Caleb's mouth is very busy, so the moan he that rises from his throat when Yussas's voice purrs directly into his mind is muffled. Yussa is right; he does belong here. With Message, he is able to respond, but his tongue is doing something so much more important than speaking, rubbing tight up against his clit.
But gods, of course he wants that. Nothing would be more satisfying.
His tongue pulls back to lick Yussa's slick from his lips, and he murmurs a single word for the spell to carry to the other arcanist's ear.
"Please."
He could beg more prettily, but something tells him that Yussa will appreciate his work more than his words. He licks into his cunt like his starving for it. His hands slide from his hips down to his thighs and his tongue presses as deep inside him as he can make it reach. The sensation, all tight velvety heat, draws another helpless moan from Caleb's throat. Reflexive, his hips gives a sharp little rock into empty air, but Caleb hasn't even bothered to open his pants, let alone touch himself. His hands have been on Yussa all this time, squeezing gently and rubbing appreciatively over his soft skin.
While his arousal is persistent and aching, Caleb has deliberately not acknowledged it. In this encounter, it is Yussa's pleasure he finds most gratifying. He wants to dedicate himself fully to that. The needs of his own body are present, enjoyable as background noise, but unimportant.
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But gods, of course he wants that. Nothing would be more satisfying.
His tongue pulls back to lick Yussa's slick from his lips, and he murmurs a single word for the spell to carry to the other arcanist's ear.
"Please."
He could beg more prettily, but something tells him that Yussa will appreciate his work more than his words. He licks into his cunt like his starving for it. His hands slide from his hips down to his thighs and his tongue presses as deep inside him as he can make it reach. The sensation, all tight velvety heat, draws another helpless moan from Caleb's throat. Reflexive, his hips gives a sharp little rock into empty air, but Caleb hasn't even bothered to open his pants, let alone touch himself. His hands have been on Yussa all this time, squeezing gently and rubbing appreciatively over his soft skin.
While his arousal is persistent and aching, Caleb has deliberately not acknowledged it. In this encounter, it is Yussa's pleasure he finds most gratifying. He wants to dedicate himself fully to that. The needs of his own body are present, enjoyable as background noise, but unimportant.