He had wanted to make sure that Essek was still on board for this, still wanted the kiss; if it was alright to keep going or if a stop was required; he remembered the dream and the pulling away; he had taken that as a personal rejection upon waking up and part of him still buzzed with the feeling of that. Perhaps thinking that it was nothing more than a dream covered in bioluminescence and pond lichen.
And then the corner of his mouth was kissed and it was such a delightful surprise for him, he made a murmur of surprise and fuck, he allowed his head to tilt, those fingers to run through Essek's wet hair and then he pulled him in back to his own mouth.
But this time? His other hand slipped around waist and he pulled Essek flush against him, loose around the waist so that Essek could escape, and Essek would feel exactly how Caleb pressed against thigh underneath the waters. His mouth sliding open and seeking haven and sanctuary, and he was absolutely tingling with it while the Thumos hummed and filled him, getting underneath his skin.
No words, all they needed was lips and mouth and contact. It was also clear that there was something touch-starved about the other wizard, that he craved this sort of contact, this intimacy with the other man. ]
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He had wanted to make sure that Essek was still on board for this, still wanted the kiss; if it was alright to keep going or if a stop was required; he remembered the dream and the pulling away; he had taken that as a personal rejection upon waking up and part of him still buzzed with the feeling of that. Perhaps thinking that it was nothing more than a dream covered in bioluminescence and pond lichen.
And then the corner of his mouth was kissed and it was such a delightful surprise for him, he made a murmur of surprise and fuck, he allowed his head to tilt, those fingers to run through Essek's wet hair and then he pulled him in back to his own mouth.
But this time? His other hand slipped around waist and he pulled Essek flush against him, loose around the waist so that Essek could escape, and Essek would feel exactly how Caleb pressed against thigh underneath the waters. His mouth sliding open and seeking haven and sanctuary, and he was absolutely tingling with it while the Thumos hummed and filled him, getting underneath his skin.
No words, all they needed was lips and mouth and contact. It was also clear that there was something touch-starved about the other wizard, that he craved this sort of contact, this intimacy with the other man. ]