As ever, Caleb is quick to follow Yussa's instructions. He sits as directed and waits patiently while the other man picks through his jewelry and selects several elegant pieces. They are just the finishing touch needed. Caleb's breath catches in his chest when Yussa turns toward him, faced with the full effect of every part of his ensemble pulled together.
"You are going to be taking my breath away all evening," he murmurs as his eyes slip closed, leaving himself entirely in Yussa's hands. He laces his fingers together between his knees so that he can fidget without obstructing anything.
As soon as the brush touches his face, it feels like a spell is being cast. Allowing his lover to paint on his skin is an entirely novel intimacy. He can feel how steady Yussa's hand is, the confidence with which he moves the brush. It was captivating to watch, and entrancing in a different way to experience. He dares not speak, or even breathe too deeply, lest a line go awry.
His curiosity about what he will look like will be satisfied soon enough. For now, he tries to appreciate the process.
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"You are going to be taking my breath away all evening," he murmurs as his eyes slip closed, leaving himself entirely in Yussa's hands. He laces his fingers together between his knees so that he can fidget without obstructing anything.
As soon as the brush touches his face, it feels like a spell is being cast. Allowing his lover to paint on his skin is an entirely novel intimacy. He can feel how steady Yussa's hand is, the confidence with which he moves the brush. It was captivating to watch, and entrancing in a different way to experience. He dares not speak, or even breathe too deeply, lest a line go awry.
His curiosity about what he will look like will be satisfied soon enough. For now, he tries to appreciate the process.