Caleb Widogast was a wonder, and Essek's eyes softened as he looked down into those blue eyes, his own hazed softly but still with it-- still in this moment, those encouraging words in a husky zemnian accent; and his heart squeezed with love for the wizard underneath him-- for the gentle encouragement.

That was all he needed to push in all the way until he was to the root, and he re-shifted himself so that he could lean more firmly onto Caleb-- he could feel the magical pound of beating heart against his chest-- sweet and affirming; he remembered the panic he'd felt when he saw Caleb fall to Lucian-- but this heart beating filled him with a dizzying joy.

He pulled back for a moment and then he attempted the most shallow of thrusts, the sound of their skin sliding together. "Like this?" He inquired sweetly, his lips grazing against Caleb's jawline as he rolled his hips in a soft even tempo.