There are several horns within reach on Caleb's muzzle, and he finds himself charmed by Yussa's desperate grab for one--the most prominent, centered near the end of his snout. It must be for support as his pleasure climbs rapidly; while Caleb wouldn't put it past Yussa to attempt to direct a dragon that way, the evidence is clear that he is doing a fine job of giving him what he needs already.

Not even a minute later, Yussa's body jerks, tensing and quivering. His tight, trembling thighs snap shut around his snout, which is an effect Caleb quite likes, as he continues to slide his tongue back and forth against and within him--indulgent, rolling thrusts, deep and probing. He can feel the rhythmic squeeze of his cunt bearing down around it, and rumbles his satisfaction.

When that fluttering begins to fade and Yussa's shaking muscles start to relax, he withdraws with a few more light, flickering licks over his slick folds from the forked tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of him. His neck recoils, lifting his head to give him a lovely view of his trembling elven lover from above.

Only one orgasm, and Yussa already looks a bit wrung out. That must have been very good.

"Again?"

That single word conveys Caleb's pride and eagerness well. The low rasp of his voice is warm and inviting, and his eyes are bright with interest.