Caleb is there to catch Yussa when he is slightly less than graceful, supporting him as the archmage reaches for him and drawing him close in the same motion. When he sits back, it's easy to let Yussa rest on his thighs, his tired body gathered against Caleb's warm chest. The kiss he presses to his temple echoes the tenderness of the endearingly clumsy one Yussa just bestowed on him.

"Ja, of course," he assures. With one arm looped about Yussa's waist, the other slips into his hair, smoothing it out and scratching soothingly at his scalp. He smiles. "That is half the fun."

When he focuses on kissing slow and sweet from Yussa's ear down the side of his neck, he can ignore his arousal a little longer. He contemplates asking if he can finish inside him again--surely it won't take long to satisfy himself--but he would rather not risk making anything uncomfortable for Yussa when he could easily be just a little more patient. It's not as though he isn't enjoying himself. The gentle process of helping him recover from an intense experience is one Caleb treasures the opportunity to indulge in.