Caleb laughed softly as he tugged at the laces, slow and steady pressure so the ties came undone and loosened. "Don't expect to meditate just yet," he said warmly, playfully, as he deliberately brushed his fingers between the laces as he worked them looser and looser.

"I do have preparations in mind but they don't deal with sleep." When the laces were loose enough for Caleb's liking he slid his hands under the edges of the tunic and eased it up and over Essek's head.

His eyes roamed over all the skin freshly revealed to him as the tunic fluttered to the floor. It was obvious why Caleb called him starlight. Essek was the sky at dusk. He ran his hand over his chest marveling at the smoothness and soft warmth under his palm. His hands felt big and clumsy, too rough to touch someone like Essek.

The privilege. The gift. It struck Caleb all over again just how dear he must be to Essek to be allowed this. For Essek to want him like this. It was dizzying.

Perhaps he should be more respectful for this but he didn't stop himself from leaning in to latch his mouth on Essek's neck. He bit with his teeth and sucked at the skin caught up in a wildly possessive moment. Caleb spread his hands across Essek's back as he marked him doing his best to wholly encompass the man.