Yussa's playful whisper has precisely the effect he was doubtlessly intending it to. "Gods," Caleb groans, then grins. "If you'd talked like that earlier, I would have been done for."

He looks appreciatively over Yussa as he slowly sits up and stretches. While he is disheveled, far removed from how effortlessly put together he usually is, Caleb has never found him more beautiful. He's endlessly pleased to be the reason for it. The memory of this night will sustain him for some time, just as their last afternoon together had. This time though, he resolves to return sooner for studying and...studying. When he pictures the next few months, he can imagine he'll need a place to retreat to from time to time.

With some effort, he pushes himself up as well, taking the opportunity to put his arms around Yussa again and pull him in for a slow, soft kiss. He's sure he must look at least as well fucked as Yussa, and he'll have to fix that before he goes back downstairs. His friends will notice.