"I hope that one will," Caleb replies, warm and suggestive. He's more than happy to pass the time as they eat in silence, as comfortable with it as Yussa. Occasionally he'll catch Yussa's eye and give him a small smile, but he can enjoy the food, the sunset, and the company without saying a word. It's nice. And when they do finally begin talking again they pick it up easily, like the conversation had never lapsed at all.
Caleb is as eager as might be expected to hear whatever details Yussa will grant him about his time away and what he's discovered. He moves the tray of mostly empty plates and cups back to the low table in the center of the room as they talk, and less than a minute later it disappears again, only to be replaced with the pitcher of water. Marveling quietly at the spell yet again, Caleb prepares himself for sleep, always a little strange to do in a new place, but this time equally as exciting.
Finally slipping beneath the soft cotton and silk sheets of Yussa's bed with Yussa beside him is a little surreal. They've certainly fallen asleep together after sex before, but they've never specifically gone to bed together like this, and certainly not in Yussa's own room. This feels intimate in a way they have yet to experience together, though Caleb tries not to think too much of it beyond the practical reason for it. Still, yet again--it's nice.
Uncertain of Yussa's preference when it comes to contact--cuddling or no cuddling?--Caleb remains close enough to touch comfortably, reaches out to brush his fingers gently over a slender wrist in a gentle, wordless invitation, but otherwise keeps politely to himself. The room is cool and comfortable in the dark, and the bed is almost certainly the nicest Caleb has ever laid in.
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Caleb is as eager as might be expected to hear whatever details Yussa will grant him about his time away and what he's discovered. He moves the tray of mostly empty plates and cups back to the low table in the center of the room as they talk, and less than a minute later it disappears again, only to be replaced with the pitcher of water. Marveling quietly at the spell yet again, Caleb prepares himself for sleep, always a little strange to do in a new place, but this time equally as exciting.
Finally slipping beneath the soft cotton and silk sheets of Yussa's bed with Yussa beside him is a little surreal. They've certainly fallen asleep together after sex before, but they've never specifically gone to bed together like this, and certainly not in Yussa's own room. This feels intimate in a way they have yet to experience together, though Caleb tries not to think too much of it beyond the practical reason for it. Still, yet again--it's nice.
Uncertain of Yussa's preference when it comes to contact--cuddling or no cuddling?--Caleb remains close enough to touch comfortably, reaches out to brush his fingers gently over a slender wrist in a gentle, wordless invitation, but otherwise keeps politely to himself. The room is cool and comfortable in the dark, and the bed is almost certainly the nicest Caleb has ever laid in.