Caleb wasn't going to drag his feet anyway, but given that instruction, he hurries through removing the rest of his clothing, aware of Yussa's gaze on him as he does. There is plenty of space to lay down once he's as bare as his lover, pale skin dusted in red hair and flushed head to toe, his cock reddest of all where it curves up toward his stomach. They move together easily, well practiced with this particular act, even if the location is exotic.

With the older wizard's guidance, Caleb's arms curl beneath his thighs and his hands find places to grip his hips, fingers brushing the other set of bruises he'd left behind yesterday. He feels his mouth water as he's treated to this particular view of Yussa's cunt, flushed and glistening with his arousal.

Practiced and confident, he opens his mouth wide and pulls Yussa down the last few inches to settle against it. He starts by rolling his tongue over the hard swell of his clit and delving between his folds with a low, eager moan, but he loves it when Yussa sets the pace, when he rides his tongue and directs him exactly where he wants.