That is a temptation he doesn't even attempt resisting. His tongue brushes over Yussa's parted lips, tracing the lower one delicately before slipping into his mouth. More preoccupied by kissing than he expected, his attention for washing wanes, to be resumed afterward. In the meantime Caleb touches his lover everywhere, hands running along his sides, down his back, over his ass. Maybe that still counts, somewhat. Yussa is already much cleaner than he was.
Perhaps he isn't tending Yussa's arousal directly, but he gladly touches him in ways he clearly enjoys, repeatedly returning to squeeze and skim his fingers over spots that draw out a particular response, whether a shiver or a soft sound or subtly leaning into him. Invited to do so, Caleb kisses him thoroughly all the while.
When the kiss does break at last, Caleb doesn't move away. He strokes the soft skin at the small of Yussa's back and smiles down at him, fonder than he should be of a man he met only hours ago, but he think that somehow fits this little fantasy, too. There is an undeniable connection, a genuine chemistry that perhaps courtesan-Yussa might recognize all the more for so often having to fabricate it. But tonight, everything is raw and true except what isn't: the entire premise of this little scene.
"After we bathe, I think a short rest is in order," he murmurs, the thickly accented rasp of his voice colored warmly with gentle humor. "The night is still young, but we have already worn each other out very thoroughly."
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Perhaps he isn't tending Yussa's arousal directly, but he gladly touches him in ways he clearly enjoys, repeatedly returning to squeeze and skim his fingers over spots that draw out a particular response, whether a shiver or a soft sound or subtly leaning into him. Invited to do so, Caleb kisses him thoroughly all the while.
When the kiss does break at last, Caleb doesn't move away. He strokes the soft skin at the small of Yussa's back and smiles down at him, fonder than he should be of a man he met only hours ago, but he think that somehow fits this little fantasy, too. There is an undeniable connection, a genuine chemistry that perhaps courtesan-Yussa might recognize all the more for so often having to fabricate it. But tonight, everything is raw and true except what isn't: the entire premise of this little scene.
"After we bathe, I think a short rest is in order," he murmurs, the thickly accented rasp of his voice colored warmly with gentle humor. "The night is still young, but we have already worn each other out very thoroughly."