Caleb is transfixed. Yussa gasps and trembles under him, his cunt fluttering, the sheets clenched in his hands. He is small, but stretched out with his arms overhead, his body is long and beautiful, all lovely angles slender lines and subtle curves. The half-intelligible words he slurs about how deep Caleb is inside him only fuels Caleb's desire to see him even more blissed out.

"So deep," he agrees, panting, with a full roll of his hips that buries his cock and drags a moan out of him. Gods, he feels incredible. "You look so perfect like this, Yussa." His thumb follows the edge of his stretched opening until he's rubbing his clit and resting his hand low over Yussa's smooth stomach. "I, ah--I love seeing you all spread out, taking me so well."

His own grasp on Common isn't the best at the moment either, his brain feels completely scrambled, but he wants to tell Yussa how beautiful he is badly enough to manage. But not for the first time tonight, he wishes he could speak Elvish. He has a feeling asking for a translation now might not get him the same results as it had earlier.