Yussa shudders as Caleb's tongue works against his fingers, then sweeps higher. Even with the tension of his pleasure running through him, the archmage starts to get weak over the dragon's leg. It's a slow process, even with a partner so magnificent as this. Caleb's had him like this a few times since the first in the Feywild, but not recently.

Allowing his mind to go blank save for the most immediate, fleeting thoughts and sensations, Yussa moves his hips, trying to work between Caleb's tongue and his own fingers. He shifts and manages to get his knee up on the dragon's leg, opening him more to display even if Caleb can't see him given their proximity and his size. He's got a vivid imagination and will surely know the new position even if he can't see it. It also ensures that Caleb is supporting him almost entirely, one foot still on the stone floor for the sake of balance.

Yussa moans heavily as the dragons thick tongue finally licks inside him, pressing enough to ease his body into yielding. His entire body shivers and he bites his lip, trying to restrain a louder sound as Caleb's tongue slowly pushes deeper.

"Don't stop," he urges, ever impatient when he is overwhelmed.