That Yussa's thoughts have strayed in a similar direction to his own makes Caleb flush for reasons beyond sex or arousal. That the archmage has spared the time to consider his growth over the past year, his potential, is somehow unexpected, and just as flattering as the idea that he's indulged in memories of their first encounter like this.
"Well," Caleb murmurs, somehow bashful as he continues to stretch Yussa on his fingers, "you have had a part in that yourself."
He becomes very aware of how sore his lips are when he smiles. It's an ache that goes straight to his cock. Yussa's sharper kisses have left his already used mouth raw and stinging, and he can't get enough of it.
Holding Yussa against him this way feels good; exciting, and somehow comforting. The almost casual skinship is an intimacy he hadn't dared the last time, but it is remarkably natural now. Their bodies fit together well, they can easily talk and kiss, and Caleb can indulgently watch his fingers sliding slickly in and out of his cunt. The warm flickering lanternlight and the view of the city and the sea far below lend the space an almost surreal quality, adding to the pleasant haze already enveloping his mind.
After making him come twice, Yussa's state of languid relaxation is not only attractive, but heady, knowing that he is responsible. Encouraged by his soft sounds of pleasure and the occasional squeeze of his cunt, Caleb doesn't wait long to start working a third finger into him. Though he took two more easily than Caleb had anticipated, he can feel right away how the addition of a third is a challenge. Yussa is a petite man, and the way his entrance slowly stretches around three of Caleb's long human-sized fingers looks thrillingly obscene.
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"Well," Caleb murmurs, somehow bashful as he continues to stretch Yussa on his fingers, "you have had a part in that yourself."
He becomes very aware of how sore his lips are when he smiles. It's an ache that goes straight to his cock. Yussa's sharper kisses have left his already used mouth raw and stinging, and he can't get enough of it.
Holding Yussa against him this way feels good; exciting, and somehow comforting. The almost casual skinship is an intimacy he hadn't dared the last time, but it is remarkably natural now. Their bodies fit together well, they can easily talk and kiss, and Caleb can indulgently watch his fingers sliding slickly in and out of his cunt. The warm flickering lanternlight and the view of the city and the sea far below lend the space an almost surreal quality, adding to the pleasant haze already enveloping his mind.
After making him come twice, Yussa's state of languid relaxation is not only attractive, but heady, knowing that he is responsible. Encouraged by his soft sounds of pleasure and the occasional squeeze of his cunt, Caleb doesn't wait long to start working a third finger into him. Though he took two more easily than Caleb had anticipated, he can feel right away how the addition of a third is a challenge. Yussa is a petite man, and the way his entrance slowly stretches around three of Caleb's long human-sized fingers looks thrillingly obscene.