Caleb hummed, thoughtfully. His attention was now entirely on Essek's jaw, the sweep of his throat, the square of his shoulders. What a wonderful, remarkable man he was. So beautiful, so smart, a wonderful subject of his affection.

"I think," he said softly, thoughtfully. "I think it might be something best enjoyed by my two wonderful husbands. And if they would like a third, I would happily enjoy a few slivers if they were offered."

He stepped close to Essek and nudged their shoulders together gently. "Perhaps my husbands would let me watch that, even if I'm not allowed to join?"