Caleb's almost inaudible huff of laughter is a hot gust of breath against Yussa's neck as he covers his exposed skin in scattered, reverent kisses, each filled with as much admiration as his words of praise. It is part of the thrill now, a little bit. How could it not be? Each new thing Caleb learns about Yussa makes him more appealing. The contrast between his command of the classroom this morning and the way he gives himself over entirely now is incredibly sexy. He is soft and pliant in Caleb's hold, apparently confident in Caleb's ability to give him the pleasure he wants. Caleb would be willing to bet that this wouldn't be happening this way if he hadn't proven himself so capable last night. That boosts his own confidence; though he is performing in a less obviously submissive role tonight, he is as eager to please as ever.

Holding the older man's leg securely up and out of the way, Caleb watches, mesmerized, as his cock drags in and out of the tight grip of his cunt with every roll of his hips against his ass. Yussa is a vision, fondling his own chest and speaking sweet-sounding words in a language Caleb doesn't know. He really will have to cast Tongues next time.

His pace is a far cry from slow and ponderous, but it isn't hurried either. Just measured enough that they can both enjoy the fullness and friction of each thrust. Caleb is driving himself a little out of his mind, admittedly, the drawn-out focused pleasure of it almost too good. Soft panting breaths warm Yussa's neck between kisses. The arm Caleb had slid beneath Yussa's waist earlier is a boon now, giving him a hand free to skim lightly down his stomach and brush fingertips so very gently over his clit, caressing the stiff shape of it where it swells out from his folds.

"I should learn Elvish," he murmurs dreamily, half to himself.