Though Caleb is utterly weak to praise, Yussa correctly identifies that it should not be given excessively. There is a fine line; it has to feel earned, or it's no good. Hence the reason this scenario appeals to him so much.
Face magically cleaned and instructed in no uncertain terms to undress, Caleb braces a hand against the couch, leveraging himself to his feet as soon as Yussa's legs slip from his shoulders. His knees complain, but that is a small price to pay for the contentment he'd found there.
As Yussa playfully contemplates what reward he is willing to grant, Caleb obediently unbuckles his holster and slides the leather straps down his arms, setting his precious books aside on the table before he turns back to the other wizard. Pulling his simple shirt up over his head reveals a familiar lean torso Yussa is already familiar with, pale skin contrasted with freckles and dark red hair. He lets his shirt fall where it will, not nearly so concerned about his own garments as he had been with Yussa's.
Drawn to the archmage's golden eyes and coy smirk, Caleb is an open book; the heady stab of pure want he feels at Yussa's suggestion is plain on his face. Perhaps he might have anticipated it, but he didn't want to assume. With how hard he is, he would have been happy to accept any prize Yussa offered him. He swallows, tasting Yussa still, even after prestidigtation.
"Ja, very much," he husks. There is no denying that he had hoped for this, just maybe, since Yussa asked for his fingers; no pretending he hasn't been aching for it since learning how good it feels to be inside him months ago. "If that is what you want." Yussa is the one determining what he is worthy of.
Caleb doesn't take his eyes off him as he reaches for his belt, sliding the leather free of the buckle with smooth, precise movements. Deft fingers undo the buttons of his trousers one by one, and his breath leaves him in a soft hiss as much of the pressure on his cock is eased at last.
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Face magically cleaned and instructed in no uncertain terms to undress, Caleb braces a hand against the couch, leveraging himself to his feet as soon as Yussa's legs slip from his shoulders. His knees complain, but that is a small price to pay for the contentment he'd found there.
As Yussa playfully contemplates what reward he is willing to grant, Caleb obediently unbuckles his holster and slides the leather straps down his arms, setting his precious books aside on the table before he turns back to the other wizard. Pulling his simple shirt up over his head reveals a familiar lean torso Yussa is already familiar with, pale skin contrasted with freckles and dark red hair. He lets his shirt fall where it will, not nearly so concerned about his own garments as he had been with Yussa's.
Drawn to the archmage's golden eyes and coy smirk, Caleb is an open book; the heady stab of pure want he feels at Yussa's suggestion is plain on his face. Perhaps he might have anticipated it, but he didn't want to assume. With how hard he is, he would have been happy to accept any prize Yussa offered him. He swallows, tasting Yussa still, even after prestidigtation.
"Ja, very much," he husks. There is no denying that he had hoped for this, just maybe, since Yussa asked for his fingers; no pretending he hasn't been aching for it since learning how good it feels to be inside him months ago. "If that is what you want." Yussa is the one determining what he is worthy of.
Caleb doesn't take his eyes off him as he reaches for his belt, sliding the leather free of the buckle with smooth, precise movements. Deft fingers undo the buttons of his trousers one by one, and his breath leaves him in a soft hiss as much of the pressure on his cock is eased at last.