The way Caleb's body moved into his touch delighted Caduceus, the thought that Caleb wanted his touch was incredible. All of his senses were full of the man beside him, he was bathed in Caleb and he couldn't remember a time in recent memory when he had been more content.
The returned attention was something else. Caduceus wasn't even intimately familiar with his body himself. There had been puberty some seventy years ago, but he'd known even then that he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as his siblings were. The press of Caleb's hand sent a shock through him, though the sensation melted into pleasure in the space of a heartbeat, and Caduceus relaxed again. There was a tightness in his belly and the distantly remembered feeling of slickness close to where Caleb's fingers were, the seam between his legs readying for his cock to emerge.
Thinking about that made anxiety prickle through his arousal. He knew he should know more about himself, he knew it shouldn't frighten him. It wasn't Caleb, it was all in his head. Caduceus breathed deeply, focusing on memorising the shape of Caleb, his fingers brushing over the tip that was also slightly slick. That was interesting. He tipped his head so that he could look, watch the little beads appear for him to stroke away.
He licked his lips, fascinated.
So it was a shame when Caleb moved them, but Caduceus was happy to go with it, moving onto his back and taking a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of lips on his body. He nodded his head mutely in agreement, his now vacant hand twisting around in the soft cushioning beneath him.
His eyes rolled back and his body arched when Caleb's mouth moved over the aching bulge, a gasp turning into an even louder moan, muscles tensing as he felt the head of his cock begin to evert, emerging from his body and punching another moan from him. He shouldn't fight it. Caleb didn't seem to want him to fight it, Caleb's mouth was encouraging it.
Feel the slickness increasing in preparation for full eversion, Caduceus fought himself to relax, breathing deeply, lifting one hand from the cushions and sliding them into Caleb's hair. That helped. It helped a whole lot.