Caleb has to force himself to look away from the appealing lewd image of his cock fucking between Yussa's cunt and his smalls so that he can take in the rest of the older wizard as well. The deep flush spreading through his warm brown skin is gorgeous, and the focus in his gaze as he looks down between them is electric. His clearly evident arousal makes Caleb throb with dizzying, potent desire in turn--it is heady indeed to know that Yussa wants him this way, this badly. Every moan is an ember low in his gut.

His breath catches at first again and again, but as soon as Yussa's wet fingertips begin playing over the head of his cock he moans, quiet but often in the way Caleb usually can't help expressing his pleasure.

"Yussa," he groans, rutting against him with smooth but urgent thrusts that grind through the throbbing wet warmth of his cunt and push all the way to the teasing brush of his fingers, the glide of soaked silk a constant guiding pressure. It's utterly debauched, and so fucking hot he can't not watch, except when he glances up again and finds that Yussa has also chosen that moment to look at him.

His pulse skips and his lips part, blue eyes dark and hazy. He is silent, but that single look is so bare and open that it conveys his need, his admiration and longing better than words could.