Caleb makes a contented rumble of a noise as Yussa rubs lightly at his beard. If he were feline rather than human, it would be a purr. He noses into his hand to kiss his fingers, then his palm, then his delicate wrist. Yussa must have dabbed some of his favorite perfumed oil there, because he can smell orange blossom and spice strongly. His cock twitches between them in response. It's a particular combination of scents that his body has made certain associations with--rather like spoken Elvish never fails to make him horny. He blames Yussa entirely.

Both hands slide down his back to cup his ass, dragging his slighter body close so Caleb can rub his cock against his stomach as it perks up while he takes his lips in a hot but unhurried kiss. His tongue fills Yussa's mouth and draws Yussa's into his, a lazy exchange back and forth.

Still kissing, Caleb rolls to press Yussa onto his back beneath him. He covers his body, warm and solid, and slots neatly between his legs. The grinding and kissing continues this way until Caleb draws back enough to murmur, "Tell me what you want from me tonight, schatz."