Even the way he looks at him, the attentive focus in his heated gaze, is still purely Caleb Widogast. Yussa would certainly have seen this look many times before with Caleb between his legs.

"How could I not? It is always thrilling to have your attention." There is a quality of that draconic purr to his voice, a bassy vibration. "Even more so when your cunt is still wet."

There is more intention this time when his tongue finds the soft give of Yussa's slit. He is slick and flushed with heat, and it punches arousal into Caleb's veins. His paws flex restlessly, scraping his claws against the stone beneath. The forked tip of his tongue plays over and slides through Yussa's folds, and finally dips inside to find his opening. The taste of him there is nearly overwhelming. A resonant groan rises from the dragon's wide chest, and he licks into him hungrily. His tongue is wide enough to force tight walls worked open by Caleb's human cock to stretch more, but also slick and flexible enough to do so gradually. It flickers in and out, in and out, fast and deep.