Yussa looks back at Caleb, admiring him in the warm glow. The color of his hair is deep and vivid in this light, his pale skin a softer contrast. He's still caught in his admiration when Caleb comes to him and gathers him up. Yussa leans up onto the balls of his feet as the other man's hands hold him at his back and his hip. Gods, he should not want Caleb as much as he does - especially not after being so thoroughly satisfied a few times over tonight. But he does. And the kiss is so much more than an embrace, he knows. He tries to give back as much as he can in the same manner.

He presses as close as he can, thrilled by the places their bodies touch. He can feel Caleb's warm, bare skin against his and he longs to spend the rest of the night this way, even if it is just laying quietly in his bed with Caleb Widogast holding him.

When the kiss breaks, Yussa stays as he is. Keeping his heels off the floor means compromising his balance a bit, but he trusts Caleb won't let him wobble. He looks up at the other man, golden eyes dark and warm as he meets Caleb's gaze. Delicate fingers stroke gently along his lover's cheek and he leans close for another kiss.