Luckily, Caleb is quite accustomed to waiting. Enjoys it, even, in the right context. It is a little harder to get into that mindset when he is a dragon, but he is far too invested in showing Yussa what he is capable of to let his frustration distract him. His lover's reactions alone make this more than worth enduring a little longer.

Yussa knows what he wants even now, tilting his hips to ensure his mound is pressed against his warm scales. Delighted, Caleb gives a pleased growl, and rewards him by licking deep, then withdrawing his tongue to roll the forked tip directly over his clit, flicking up and down with firm pressure before a long stroke all the way up to the small of his back again that leaves his dark skin wet and gleaming.

Caleb lowers his head closer and his great mouth opens wider, exposing rows of deadly teeth, bone-white in the moonlight. The static of his breath puffs over Yussa's arched back. He licks further up his spine, little more than a playful flicker, before angling his tongue in a hot, slow press back down. Every inch of him is appealing to tease and taste this way. With an earnest eagerness that Yussa might recall, his broad tongue licks a long, wet pass over the tight rim of his ass. Caleb gives no quarter, slicking his hole over and over again with his warm, wet tongue.