A soft hum, the sound of a door. Caleb exhales. He knows what an invitation sounds like.
He travels up the stairs with an effort put toward being quiet, as though Yussa really might be asleep. As he suspected, the door to Yussa's bedroom is slightly ajar. He pushes it open just enough for him to slip in and closes it behind him.
This room, too is awash in moonlight, cut through with the lattice's shadow. But there are a few other magelights glowing as well, which he assumes must be for his benefit. He knows Yussa doesn't sleep with them on. The man himself looks comfortable on his back in the middle of his bed, an arm draped across his middle. A long white nightgown that Caleb knows will be soft to the touch covers his warm brown skin, except where the buttons have been undone over his throat and down his chest. He is resting, but it is impossible to tell from here whether that means trancing or (feigned) sleep.
Tempting as it is to go to him at once, Caleb stops by the foot of the bed and begins to undress himself first. He makes no sound but the rustle of fabric or the occasional metallic scrape of a buckle releasing, muting himself for Yussa's sake, for the sake of this game. He strips all the way down to his smallclothes, which he doesn't intend to keep on for long either.
The scene before him, his lover dozing peacefully in the moonlight, is so idyllic that for a moment Caleb seriously considers abandoning his plans to instead curl up close to Yussa and join him in sleep. But he has set an expectation now, and Yussa's soft, relaxed state is appealing in other ways also.
Caleb merely sits on the edge of the bed at first. He is turned toward Yussa, but not quite touching him, a leg folded on the bed and the other foot still touching the floor. "Thank you for letting me in," he murmurs, voice almost quieter than when he'd Messaged. He doesn't expect a response. "Sorry about last time. I have been thinking about you since. Wanting to come back to make it up to you."
He touches the inside of Yussa's knee, a brush of fingertips where the hem of his long nightgown has slid up to pool there.
"I suppose you do not need to be awake for that. I would not wish to disturb you, after all."
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He travels up the stairs with an effort put toward being quiet, as though Yussa really might be asleep. As he suspected, the door to Yussa's bedroom is slightly ajar. He pushes it open just enough for him to slip in and closes it behind him.
This room, too is awash in moonlight, cut through with the lattice's shadow. But there are a few other magelights glowing as well, which he assumes must be for his benefit. He knows Yussa doesn't sleep with them on. The man himself looks comfortable on his back in the middle of his bed, an arm draped across his middle. A long white nightgown that Caleb knows will be soft to the touch covers his warm brown skin, except where the buttons have been undone over his throat and down his chest. He is resting, but it is impossible to tell from here whether that means trancing or (feigned) sleep.
Tempting as it is to go to him at once, Caleb stops by the foot of the bed and begins to undress himself first. He makes no sound but the rustle of fabric or the occasional metallic scrape of a buckle releasing, muting himself for Yussa's sake, for the sake of this game. He strips all the way down to his smallclothes, which he doesn't intend to keep on for long either.
The scene before him, his lover dozing peacefully in the moonlight, is so idyllic that for a moment Caleb seriously considers abandoning his plans to instead curl up close to Yussa and join him in sleep. But he has set an expectation now, and Yussa's soft, relaxed state is appealing in other ways also.
Caleb merely sits on the edge of the bed at first. He is turned toward Yussa, but not quite touching him, a leg folded on the bed and the other foot still touching the floor. "Thank you for letting me in," he murmurs, voice almost quieter than when he'd Messaged. He doesn't expect a response. "Sorry about last time. I have been thinking about you since. Wanting to come back to make it up to you."
He touches the inside of Yussa's knee, a brush of fingertips where the hem of his long nightgown has slid up to pool there.
"I suppose you do not need to be awake for that. I would not wish to disturb you, after all."