The harder, faster snap of Caleb's hips drags a moan from Yussa and despite the weakness he feels, he manages to arch against the other man's chest. Without warning, Caleb pulls out of him, leaving him entirely empty--oh. Yussa breathes in sharply when he feels Caleb press against his cunt.

The archmage murmurs something in Elvish and his hand drops to reach between his thighs just to feel his lover's cock. He tries to press it against his cunt, holding it so that it slides over slick, swollen folds. If Caleb wants to put it in him, Yussa isn't going to protest. But he will have to do it himself. Especially given all his threats to deny Yussa entirely.

"That is how I like my lovers," he murmurs, voice and accent heavy. "Insatiable."