Caleb physically shudders, a tremor from his neck all the way down to his legs, as Yussa holds onto his hair and speaks into his ear with a voice like velvet, dark and soft. He shuts his eyes and lets that voice envelop him. His mouth hangs open, red and wet. His breathing audible and uneven.

Gods, Yussa putting that choice into his hands is so fucking hot. His hands stroke down his back, resting on the swell of his ass.

He knows exactly how ready he's made him; how he worked at his tight rim until it was soft and pliant, how he fucked his tongue deeper inside him than his cock will likely reach, slicking and stretching his walls. He couldn't possibly pass that up.

"I want to fuck your ass," he murmurs, feeling his face heat even though he is fairly sure that Yussa must be anticipating this answer. Though they have done it a time or two since the Feywild, it remains an exceedingly rare occurrence. Still, it seems such a shame to neglect his cunt--and perhaps he doesn't have to. "But perhaps I could impress you with a little more magic tonight?"