There are few things he loves more than having Yussa's attention. But there is freedom in this, a lack of expectation that calms Caleb as much as it arouses him. Here is his lover at rest, safe and trusting and beautiful. To be able to touch and pleasure him the way he wants to, with no pressure outside of his own mind, is relaxing. Uncomplicated. Exactly what he needs after suddenly taking on the weight of saving an unknowing world from a terrible destruction yet again.

His fingers crook, parting his folds and rubbing again over his entrance. This time, the middle one curls and pushes slowly inside, gently spreading hot, wet walls.

Caleb continues to count his own breaths as the rhythm of Yussa's gradually changes. He shifts on the bed, exceedingly careful not to jostle his elven companion, so that he can lean over him more easily. After another kiss to his brow, he presses one to the corner of his lips, and then finally full on the mouth. His finger strokes deeper as his tongue eases past pliant lips, tasting and exploring without demand.