Caleb can't help it; when Yussa reveals that their first tryst has been on his mind also, his smile widens, almost boyishly gleeful. His breath is shallow as the archmage's graceful fingers brush along his bearded jaw, and he feels a stab of heat in his gut as they reach his lips.
Yussa's camisole hangs from one hand, and then he lets it flutter down onto the couch behind him, because he can't turn away yet. He hasn't even been touched before this, but arousal pulses through him, dizzyingly potent. Gods above, this man is attractive. What hasn't he been recalling from that afternoon? His fingers find the edge of the bandeau.
"I have thought about laying between your legs and putting my mouth to you for the first time. That first taste of you." His voice, softened and husky, fills the space between them. He peels the clinging fabric up and feels his knuckles brush the soft curve of a small breast. He drags it carefully up over Yussa's head, baring his chest to his hungry gaze. Remembering perfectly how beautiful Yussa is with his clothes off doesn't dim his current appreciation in the slightest. "The heat against my tongue, how wet you were, how you sounded when I pressed deeper."
If his cock isn't hard enough for the shape to be obvious against the front of his trousers by now, he would be shocked. The bandeau leaves his hand the same way as the camisole had, and his fingers finally dip just past the waistband of his lover's smalls, beginning to drag that last and simplest garment down over his hips. Laying Yussa bare while he is still fully dressed himself is heady in a way Caleb couldn't have anticipated.
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Yussa's camisole hangs from one hand, and then he lets it flutter down onto the couch behind him, because he can't turn away yet. He hasn't even been touched before this, but arousal pulses through him, dizzyingly potent. Gods above, this man is attractive. What hasn't he been recalling from that afternoon? His fingers find the edge of the bandeau.
"I have thought about laying between your legs and putting my mouth to you for the first time. That first taste of you." His voice, softened and husky, fills the space between them. He peels the clinging fabric up and feels his knuckles brush the soft curve of a small breast. He drags it carefully up over Yussa's head, baring his chest to his hungry gaze. Remembering perfectly how beautiful Yussa is with his clothes off doesn't dim his current appreciation in the slightest. "The heat against my tongue, how wet you were, how you sounded when I pressed deeper."
If his cock isn't hard enough for the shape to be obvious against the front of his trousers by now, he would be shocked. The bandeau leaves his hand the same way as the camisole had, and his fingers finally dip just past the waistband of his lover's smalls, beginning to drag that last and simplest garment down over his hips. Laying Yussa bare while he is still fully dressed himself is heady in a way Caleb couldn't have anticipated.