Yussa looks utterly sated by the time Caleb lifts his head. Though that certainly got his blood racing again, Caleb's skill in application and measured pacing means Yussa doesn't have to work too hard to catch his breath.

He tips his head to meet the kiss. This was a dangerous way to start their morning: he could stay here for the rest of the day. It's been a little while since they were truly able to catch up.

The archmage laughs quietly as Caleb speaks.

"Good," he says, voice warm and smooth. Yussa gives Caleb another light kiss. "Help me up, help me dress. Truly, this time."