The tension slowly dissolves from him, until he is draped over Caleb's foreleg just accepting everything the dragon gives him. It so rarely occurs to him to ask for this and it is even rarer for him to offer without prompting, but as in so many things, Caleb seems to have no trouble finding ways to earn his delirious encouragement and permission. He has never once regretted it.

Yussa rests his cheek against warm scales as his lover's thick tongue works him open, with firm, measured thrusts that become easier and easier as he goes on.

Yussa pushes three of his fingers into his cunt and moans helplessly when he feels the pressure of Caleb's tongue through the thin walls of his body. He shudders beneath the dragon, his free hand gripping tight as tension rolls through him. He is given more and more as his body yields. Yussa's fingers slip from his body to rub over his clit, stroking wetly. They glide down again over his folds, squeezing them between soaked fingers before he pushes them back inside his waiting cunt.

He repeats this until a particularly delicious stroke of Caleb's tongue sends him over the edge of the peak that's been building. Yussa arches, thighs quivering with renewed tension as his orgasm breaks like a wave. Perhaps he might have lasted longer were he not already so overheated. He moans loudly, wordlessly, as goes tight around Caleb's tongue and his own fingers.