Yussa eases onto his side with Caleb's help and coaxing and he curls close to the other man as a warm, soothing hand strokes through his hair and down his back. Another little sound escapes as it rests over the curve of his ass, holding onto him and yet gentle.
He doesn't resist the kiss Caleb gives him, but he does tilt his head toward it, welcoming the sweep of his lover's tongue. Yussa rests his head again, eyes drifting shut as Caleb continues down his neck and over his collar, where works on leaving a faint mark. Yussa summons the strength to stroke his fingers into Caleb's hair, his hand resting there heavily.
The confession earns a tired smile and the elf tips his head down to kiss Caleb's hair.
"You are dear to me," he says quietly, voice soft and wrecked. It isn't something he would be compelled to confess so soon, but he suspects that, too, is the Feywild's influence. Well, it's been said now. He won't deny it.
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He doesn't resist the kiss Caleb gives him, but he does tilt his head toward it, welcoming the sweep of his lover's tongue. Yussa rests his head again, eyes drifting shut as Caleb continues down his neck and over his collar, where works on leaving a faint mark. Yussa summons the strength to stroke his fingers into Caleb's hair, his hand resting there heavily.
The confession earns a tired smile and the elf tips his head down to kiss Caleb's hair.
"You are dear to me," he says quietly, voice soft and wrecked. It isn't something he would be compelled to confess so soon, but he suspects that, too, is the Feywild's influence. Well, it's been said now. He won't deny it.