A blush spreads across his cheeks and chest as Caleb ruts against him. It feels like a dream, a vivid one, and he hasn't had a dream like this in a very, very long time. With the pillow beneath his hips, the pressure and friction are more targeted and Yussa can feel damp fabric dragging against his cunt before Caleb stops and pulls back. And then that last barrier is gone, leaving him exposed. He tries to imagine the look on Caleb's face, once again calling on memory.

Unable to see and unwilling to wake, the first touch is a surprise. Gentle fingers spreading him open, drawing his attention to just how wet he is as they tease against his entrance without offering the satisfaction of penetration. One of the best parts of this, he thinks, is how loose Caleb is with his words, how easily he offers them. Yussa is quite glad he might be able to remember all of this.

His mind clouds briefly when he feels Caleb's breath against his thigh, followed quickly by soft lips and sharper nips. Yussa feels another little rush of wetness the moment Caleb's lips close around his clit. Muscles twitch and tremble subtly, easy to miss were Caleb not so close to him. Yussa holds on to his trance: he has more control than this, far more, and he will not leave it until he is ready. But this is a test of concentration he hadn't quite anticipated when so often trancing is the opposite of that. He tries to let the feelings ebb and flow the same way he would thoughts, even when he can feel the brief clench of muscles deeper inside him, wanting something that isn't there.

The archmage's breathing comes quicker, though it remains relatively even while Caleb's mouth does its wicked work.