He likes Yussa like this, draped over his foreleg with his thighs spread so wide he could nuzzle right up against his cunt, if he wanted to. He wants to feel him go entirely limp, given over to pleasure enough that the tension in his body relaxes, trusting Caleb to know what he needs.

Pleasure shivers through his massive body with the older wizard's encouragement, and he sighs in agreement, expelling more tiny sparks of lightning along with his warm breath. His tongue sweeps down and tangles briefly with Yussa's fingers, snaking around and between them to caress his stiff clit before another long, all-encompassing lap up to his spit-slicked ass.

His wide, slightly rough tongue easily covers the furled muscle with every warm, heavy stroke over it, as though he hopes to make this hole as soft and wet as his cunt. It is only when Yussa's limbs feel loose with pleasure that Caleb licks with more pressure against the center, coaxing his tight opening to accept the penetration of a slick, flexible tongue a little at a time, never any more than what is easy and comfortable.