Essek looked down at Caleb, at the sincere look in his eyes-- those beautiful cerulean that wore emotions and feelings upon their sleeves, and his eyes softened as he leaned in and then slowly and lightly nibbled at that lower lip, his fingers still stroking against shoulders however he allowed himself to succumb to the feel of Caleb's mouth underneath him.

The warmth that suffused his wizard, the invitation to be each other's home. He could feel himself hum but for a far different way and he used that same gravity to press Caleb back, however this time? The gravity would serve a far different purpose. That gravity was in the pressure of his mouth, the subtle crisp coolness of his tongue like drinking from a spring water, a quenching of thirst,

That gravity evidenced in such a way that it was clear that Essek was not going anywhere for the time being, that he would perch in that lap, resolved to bring his wizard pleasure.