Head in hands. Kingsley so impulsive and acting on sheer instinct, kissing Caleb with burning passion. Terrified that he might never get the chance again, that he'll end up back in the grave before he can ever confess what he's always felt.
Caleb as his first kiss, first lover, first partner. His Magician always so gentle and patient with him, hands trailing reverently over every scar, soft lips pressed to his forehead. Sweet words whispered in his ear after every nightmare, tender hands to hold him after the long months at sea.
Kinglsey desperate to feel anything but Empty, aching to just feel something--melting whenever Caleb calls him "good boy," wanting so badly to just be good for him. Longing to be the person Caleb truly believes him to be, to drown out the memory of his Magician bleeding out at his feet.
King always so warm and affectionate with his Magic Man, playful and teasing, a Moonweaver blessed romantic--cradling Caleb in his arms, banishing all his fears with a lovelorn kiss--
