[Caleb has known how he felt for a while, but having those words still echoing in his head, and it's a new kind of pleasure that leaves him trembling slightly with the delight of it all.

The delight of words and emotions and now touch combining and he can't help the sounds he makes. Soft groans, a hint of a high whine on the end of it, and his fingers move to brush through Chris' hair, echoing how his magic will be touching him soon. ]

How could I look away from you? God, you're so beautiful.

[ There's something so ethereal at looking down on the man before him, elegant and raw and sensual all at the same time and it's an image in a moment he wants to forever remember.

As if he can forget with Chris saying things like that! ]

Fucking Hell. You are so evil.

[ He marvels at that, obviously loving it as he shivers, staring down at Chris. ]

But I'm going to make you proud.