Yussa breaths a soft sigh of his own as Caleb's hand slides up his thigh and he leans in for a harder kiss. There, the door is open. He reaches up to press his hand to Caleb's cheek to offer both comfort and encouragement. He wants to be certain that there is no question here, no possibility for Caleb to mistake his interest.
While Caleb has divested himself of layers, Yussa has not: he is dressed to entertain.
"This may take some effort on your part," he quips, barely pulling away even to say that much. He is still draped in layers of gold and blue, and while Caleb has only undressed him once, Yussa is quite certain he recalls just how layered he can be.
"Do you need my assistance, Caleb Widogast?" There's a smile in his voice and Yussa eases back just a bit more, enough that he can see Caleb's face clearly. There are probably better places to do this, but Yussa does not want to leave this space and risk being dragged into any other socializing or crisis. For now, they can be here and have a bubble of time just for themselves.
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While Caleb has divested himself of layers, Yussa has not: he is dressed to entertain.
"This may take some effort on your part," he quips, barely pulling away even to say that much. He is still draped in layers of gold and blue, and while Caleb has only undressed him once, Yussa is quite certain he recalls just how layered he can be.
"Do you need my assistance, Caleb Widogast?" There's a smile in his voice and Yussa eases back just a bit more, enough that he can see Caleb's face clearly. There are probably better places to do this, but Yussa does not want to leave this space and risk being dragged into any other socializing or crisis. For now, they can be here and have a bubble of time just for themselves.