Just like that, Caleb is outplayed. This tactic on Yussa's part is so unfair, but so perfect. Of course Caleb doesn't feel satisfied. He won't be happy until he has Yussa's approval, and that certainly doesn't sound like this. When has he ever refused an opportunity to make his lover come?

"No," he murmurs. "I would prefer to continue. There is more I can offer."

Perhaps Yussa would not be overly bothered, but Caleb would certainly linger on a performance only half complete. It will take a little more time, but not very much. He knows that he is good at this.

He holds the archmage's gaze for a moment longer before he ducks back down. While now fastidiously clean of his own release, Yussa's folds are still hot and slick against his lips, flushing with renewed arousal. Caleb lets his thumbs glide up and down in the grooves of the elf's slim hips as he uses the very tip of his tongue to tease his outer lips, to build up some anticipation. He works his way in slowly, lets his relaxed pace wind him up, and then waits for the first impatient cant of the other man's hips, voluntary or not, to go in for a long, deep lick.

While Caleb certainly utilized his skill in this to make Yussa feel good in the process of cleaning him up, this is all technique, clearly with the singular goal of getting him off.