The obvious fondness as Yussa calls him impertinent only makes Cakeb more pleased with himself, and affection curls bright and warm within his chest. He adores this man, loves being intimate with him, and it isn't only the Feywild's influence making him starry-eyed.

While patience currently isn't his strong suit either (gods, he can't wait to watch his cock sink into him), he's thoroughly enjoying himself still, focused on working Yussa open on his tongue and guided perfectly by the tight grip on his hair. Watching Yussa's fingers play through his folds and sink into his cunt right in front of him is absolutely tantalizing. The view is incredible, but he so wishes, absurdly, that he could do everything. He wants to fill his cunt with his fingers, he wants to lick his clit until he squirms.

For now, he can content himself with eating his ass out well enough to earn a good boy, and the thrill that comes with that praise, enough to remind him again of how hard he is. He's able to push a finger in alongside his tongue, helped by the slick mess that drips from his cunt after Yussa withdraws his fingers.