He can feel Caleb's fingers fit over dull bruises and there is something thrilling in that. Yussa is having trouble holding on to any thought too long, though, and he gasps out another moan when his lover's hips move, testing to see what he can get away with.

Lips parted, Yussa pants for breath as Caleb tries to build up to a rhythm, slow and shallow as it is. For now, it feels like that is all Yussa can take. His own fault, but he has no intention of asking Caleb to stop or to pull out. He wants this too much and he can feel ripples of the younger man's desire on the air. It's difficult not to get swept up.

The sounds Caleb makes and the wickedness spilling from him is perfect. Yussa doesn't dare move yet and he cedes control to Caleb, trusting him to take care of him even as the other wizard seeks his own pleasure in the tightness of his body.