It was with great reluctance that Essek pulled himself from Caleb, and as he sat on in his hands and knees between thighs, he was assuredly slick with Caleb's spend as it glazed so much of Essek's stomach. He was also impossibly touseled and real looking; a far cry from the composed Shadowhand or the always put-together Essek Thelyss outside that title.

Curls plastered to his forehead and rioted everywhere and his eyes were still bright from their activities, and the smile he gave Caleb as he reached his hand to grab up his lover's hand? It was impossibly warm and deliciously happy.

"I adore you, Caleb Widogast-- now I hope you are ready to be fussed over and groomed." He did not mention that it was likely he would sneak a braid into Caleb's hair-- the Kryn designated symbol of formal courtship. Although he was now formally on the run, the culture was still ingrained in him and his fingers itched to put a pretty braid in it, to let the entire world know that this beautiful and intelligent wizard was his.