They were both a mess. Caleb's hair was in disarray and tangled in some place. His stomach and some of his chest was streaked with spend, the come getting sticky and tacky. The hickeys Essek gave hime stood out brightly against his pale skin and freckles. Caleb Widogast was well and truly fucked.

"I am ready to surrender myself to your tender mercies," Caleb murmured with one more stretch. Then he sat up and used their joined hands to guide Essek along the short walk to the bathing chamber.

It was simple like most of the things Caleb designed for himself. The tub was high edged and made of hammered copper so it would hold the heat from the water. It would be a tight fit for the two of them.

"How hot do you like the water?" he asked as he started to fill the tub. "I don't want it to be uncomfortable for you."