That Yussa frames this as his reward, presumably for his skill and good behavior, stirs up the same heat and quiet pride as his praise does. Caleb's breath catches in his throat. His eyes are glued to Yussa's slim dark fingers tracing the length of him, more than enough to make him swell to full mast, straining in his fist.

If he's earned it, he'll take it. "Tell me if it is too much, or if it gets uncomfortable," he implores quietly, and puts the weight of his body behind his hips to begin pushing inside him.

The pillow beneath Yussa's hips makes the angle easy, and Caleb soon lets go of his cock to hold the elf's other leg instead, pulling it up against his own chest rather than pressing it down toward Yussa's. Shaking with the sheer intensity of it, Caleb feels only slight resistance as the head of his cock sinks past his entrance, made pliant with his careful attention.

Inside, Yussa is all wet, silken heat, still tight despite his preparation. His muscles provide more resistance as Caleb presses deeper, but not enough to be concerning when he's taking it as slow as he is. Stretching him open on his cock feels almost too good, all the clinging and squeezing as his cunt gradually accepts him. Before he is halfway in Caleb draws back with a groaned curse in Zemnian to repeat the motion, pulling out to push back in again. He gets a little further this time, and further still when he repeats it a third time, rocking slow but firm to bury all but a few inches.

"You feel so good," he hears himself gasp, barely above a heated whisper. "You feel so fucking good."