Caleb had no expectations either. It had been so long since he'd been this close to another person, and even then he wasn't sure he had ever felt the kind of trust and safety that he felt with Caduceus. He didn't remember much of Bren's life, thankfully, but he wasn't Bren anymore and Caduceus had never known that person. Perhaps that was a blessing. Perhaps that meant that he could start over again. He'd been trying to do that lately, but he kept finding himself slipping back into old paranoia and defensive behaviors, but he knew he didn't have to do that here. With him.
He didn't hide the way his gaze roamed over Caduceus as he approached, either. He hadn't really looked before, he was still trying to maintain some air of modesty and decency, but that was all forgotten now. He didn't know what he had been expecting, really, but it made complete sense to him then that Caduceus' anatomy would be a little bit different than his in that regard. And he found it incredibly difficult to stop looking at him. Even when he laid down next to Caleb on the cushions, he had to remind himself not to stare, not to immediately reach out and touch him there, just to see if the fur was as soft as it was everywhere else.
But he resisted, for the moment, instead leaning into Caduceus' hand and the brush of his nose against Caleb's cheek. It felt distinctly different than he was used to, but he found he quite liked it, as much as he liked the press of lips there that followed. His heartbeat sped as he reached over and slid his arm around Caduceus' waist, pulling him closer, almost on top of him, and tipped his head to catch the edge of his jaw with his lips. He wasn't sure he was quite ready to kiss him properly, but the tease was heady and entirely too slow and he needed some small bit of contact to lessen it.
"You can touch," he said, fingers flitting over Caduceus' stomach and his heartbeat picking up a little, "if I can?"