It really is remarkably easy, even for Caleb, to draw a boundary between the two of them sharing this moment and the rest of the world. It is a blessing to be able to think of nothing but the man in his arms, even for a time. There is true tenderness here, affection beyond what they might be willing or able to acknowledge outside the privacy of their time together. But Caleb feels it, and he doesn't want to let it go.

For now, Caleb's world is Yussa's weight on his body, the warmth of his skin everywhere they touch, the soft, trailing touch of his hand, the gentle care in his kiss. He is happy here. He is content and sated here. He feels wanted and cared for here. What could be better?

When the other man finds a comfortable place to rest against his shoulder, Caleb continues to hold him, though he does have to let go with one hand for just long enough to pull the blankets back up over them both. But that arm wraps around Yussa again after, and the hand holding his never moves at all. Caleb breathes in deeply and lets it out slowly, then does the same thing again, this time nuzzling into Yussa's attractively disheveled hair. The scent of him is both familiar and intoxicating.

"You are very good at that," he notes aloud at last. Though he is speaking quietly, his voice is still a low rumble from his chest. He is smiling faintly. "I should have asked."