"As you wish," he purrs, as if he is doing Caleb a favor in granting this. Yussa slips away from him so that he can sit, perching on the edge of the couch they'd been sharing. He relaxes there, as he would if he were still draped in silk and gold.

Slowly, he spreads his legs to make space for Caleb between them. He is wet and there is a flush of arousal in his cheeks, but he knows that even this is something Caleb can improve on. The lanterns cast warm light, taking over as the sun disappears beyond the horizon.

He knows he does not need to, but he crooks his fingers in invitation once he is comfortable, golden eyes intent on the younger man. The way Caleb looks at him, the sort of hazy expression he gets, is probably far more appealing than it should be. Yussa likes that Caleb seems to be succumbing to a spell, when the only influence Yussa wields in the moment is the strength of Caleb's desire.

"At your leisure, Caleb Widogast."