His hand slips to grip Caleb's arm, holding tight as his lover fucks him with long, hard thrusts. His other arm hooks around the younger man's shoulders, clinging to him as their bodies press close.

For a moment, Yussa's world narrows to just the space between them: their heavy breathing, the ease that familiarity brings as they move to meet each other, trying to get closer, deeper, more. Irrationally, he wants to berate Caleb for bolting off to fight an unknown danger on the horizon, for putting himself again between an impending doom and the rest of the world. But the words never escape, pushed back by a heavy moan as Caleb moves just right. Yussa shudders beneath him and manages to plant his foot against the bed, attempting to adjust the angle of his hips with Caleb's next firm thrust.

"Caleb--" His voice is tight and he can't finish the plea he starts. Perhaps he will be grateful for that later. His hand flicks behind Caleb's back and the pale lights in the room become a few degrees brighter, allowing them to see each other a bit better, close as they are.