Oh, that's a tone that stirs something in him even now. If Yussa wants Caleb in him again sooner rather than later, all he has to do is continue referring to how demanding he can be in that silky husk. (Demanding enough for a dozen hardy partners? He could believe it. He's heard at least a couple stories from Yussa's youth by now.)
Caleb's gaze lingers on his smirk for a long moment, a reverie interrupted when the other man moves closer to him. He'd deliberately put a little distance between them, and Yussa is deliberately crossing that distance. At last, Caleb feels himself beginning to relax. Yussa clearly doesn't want him gone. He can salvage this.
Now he knows it is welcome, he reaches for his lover, slipping an arm around his waist to draw him in. He doesn't hold tightly, but his touch is less hesitant. He notes Yussa looking him over with a critical eye. While he could joke about him appreciating his figure, the reason for it is obvious considering the way they'd last parted.
"No lasting injuries," he confirms. Indeed, his scars are all familiar ones. Any damage he'd sustained in his own body was healed promptly that day. "I, ah...spent most of the fight as a dragon, so." He gives a half shrug, only the lively flash of his eyes and the hint of a proud smile confirming that his modesty is entirely for show. He knows exactly how impressive that is. It is ninth-level transmutation, the kind of spell so complex only a true master of the art might understand it, let alone cast it.
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Caleb's gaze lingers on his smirk for a long moment, a reverie interrupted when the other man moves closer to him. He'd deliberately put a little distance between them, and Yussa is deliberately crossing that distance. At last, Caleb feels himself beginning to relax. Yussa clearly doesn't want him gone. He can salvage this.
Now he knows it is welcome, he reaches for his lover, slipping an arm around his waist to draw him in. He doesn't hold tightly, but his touch is less hesitant. He notes Yussa looking him over with a critical eye. While he could joke about him appreciating his figure, the reason for it is obvious considering the way they'd last parted.
"No lasting injuries," he confirms. Indeed, his scars are all familiar ones. Any damage he'd sustained in his own body was healed promptly that day. "I, ah...spent most of the fight as a dragon, so." He gives a half shrug, only the lively flash of his eyes and the hint of a proud smile confirming that his modesty is entirely for show. He knows exactly how impressive that is. It is ninth-level transmutation, the kind of spell so complex only a true master of the art might understand it, let alone cast it.