Such a tiny gesture has no right being so hot, especially after he's just had one of the most satisfying orgasms in recent memory, but Caleb knows he'll be thinking about Yussa wiping his lower lip well after tonight. Very quickly though, the elf's lips are on his, and Caleb opens up to the press of his tongue with a pleased sigh. An arm slides around Yussa's waist as they kiss, drawing him closer and keeping him there.

The taste of himself is nothing new to Caleb, and he eagerly licks it from his lover's tongue, gratified to have put it there. But it is different in one notable way. Typically his own taste is mingled with Yussa's, inseparable as he laps the evidence of his pleasure dripping out of his cunt after they fuck. He knows that combination much better.

Both of their lips are wet, with saliva or otherwise, when they part. Caleb touches their brows together, noses brushing. His arm tightens around Yussa's waist. His fingers grasp the ones linked with his tighter. His mind needs a moment to catch up with all the wonderful things happening with his body before he can hope to find words.