Expectedly, it is warmer under the blankets. Darker, too. But Caleb knows Yussa's body so well that he doesn't need to see him. As he shifts, bending a leg and lifting the blanket to give him a little more room to work, he smiles against his skin. The heat of his cunt against his fingers encourages him to begin rocking his hand slowly, and his middle finger slips between his folds to play over his entrance, spreading what wetness is there and encouraging more with his touch. The elf's small breasts receive a few more soft wet kisses before he moves lower, mouthing down the center of Yussa's body.

It soon becomes necessary as he moves lower to change the angle of his wrist, and he reorients to drag his fingers lightly over and around his sensitive, swollen folds. His mouth lingers on the soft skin of his belly below his navel, detouring to each hip before returning. Deliberately, he has avoided touching his clit directly, and he continues to as he nuzzles into his stomach.

But gods, his mouth is watering for it. His tongue curls behind his teeth with the same motion he uses to lick along the underside and tease the tip. He lets curiosity and anticipation bolster his own arousal. Will he find him deliciously swollen already, enough to suck between his lips, or will he have the pleasure of feeling him throb to fullness against his tongue?

Caleb feels his own cock throb right along with that thought, now pressed firmly to the bed as he positions himself on his stomach for a full meal between Yussa's thighs.