Just as he had last night, Caleb feels oddly elated by the seemingly simple ability to lift Yussa up and hold him this way. Though he knows it is only possible for him due to Yussa's stature, that makes it no less exciting. As the archmage's thighs spread Caleb fills the space between them, satisfied only when the curve of his ass meets his lap.

"There are few things that do not get a rise out of me when it comes to you." Caleb's voice is a low rumble, and he plucks another kiss from Yussa's lips as he grinds against him, still with the robe between. "You knew what you were bringing with you. You wanted to show me these things, ja?"

It is so much easier to let his mouth graze over his chest like this. He doesn't have to bend nearly so far to scatter hungry kisses over the soft swell of Yussa's breasts where his top pushes them up.