With Caleb holding his thigh, Caduceus could feel him deep inside him, the breath leaving his lips in a moan. His hips moved still, as though Caleb needed the encouragement, he just desperately needed to keep that friction going, keep the feeling of him rubbing just the right spot. And he kept their eyes locked, he watched every little expression flicker over Caleb's face. He didn't realise how wonderful it could be to just watch someone like this.
Maybe that was something he could ask for later.
Caduceus' own eyes were half-lidded, fluttering closed of their own accord before he caught himself and opened them again. A tiny frown creased his brows when Caleb's hand pulled away from his own, bereft for the moment until it found its way to his cock. And oh!
He shuddered and moaned deeply, throwing his head back at the intensity of the pleasure that rolled through him, hips jerking up with every stroke and every thrust. It was difficult to focus on any one place, any one point of contact, his whole being felt like alight.
Everything flooded through him in one go, the most perfect, incredible moment in time where he felt as though he were no longer in his body, because he had no idea it was capable of feeling anything like this. And he needed this again. He needed to feel this way again. More importantly, he needed to make Caleb feel this way.
All at once Caduceus felt his muscles relax, though he could still feel Caleb touching every hypersensitive millimetre. It continued to draw moans from him, panted gasps, and a second smaller orgasm shivered its way through Caduceus, his now bleary eyes finally focusing on Caleb again, intending to watch every remaining second, even as he basked in the continued stimulation, as his muscles clenched and relaxed and the sensation of butterflies fluttered around his chest.