If he had any inclination to move elsewhere, he loses it the moment Yussa draws his cock free. His fingers are still wet. Caleb licks his lips, shaking his head. "No."
He feels like he has been put into a trance. Yussa settles over his lap, surprisingly graceful for all that he has just been willingly subjected to, and touches his face with gentle insistence. His fingers push into his hair, fond and familiar. Caleb's hands both rest at the small of his back, keeping him close, but allowing him to move freely, and he looks at his dear friend with nothing short of wonder.
Mindful of how his words have already gotten away from him tonight, Caleb opts to say nothing aloud, and kisses him instead. In a kiss he can say all he would have aloud without admitting to any of it. He surrenders to how stricken he is with love for this man, yet even his helpless hunger retains a veneer of plausible deniability. A thin one, yes, but at least he isn't offering to stay like the lovesick fool upstairs.
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He feels like he has been put into a trance. Yussa settles over his lap, surprisingly graceful for all that he has just been willingly subjected to, and touches his face with gentle insistence. His fingers push into his hair, fond and familiar. Caleb's hands both rest at the small of his back, keeping him close, but allowing him to move freely, and he looks at his dear friend with nothing short of wonder.
Mindful of how his words have already gotten away from him tonight, Caleb opts to say nothing aloud, and kisses him instead. In a kiss he can say all he would have aloud without admitting to any of it. He surrenders to how stricken he is with love for this man, yet even his helpless hunger retains a veneer of plausible deniability. A thin one, yes, but at least he isn't offering to stay like the lovesick fool upstairs.