Slow was really good. Slow suited Caduceus. He liked the way Caleb was looking at him. He'd wondered if there might be some additional hesitation at his body, but he knew as well that Caleb liked men and women, and his anatomy kind of blended both, in a way. It did mean that he was all the more interested in Caleb, in the way he was hardening, how he would react to which way of touching.
He went with the guidance, moved closer. He would be happy to lean over Caleb completely. To cover him. Have their bodies pressed together completely. That would be nice. But at the same time he realised that would mean less space to move his hands.
The muscles in Caduceus' stomach fluttered under the touch and the words, nodding his head in a way that had him nuzzling Caleb's cheek again.
From Caleb's chest Caduceus' hand moved down, following the line of soft hair to his belly, splaying his fingers to touch as much as possible before they reached his cock. He hesitated, letting out a trembling breath against Caleb's skin. Caduceus' own arousal wasn't as obvious, but he felt it building between his legs. It had been a very long time.
He ran his finger tips lightly up and down Caleb's length then tentatively wrapped them around him, squeezing very gently.
"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," Caduceus whispered, as though he'd thought about this before Caleb was hard and naked in front of him. He stroked up and down slowly, savouring the sensation against his palm. "Tell me if something's not good. Tell me- everything. Whatever you want, tell me." Caduceus' brain had stopped filtering, but that was fine.