A smile, sweet and gentle-- much like the one that he had given Caleb in the blooming grove once the man had pressed lips to cheek; right before Essek had returned to Eiselcross; that slow awareness that this man meant so much to him. His heart felt full to bursting, and that was part of what aroused him, the intricacy of his feelings and how they could not be disconnected or disengaged from what throbbed between his own legs.

He slipped his fingers from Caleb but only so that he could further draw pants off of Caleb's hips, and then once they were discarded over a chair near the bedside. Then he reached for the handle of the nightstand and pulled the drawer out, seeing the vial of slick which he placed next to Caleb's thigh on the bed.

A glance over at Caleb then before he slowly pushed his own silk pants over his hips to reveal his body, the long slender cock that curved slightly, the way that it glistened from arousal that slipped from head and then the star freckles that spread over his body like a canvas.

A perfect match to Caleb's sun kisses.

And then back Essek walked and then he was settling himself kneeling between Caleb's spread legs. "You know I, ah.. have touched myself often, thinking about you." as he took the oil bottle up to uncork it, already nicely warmed to the touch; the tower was indeed wonderous.