"Is that part of the thrill now?" he asks, breathless but amused when Caleb uses his title. But then the sharp snap as Caleb pushes as deep as he can forces a soft cry from parted lips. He can feel Caleb's cock twitch and his cunt squeezes around it. He's urgently aware of how full he is, how obscene this must look as his lover's chin presses against his shoulder. Yussa closes his eyes and arches his back with the next hard thrust.

He likes the way Caleb sounds like this, breathless and husky and warm. Yussa lolls his head back, getting as close to the other man as he can and baring more of his neck to Caleb's attention. He's too focused on his own pleasure and on feeling the way Caleb's body reacts to his to comment on the younger wizard's impertinence. Later.

Yussa's hand leaves his stretched cunt and slides up his body to grip his breast, elegant fingers a bit rough as he plucks and teases a dark nipple. He murmurs something that might be praise, but it certainly isn't in Common.