Of course Yussa would understand. The offer to rest solidifies something in Caleb's mind. Yussa doesn't mind stopping. Their work--and what exactly that is beyond a general sense of exploration and discovery grows ever hazier--can wait. It must wait, even, because he will be entirely useless like this.
"Okay," Caleb acquiesces too easily in a mumble against Yussa's fingers. He breathes, slow and full, filling his lungs. He noses into Yussa's palm, and his mouth slides down to a delicate wrist, kissing the pulse beneath the thin skin there, then tasting it with a swipe of his tongue. "I only need a little while."
His hands fit so nicely around Yussa's tiny waist, and it is so satisfying to cover the elf's smaller body with his own. Caleb isn't so much considering his actions as letting them happen as the ideas occur, fueled by the heated arousal that has only become more insistent and a growing lack of inhibition. Why shouldn't he press Yussa back against the mossy rock and kiss him, hungry and desperate? They're lovers, and Caleb is aching for him. It's been too long since he's plunged his tongue between his lips and explored the soft warmth of his mouth, since he's fit a thigh between Yussa's slender ones and pressed it tight to his crotch so he can feel the heat between the other man's legs.
Caleb is less aware of how quickly he's growing hard than the heady rush of blood through his body, the near-euphoria of feeling Yussa against him, the indulgence of touching and tasting him in way that feels like...like more. It almost startles him when his erection touches Yussa's hip, but only long enough for him to realize how good it feels, moaning helplessly, and press more deliberately against him, grinding between the softness of his stomach and the inside of his hip.
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"Okay," Caleb acquiesces too easily in a mumble against Yussa's fingers. He breathes, slow and full, filling his lungs. He noses into Yussa's palm, and his mouth slides down to a delicate wrist, kissing the pulse beneath the thin skin there, then tasting it with a swipe of his tongue. "I only need a little while."
His hands fit so nicely around Yussa's tiny waist, and it is so satisfying to cover the elf's smaller body with his own. Caleb isn't so much considering his actions as letting them happen as the ideas occur, fueled by the heated arousal that has only become more insistent and a growing lack of inhibition. Why shouldn't he press Yussa back against the mossy rock and kiss him, hungry and desperate? They're lovers, and Caleb is aching for him. It's been too long since he's plunged his tongue between his lips and explored the soft warmth of his mouth, since he's fit a thigh between Yussa's slender ones and pressed it tight to his crotch so he can feel the heat between the other man's legs.
Caleb is less aware of how quickly he's growing hard than the heady rush of blood through his body, the near-euphoria of feeling Yussa against him, the indulgence of touching and tasting him in way that feels like...like more. It almost startles him when his erection touches Yussa's hip, but only long enough for him to realize how good it feels, moaning helplessly, and press more deliberately against him, grinding between the softness of his stomach and the inside of his hip.