Oh, how Essek loved Caleb. Loved him with every fibre of his being, the gentle way he responded to affection, allowing him to muddle his way through this. Despite Essek's poise, he did not want to-- disappoint Caleb with his glaring lack of experience. He could be an adept student.

Essek did not even touch himself regularly the way that others did; if he had to take himself in hand he did but those thoughts had never strayed much further beyond kissing Caleb Widogast, such things that perhaps were innocuous and innocent, a hand kiss-- that cheek kiss in grove.

"I would like to go further, Caleb-- perhaps in matters like these, you may be the teacher and I the student?" he pressed a kiss back against that lower lip and then leaned up to rest their foreheads together. "I trust you, and also-- this feels natural because I have such deep feelings for you; if I did not-- this would not be a possibility in the slightest."