Yussa bites his lip, trying to stay relatively quiet as a fingers sinks into him. He wants to fuck himself on Caleb's finger and his tongue, he wants to feel this man as deep as he can get him and he is vaguely aware that this is possibly neither the time nor place, but he's having a little trouble caring. He wants this. Caleb wants this. He sees no real reason to stop.

He murmurs more breathless praise in Common and Elvish. Yussa pushes two fingers into his cunt again, as deep as he can. Soft walls clench and he tries to relax more as he draws them out again. A mess, in this case, is a help. Unthinking, he lifts his hand to his lips and licks away some of his own taste from his fingertips. It feels lewd and indulgent.

"Keep going," he murmurs in heavily accented Common.