"Please," Caleb confirms when offered wine, and smiles as Yussa brings the tray to them with his mage hand. That he is an accomplished mage with a brilliant mind for arcana really is one of the reasons the Caleb of this fantasy became interested in him, and that shows in the way he watches him cast.
He observes as Yussa deftly prepares his dose (he has absolutely been experimenting, and Caleb will press him about that later), and accepts the glass from him with another murmur of thanks when he is finished, holding it by the stem.
"Sehr gut. That seems like a very enjoyable way to make the most of tonight," he says, bright-eyed and smiling crookedly. "Well then. To continuing a memorable evening." He tips the glass in a toast, then raises it to his lips and drinks.
True to what Yussa said, he doesn't feel anything right away, just the momentary dizzy rush of downing a glass of wine all in one go. He sets it empty back onto the tray, presses a playful kiss to his lover's cheek, and uses this opportunity to wash up a bit himself; a clean slate for what's to come next. He doesn't feel any change yet by the time he's finished, and Yussa's suggestion to rest while they wait is exactly what he wants.
After they are both dry enough, they roll back into bed together--after Yussa has prestidigitated the sheets in a few necessary places, of course. Caleb lays naked and relaxed on his back in the middle of the lavish duvet with more pillows than he knows what to do with and pulls his generous lover against him, an arm looped beneath him around his waist as he combs gentle fingers through Yussa's damp hair with the other. If he does nothing with it, Caleb knows it will dry either in waves or loose curls, depending on the humidity; but like so much else about this man, he isn't supposed to know that yet. Tonight he does his best to look at him with new eyes, enjoying the process of rediscovery, of falling in love with Yussa one detail at a time all over again.
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He observes as Yussa deftly prepares his dose (he has absolutely been experimenting, and Caleb will press him about that later), and accepts the glass from him with another murmur of thanks when he is finished, holding it by the stem.
"Sehr gut. That seems like a very enjoyable way to make the most of tonight," he says, bright-eyed and smiling crookedly. "Well then. To continuing a memorable evening." He tips the glass in a toast, then raises it to his lips and drinks.
True to what Yussa said, he doesn't feel anything right away, just the momentary dizzy rush of downing a glass of wine all in one go. He sets it empty back onto the tray, presses a playful kiss to his lover's cheek, and uses this opportunity to wash up a bit himself; a clean slate for what's to come next. He doesn't feel any change yet by the time he's finished, and Yussa's suggestion to rest while they wait is exactly what he wants.
After they are both dry enough, they roll back into bed together--after Yussa has prestidigitated the sheets in a few necessary places, of course. Caleb lays naked and relaxed on his back in the middle of the lavish duvet with more pillows than he knows what to do with and pulls his generous lover against him, an arm looped beneath him around his waist as he combs gentle fingers through Yussa's damp hair with the other. If he does nothing with it, Caleb knows it will dry either in waves or loose curls, depending on the humidity; but like so much else about this man, he isn't supposed to know that yet. Tonight he does his best to look at him with new eyes, enjoying the process of rediscovery, of falling in love with Yussa one detail at a time all over again.