Yussa shifts so that it's easier for Caleb to slide out from beneath him. That allows him the chance to reposition himself, getting more comfortable against the pillows rather than having his back up against the headboard. By the time he's settled again, he can feel Caleb's breath against his thigh. The archmage sighs as his lover begins with a slow lick.

As Caleb tends to him, Yussa relaxes and drapes his leg over the younger man's shoulder, lazily keeping him in place. His calf tenses like he wants to draw Caleb closer as his tongue licks past his entrance. He should have anticipated that Caleb would find a way to tease him, but he does not chide him for it. It wouldn't be right to reprimand him when he is doing exactly what Yussa has told him to do. His hips move, subtle and lazy, to meet the slide of Caleb's tongue. He rides the gentle pleasure of it as he tries to avoid getting too worked up.

One hand rests on Caleb's head, absently petting his hair back.