The thought had crossed Caduceus’ mind too, when they’d been stood in the pool and he’d felt the impulse to kiss Caleb- what difference would it make? Neither of them would remember it in their real life. And then when the desire started to build, when they started to touch- this was something else here, something removed. But it didn’t make it any less real right now. It didn’t stop everything feelings so good right now.
Caduceus, too, wanted everything. It had been so long and there had been so many things he hadn’t done or experienced. With someone else it was better. No. No, with Caleb it was better, because he couldn’t have gotten into this position with someone he didn’t feel deeply for. It didn’t have to go both ways, but Caleb cared about him and that was all that mattered.
He wanted everything for as long as he could have it.
The sudden absence of Caleb’s mouth around him made him whine in a way he had never heard from himself, something desperate and needy and wanton. At the very least his fingers could stay in Caleb’s hair as he shifted position, to pet through it as he came to rest against his body. His cock, fully everted, lay against his belly, leaving space for Caleb’s to press in beneath it. The odd emptiness didn’t really have time to set in as he was filled again, the channel still slick and warm so that his cock could slide back inside when he was finished.
Feeling Caleb over him, pressing against him, his weight, it made Caduceus dizzy. The firm press of Caleb’s cock against his thigh felt like so much, and his mind supplied the image, the idea that had never crossed his mind before. He swallowed, thinking- there was no reason why not. There was no time for Caduceus to verbalise that, though, because as Caleb’s fingers pushed deeper the pleasure was blinding, everything so sensitive, everything lighting up wherever there was even the barest contact. And right were Caleb was pressing flooded Caduceus with need. He did arch, trying to somehow press closer, trying to move against the fingers inside him, riding against Caleb’s fingers for a few seconds as he cried out.
“Yes,” he managed finally, realising then just how tightly his fingers were gripping Caleb’s hair. “Yes. Please. Please. I’ll stop you if it’s bad.” He was prepared for it to be tight, but if he could fit in there then Caleb surely could, too. “Please, Caleb. I want to feel you there.”