Yussa continues to defer to him, and it continues to make Caleb's pulse race with excitement. Already starting to shuck his trousers again, he nods toward the chaise.
"Kneel there toward the middle, bitte."
His echo doesn't need to spend time disrobing; with a thought, Caleb's greyscale double is bare, clothing melting away to disperse back into the ether. For his part, Caleb leaves trousers and smalls on the floor, and slides onto the chaise to join Yussa. Kneeling as well, he crowds up behind him, wrapping a pale, lean arm around his middle and kissing playfully from shoulder to neck. Against the curve of his ass, Caleb's other hand gives his cock a few quick strokes with a newly slick palm. In these circumstances, prestidigitation will do.
"It may be worthwhile to start leaving oil down here, hmm?" he suggests in a low rumble, smiling as he kisses the shell of a pointed ear. Considering how frequently they've wound up in this room, he might be only half teasing.
The chaise cushion dips as his echo joins them--that the spell denotes physical mass when summoned it for this purpose is interesting--and takes his place at Yussa's front. Knowing what Caleb intends, his shadowy hands cover the elf's hips, bracing, and he looks down into his--their?--lover's face with a warmth and recognition that belies the coolness of his touch.
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"Kneel there toward the middle, bitte."
His echo doesn't need to spend time disrobing; with a thought, Caleb's greyscale double is bare, clothing melting away to disperse back into the ether. For his part, Caleb leaves trousers and smalls on the floor, and slides onto the chaise to join Yussa. Kneeling as well, he crowds up behind him, wrapping a pale, lean arm around his middle and kissing playfully from shoulder to neck. Against the curve of his ass, Caleb's other hand gives his cock a few quick strokes with a newly slick palm. In these circumstances, prestidigitation will do.
"It may be worthwhile to start leaving oil down here, hmm?" he suggests in a low rumble, smiling as he kisses the shell of a pointed ear. Considering how frequently they've wound up in this room, he might be only half teasing.
The chaise cushion dips as his echo joins them--that the spell denotes physical mass when summoned it for this purpose is interesting--and takes his place at Yussa's front. Knowing what Caleb intends, his shadowy hands cover the elf's hips, bracing, and he looks down into his--their?--lover's face with a warmth and recognition that belies the coolness of his touch.