Caleb's pleasure is evident in the low, rolling noises he makes, akin to the eager moans he so often can't help when his face is buried in Yussa's cunt. It is deeply gratifying to feel Yussa moving urgently against him, to hear the strain in his voice and know it is because of him. And gods, even in this body, his praise makes his head spin. Fifteen feet long with a wingspan wider than this courtyard and a crackling well of lightning ready to escape his bone-crushing jaws, he is still Yussa's sweet boy.
The need to earn his approval persists. Caleb is sure that if he just gets the angle right, he could--yes. It takes only a small tilt of his head to ensure that his long tongue passes over Yussa's clit as it fucks in and out of him, the flat of it rubbing constantly over the swollen bud.
He loves to see Yussa without restraint like this, seeking more and more of what Caleb is giving him. Tonight, there is more to amaze him with. His thick tongue stretches and curls inside him, stroking sensitive walls with far more precision than his blunt cock, but filling him just as well. He learns to direct the thrum of electrical energy, to hold it on his tongue where it will spread over his clit, tingling with every warm breath that washes over him, the excess crackling over his skin.
Caleb is both utterly content and left wanting, but that is hardly an unusual state for him in these circumstances. He has no knowledge of how he might satisfy himself in this shape, anyway, despite the growing ache in his body. But he would call this exploration a success; he has learned quite a bit about satisfying Yussa in this shape, at least.
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The need to earn his approval persists. Caleb is sure that if he just gets the angle right, he could--yes. It takes only a small tilt of his head to ensure that his long tongue passes over Yussa's clit as it fucks in and out of him, the flat of it rubbing constantly over the swollen bud.
He loves to see Yussa without restraint like this, seeking more and more of what Caleb is giving him. Tonight, there is more to amaze him with. His thick tongue stretches and curls inside him, stroking sensitive walls with far more precision than his blunt cock, but filling him just as well. He learns to direct the thrum of electrical energy, to hold it on his tongue where it will spread over his clit, tingling with every warm breath that washes over him, the excess crackling over his skin.
Caleb is both utterly content and left wanting, but that is hardly an unusual state for him in these circumstances. He has no knowledge of how he might satisfy himself in this shape, anyway, despite the growing ache in his body. But he would call this exploration a success; he has learned quite a bit about satisfying Yussa in this shape, at least.