Yussa is slow to rouse again. He'd woken up some point earlier in the morning to cast a quick spell to clean them both, if only because of his mild concern that his thighs were going to get stuck together.

He makes a quiet sound now as Caleb moves against him, voice soon breaking through the heavy haze of sleep. It's been some time since he slept quite this hard - since he slept at all - and he feels a little groggy still. He reaches back to brush his fingers over Caleb's cheek. It's strange to have someone in his bed. In this bedroom. He hasn't taken a lover that he would share this with in quite some time. The last one he saw with any sort of frequency did not come to him.

"Is it?" he sighs, and perhaps does something that few but those in his intimate acquaintance could imagine: he pulls a pillow over his head. Yussa knows he should take a bath, and there are other things he would like to get to.