Even knowing that Yussa is out of his head with lust due to to faulty components, hearing him moan his name as he fucks deeper into him still goes straight to Caleb's cock. He still has the capacity, unlike Yussa, to double check that nothing important or dangerous has been dislodged when the archmage lays back against the desk, though Caleb does considerately try to push at least some of his notes aside as his hips continue to roll against the man under him, keeping him satisfied.

He is breathtakingly gorgeous laid out like this, flushed, panting, and the picture of desperate arousal. Caleb, panting himself, fucks him soundly as he confirms how much he likes it and slides a hand down his body to carefully stroke himself, so sensitive it startles him--both of them, really. He lets Yussa handle that for now, worried that it would be too much if he attempted it himself. But keeping his cunt full is easy. Their size difference is especially obvious like this, as Caleb watches the way his entrance stretches around his cock. He makes sure the smaller man takes every inch with each thrust, which really must feel like a lot.

Caleb also finds the gentle bounce of Yussa's small breasts enthralling. He's always loved his breasts, though he's kept that thought to himself given the effort Yussa goes to to bind them. But he's certainly shown his appreciation in other ways, as he does now. Making sure the elf's slender leg is secure over his shoulder, his hands are free to cover Yussa's chest, fingers plucking at stiffened nipples as he enjoys the softness beneath his palms.