Yussa is warm and soft against his side, and Caleb curls his arm around him to draw him closer as soon as he relaxes. His head tilts with Yussa's guidance to meet him in a kiss, and he sighs happily against his lips as they settle together, against each other.

There is a low huff of a laugh in agreement as Yussa mentions how glad he is that his friends haven't taken an interest in his whereabouts yet, but then his stomach flips pleasantly when he asserts that he'd like to keep him. Gods, if only. As thoughts of tomorrow threaten to pierce the hazy veil of blissful obedience Yussa has draped over his mind, he only wants to sink deeper.

"I would like to be kept," he murmurs. His hand grips the slim curve of Yussa's hip; the other squeezes gently where it rests on his thigh. "Though I cannot promise how long it will be, all the time I have tonight is yours."

As Caleb leans down for another kiss, his calloused palm rubs up along the inside of Yussa's thigh, working toward the heat of his folds. He marvels at the smoothness of his skin, and as his mouth trails more beard-rough kisses down the elegant slope of his neck, he is quietly intrigued by how his long fingers and squarish human-sized hands look splayed over the elven wizard's slender form.