It's amazing what one word from Yussa can do for his self-esteem. Spoken softly against his ear, it shivers down his spine and settles warm in his belly. All he'd done is cast a rudimentary spell for what is to him an obvious solution, but when Yussa praises him for it, it feels like he's made the arcane discovery of the century.

Obligingly, the cool spectral fingers of his mage hand press deeper into Yussa's body, curling and then withdrawing and pressing in again to set a slow but firm pace. Caleb directs it with a thought, and continues to put his own fingers to use elsewhere. He has no intention of stopping.

His head turns to seek out Yussa's lips for a more direct kiss, but he moves according to the other man's rhythm. He's gotten very good at that. It helps that he loves every bit of it, stroking and caressing where he's most sensitive, feeling the way it effects him, chasing Yussa's pleasure along with him.