There's that little flutter again, starting somewhere behind his heart and spreading through his chest. That Yussa decides to curl up against him at all is a welcome surprise, and Caleb gathers him as close as he is comfortable with. Yussa drifts off first, and Caleb is glad to know that he is asleep rather than trancing. After today, it seems like he could use it. Caleb isn't far behind, warm and comfortable and holding someone he cares for.

And it isn't that he wakes, exactly, some time later. He begins to surface from a deep sleep, reacting to the slight movement beside him, and then over him. Laying on his back, one arm now splayed against the bed where Yussa had been and the other folded across his chest, it's easy to get on top of him. His breathing changes, his mind shifts gradually from dreaming to the hazy swim of near-wakefulness, and probably most importantly to Yussa, his cock readily grows hard under the slick touch of his hand. Helpfully, he was already part of the way there.

A soft groan, barely more than a heavy breath, slips from his lips as arousal seeps through him, heavy and hot. His hips give a gentle twitch up, grinding unconsciously into Yussa's hand.