, if this is night two, he is very much looking forward to what they will be able to do to each other in the future. The connection both tonight and last night has been unparalleled. Who is this man? And how is he so perfectly Caleb's match?
He breathes a heavy, happy sigh as Yussa's lovely fingers comb through his hair, as soft lips press against his temple. Their sexual compatibility would be remarkable enough. But that Yussa is also gentle with him, unafraid to show affection to a man who has been in his bed twice and his classroom once, is what really seals it. One thing Caleb has learned from past trysts is that he is happiest when it feels like something genuine. Sex for its own sake is fine, but he is always seeking a deeper connection, and is never quite satisfied unless he finds it.
Just as he had last night, he knows that he should depart before his presence becomes superfluous. But they are both still basking in the afterglow, and Yussa seems inclined to indulge in that with him for at least a little while longer.
He doesn't need to move much to ease the pillow out from beneath Yussa's hips, letting him lay flat on the bed. Caleb remains mostly on top of him still, though he at least swings a leg over one of Yussa's so that he can shift easily to rest most of his weight on the bed rather than on his smaller lover when Yussa does decide that he's become too much. But Caleb knows how nice it can be, how relaxing even, to be covered for a little while by a bigger, heavier body.
Though he knows he could fall asleep here, Caleb makes an effort to keep his mind alert in order to avoid that. He consciously traces runes over Yussa's skin as his hand rubs soothingly back and forth along his side, and he counts Yussa's breaths rather than the ticking seconds, unconsciously matching his own to the same rhythm as he does.