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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-17 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Caleb hums, positive but non-comittal. Perhaps not only, but this is rare. This sort of submission comes naturally to him, but it is something he must guard closely, something he cannot entrust to just anyone. Tonight Yussa has wielded the power Caleb willingly handed him not only respectfully and enjoyably, but expertly. So well that Caleb would be willing to offer him even more. Finding this, finding Yussa, feels like a one-in-a-million chance.

"I wanted to tend to your needs," he says, echoing his own earlier words, low, quiet, and warm. "But you are an incredible man. I could not help wanting to be good for you. To give you everything you might desire."

He's rolled his still unsteady limbs less than gracefully onto the bed, laying on his side close enough to Yussa that their legs still tangle and he can easily lean over him to capture his lips in a lazy kiss, unable to resist the pull of that beautiful, relaxed grin. Yussa is radiant like this, soft and loose and well-fucked and happy, content to be dripping Caleb's come onto the bedsheets. He did that. He did that. The pleasure and relief and momentary peace of mind that brings him is absolutely priceless.

Caleb's hair, slightly mussed again, sticks to his skin too, flushed and hot, but gradually cooling. His muscles are going to be sore tomorrow, but he likes that. It will be like carrying this night with him, lingering in this warm feeling a little longer.

When his lips leave Yussa's and he collapses against the bed again, he smiles, wide and honest.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-17 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
That Caleb is beginning to feel like he might fall asleep is a strong indicator that he should get up and get going right now. He can't stop thinking about I haven't felt this good in years and probably won't for at least the next month. But all good things must come to an end, and he forces himself to start getting ready to go as soon as Yussa leaves the bed, parting from him with the casual affection Caleb's been enjoying so much.

Eyes slipping open, Caleb watches him cross the room. He's so lovely, and if Caleb were not so exhausted already, he knows he would find the shape of his petite body in that slip of a robe a major turn on; as it is, he is mostly very endeared by how unsteady he is on his feet.

"Danke," Caleb mutters when he returns, picking up the warm, damp towel from his stomach to give himself a rudimentary wipe down that will tide him over until he can get in the shower at home. Sitting up, then forcing himself to stand, he finds his discarded smalls on the floor by the bed and steps back into them. The rest of his clothing is downstairs scattered around the couch.

Well, now is the time. That Yussa is drinking clearly hours old tea makes his lips twitch fondly, and it is with that lingering warmth that he says, "Thank you for tonight. I should get home, but I...I really cannot say how much I have enjoyed myself. It would be embarrassing if I tried." His eyes are filled with gentle humor. Yussa's positive assessment of him makes him daring enough to step close and lean down to kiss his cheek as a warm palm covers his hip. The fabric of his robe feels like water, smooth and cool.

But most daring of all is when he draws back and wonders tentatively, "May I, ah...Would it be okay if I left my phone number with you?" His brow furrows slightly and a little heat returns to his face.

It isn't often that Caleb deliberately puts himself in a position to be rejected outright rather than just tacitly, but this is worth the risk. If Yussa would prefer this to be a one time thing, that is perfectly fine. But Caleb is already a little desperate to see him again, and he must make that interest clear for there to be any chance of it happening.