It's only Caleb's remarkable manual coordination--the hallmark of a good wizard--that keeps his finger moving inside Yussa at the same pace as the other man pulls lightly at his hair and slides his tongue past his lips in a deep, heated kiss. He's drawn in completely, his own desperate need pulled back to the surface as he feels his cunt tighten with just the right curl of his finger. He'll remember to do that again.

"I think I can manage that," he murmurs breathlessly. What Yussa asks for, he gets. Caleb presses a second finger into him alongside the first and has to suck in a sharp breath himself as Yussa's cunt slowly, slowly opens to allow them to press deeper.

His thumb just isn't enough, he decides. This is when he makes good on what he asked earlier and sinks down between Yussa's legs until hot breath fans over his folds and he licks over his clit with the flat of his tongue. He lavishes attention there generously as his fingers work carefully inside him, rocking deep and curling and pulling back at whatever pace Yussa's body allows.