There is a feeling of triumph as Caleb feels his lover gradually melt against him, slack and trusting--not so dissimilar to while he was trancing. There is a small shift when Yussa slips a hand between his thighs to press his fingers into his cunt--Caleb can feel the motion against his tongue as he fucks himself. But he is entirely relaxed otherwise, the only tension building in his body a result of his pleasure.

He can hear the wet sounds of Yussa's fingers playing through his folds and pushing inside himself, and though he wishes he could see, he can imagine it quite clearly--recalling an evening where Yussa touched himself this way as Caleb thrust smoothly into his ass after long, careful preparation.

The growl Caleb gives as he comes is low and pleased, rewarded for his efforts by the tight squeeze of his body around the slick thrust of his tongue and a particularly lovely moan. Rather than wait out the shuddering tension after his peak, Caleb withdraws his tongue slowly only to flicker over his folds, licking at his soaked entrance, stretched around the fingers buried in his cunt. Gods, he tastes good.

But before Yussa can come back to himself entirely, the dragon's tongue leaves him as Caleb lifts his head, finally affording himself the view he's been missing. His elven lover looks utterly debauched and utterly gorgeous draped over his foreleg's blue scales, well-fucked and dripping with the dragon's saliva and his own slick.