Caduceus smiled, huffing a little laugh of his own. He'd liked Eadwulf. For the ninety-five percent of the time that tiny buds of attraction bloomed in him from a good mental connection and emotional stimulation, there was the five percent of the time that it was very sudden and very much based on physical attributes. Big guys.
"I saw enough of him at dinner to be able to fill in the rest," he said quietly, a smile in his voice as both hands moved on Caleb's warm, wet skin, indulgently sliding his fingers and palms over the smooth surface before they came to rest on his shoulders again, beginning a firm, methodical massage of the tense muscles. It seemed to be working. Caleb seemed to be enjoying himself.
A shiver blossomed its way up from the spot where Caleb touched him back. Caduceus didn't think of this as a trade of, he didn't expect anything in return, he never did. But it was nice to feel it.
He tipped his head forward so that he could speak against the other man's ear, wanting to make as little noise as possible to preserve the peaceful atmosphere.
"Maybe you might feel a tingle of inspiration back home one day and you'll ask me to help you unwind." Caduceus could taste that implication on his tongue and it surprised him enough that his fingers faltered, paused in their ministrations, and his heart thumped hard enough to make him catch his breath.
"You don't let enough of us help you bear this weight," he continued, diverting the conversation away from his misstep as he carefully worked at the knots between Caleb's shoulder blades. "Tension is bad for the flow of magic. Well, mom and dad used to say that when we were stroppy teenagers, I don't really know how true it is."