Yussa cannot recall a time in his life that anyone might have thought of him as sweet, but delicious? Especially coming from Caleb, he thinks he likes that very much.
Elegant fingers linger on the ties of the camisole as his lover drinks him in, looks at him like he has no intention of making it out of this room. It's a heady feeling to have that attention and, ultimately, that power, in such an intimate setting. He is used to commanding those things while fully dressed and in rooms full of people, when necessary.
The plain, direct way Caleb states his desire gives Yussa a rush of arousal. Hm.
"Find me more things to wear, Master Widogast," he says lightly. "And perhaps I will let you before we set out for the day."
There's a matter of a shirt yet, perhaps a vest or more decorative stays, and high stockings to keep his legs warm. There are no less than half a dozen pairs of the latter, many of them wool and most of them embroidered or knit with patterns.
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Elegant fingers linger on the ties of the camisole as his lover drinks him in, looks at him like he has no intention of making it out of this room. It's a heady feeling to have that attention and, ultimately, that power, in such an intimate setting. He is used to commanding those things while fully dressed and in rooms full of people, when necessary.
The plain, direct way Caleb states his desire gives Yussa a rush of arousal. Hm.
"Find me more things to wear, Master Widogast," he says lightly. "And perhaps I will let you before we set out for the day."
There's a matter of a shirt yet, perhaps a vest or more decorative stays, and high stockings to keep his legs warm. There are no less than half a dozen pairs of the latter, many of them wool and most of them embroidered or knit with patterns.