Caleb had just enough presence of mind to notice the touch across the top of his knuckles and softly turned his hand to take Caduceus' in his. It grounded him again, brought him back from the absolute tunnel vision he had on what was happening between them. How could he be blamed, though? It was such a stunning thing to watch. And the way it felt was even better yet. It seemed like his whole self was being pulled towards the place where their bodies came together. Something as simple as a hand on his could easily split his attention, though. Even if the shift of Caduceus' legs brought him right back down to center again.
He hooked an arm around one of Caduceus' thighs and turned his head to nuzzle against the inside of his leg. He could feel himself sliding deeper and filling that space more. He had been about to let go of Caduceus' hand and reach between them when he felt the pull to his hair and groaned deep, immediately answering the request. It might have been something he resisted, for a moment anyway, were it not for the edge of demand in his friend's voice. That did something to him. It curled a knot of tension deep in his gut and sent a brief shiver up his spine. He knew Caduceus was perceptive, that he was good at reading people, but he didn't realize that he was quite this easy to read. Or maybe it was nothing to do with him at all. He liked that thought too. Maybe Caduceus just had this mote of energy in him always and he was letting it go with or without knowing how much Caleb thrived on it.
There was a sliver of awareness in the back of his mind, something that knew he wasn't going to last long and that Caduceus would get his wish sooner rather than later. Watching him get lost in the feeling - a feeling Caleb was causing - just surged him further on towards it. His hand finally slipped out from under Caduceus' hand, coming back to the thought he'd had just moments ago, and wrapped around Caduceus' cock instead. He stroked in time with his movements, firm but smooth, memorizing every inch of him and what made him cry out the loudest. All the while his gaze stayed put, where he was told to keep it.
"I hope you do," Caleb breathed, the sound raspy and heavy with the edge of a groan to it too. This wasn't where he'd expected to find himself when their reunion began. But he wouldn't trade this experience for anything. He wanted to find himself back here - and in any other configuration they could think of - as often as possible.