Caleb smiles at that too, allowing himself a moment of smug pride, though his teeth scrape over his lower lip as he feels Yussa's body bear down and relax. He's adjusting much more quickly; already Caleb can rock his three fingers in and out without much resistance. Just that stretch and squeeze, and the occasional tremor of Yussa's body when he does something especially good.
Between his legs, his cock is solidly half-mast, which is quite good for the time elapsed since his orgasm. Honestly, he just can't stop thinking about how Yussa's cunt is going to feel around him. It's very encouraging.
"You know, I do not speak any Elvish," he murmurs. It would be conversational if he weren't also leaning over Yussa's chest to start mouthing at his breasts again. "I could cast Tongues--" Here he gives a sharp suck on a nipple before releasing it just as quickly. "But I would rather hear your translation."
With a quirk of his lips and a tilt of his wrist, his fingers twist inside Yussa and press deep again--not just fucking him, but spreading him, getting him ready. He probably doesn't need much more, but Caleb would rather not risk hurting him, and he is enjoying this process thoroughly.
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Between his legs, his cock is solidly half-mast, which is quite good for the time elapsed since his orgasm. Honestly, he just can't stop thinking about how Yussa's cunt is going to feel around him. It's very encouraging.
"You know, I do not speak any Elvish," he murmurs. It would be conversational if he weren't also leaning over Yussa's chest to start mouthing at his breasts again. "I could cast Tongues--" Here he gives a sharp suck on a nipple before releasing it just as quickly. "But I would rather hear your translation."
With a quirk of his lips and a tilt of his wrist, his fingers twist inside Yussa and press deep again--not just fucking him, but spreading him, getting him ready. He probably doesn't need much more, but Caleb would rather not risk hurting him, and he is enjoying this process thoroughly.