Caleb's grip is more to steady himself than to stop Yussa from moving, so he'll find that he's very able and welcome to fuck Caleb's mouth in whatever way suits him. For now, Caleb is doing plenty of that himself. He belongs here on his knees in attentive supplication, his face between Yussa's thighs without a care for how his wet cunt is making a slick mess of him from nose to chin. He laps along his slit, dips the tip of his tongue teasingly past his entrance, and closes his slick lips around his swollen clit with a rumbling, pleased hum.

His eyes slip open as he gives an eager suck, attentive and striking blue. Caleb gazes up at the lovely elven man leaning over him and finds he is inevitably enthralled by his eyes in turn. Gold. He'd noticed that stunning feature right away. There is so much more about this man he wants to discover, to know. Perhaps if he proves himself now, he'll be allowed.

The hand cupping the back of his head ensures he stays right where he is, which is just how he likes it. Beyond his obvious physical beauty, the air of effortless authority Yussa possesses is a large part of what he'd found so immediately attractive about him. Caleb is harder than he's been in months just from this, from being used, from being useful to such a man.