Everything was very sensitive, and once Caduceus allowed himself to relax it felt really good. "Oh-" he sighed gently, the tension visibly leaving his body, his fingers running softly through Caleb's soft, clean hair. That helped. It helped to keep him close to his friend, and it helped that he could see Caleb looking up at him.
Already his thighs were shaking as Caleb's tongue slid over his head, the vibration of the moan against his cock drew more gasps from him. Another wave of pleasure crested, and Caduceus felt the nice ache of his cock as it slipped out a little bit more, maybe half an inch more. Caleb seemed to like it. Caleb seemed to want it, and Caduceus was dizzy with the arousal that caused in him.
"You- can- um-" speaking was difficult. It felt like that time he'd been drunk, but a few hundred times better. "-help with...putting your fingers inside. Stroke it." His grip on Caleb's hair twitched, the words bitten out like a command because it ached and he had no idea that aching could feel so good, but he felt as though he were teetering on the edge of something and he needed something. Just something. And he could remember when he was young how that had helped, it had made him evert and the inside was sensitive and maybe that wasn't what it's purpose was, maybe Melora didn't intend for fingers to be inside him, but desperate, puberty stricken Caduceus hadn't cared. And he didn't care now.