Shivers rush up his back as Caleb's hand brushes up along his spine. He leans to meet the kiss, eyes closed at the first gentle touch. But as Caleb seems to realize he has complete freedom, the kiss deepens and Yussa can't help a quiet, appreciative sound in the back of his throat. He yields to the kiss, but is not a passive participant: Caleb sets the pace, and Yussa meets his energy with ease.

His body sways closer, trying to close the scant space between them as the other man takes his time in tasting him, claiming him. It's a heady feeling and Yussa doesn't resist his own urge to stroke his fingers into Caleb's copper hair, indulging himself in feeling how soft it is. This is, perhaps, the most polished he has seen Caleb since the event in Rexxentrum that required him to dress up, though this time it's by the other wizard's choice rather than a feeling of obligation.

When the kiss breaks, Yussa cannot quite help the hiccup in his breath as they part. It doesn't appear that the kiss has smeared the gold pigment, not yet.