The rumble in Caleb's voice brings a smile to Yussa's face, lost only briefly beneath a kiss before Caleb's mouth moves lower. He's known Caleb long enough - and heard enough filthy promises in Zemnian - that he catches most of it.

Yussa lays back against the pillows as Caleb's mouth explores lower. And then his head disappears beneath the blanket in a way that might make Yussa laugh if the disappearance wasn't so quickly followed by his lover's warm mouth draws on a firm nipple, still stiff from the cold and now arousal. He runs his fingers through Caleb's hair as the other holds on to the younger man's shoulder, seeking the contact and resisting the urge to guide or push - he wants the indulgence Caleb offers, and there is no need at all to rush.

He lifts his hips in a subtle shift as Caleb's hand slides between his thighs, offering tempting pressure. He's certainly warm there. Yussa bends one leg higher, planting his foot on the bed and lifting the blanket slightly so that Caleb will not be entirely smothered.