It was good to know that Caduceus got as much out of their interactions as Caleb did, even without him having to actively give anything back in return. He still wanted to, but it was good to know that if he wanted to lose himself in these feelings that Caduceus wouldn't feel bereft of any pleasure of his own. He had found one thing that Caduceus seemed to enjoy, though - something intimate, something indecent, as he had described it. And that was something they could do even when they were fully clothed. Discovering new things would have delighted Caleb regardless, but the soft noises that Caduceus made and the way he responded to the soft scritches and harder rubs made something alight inside him. He wanted more.
Caleb sighed softly and dropped his head forward against Caduceus' shoulder, pressing back into his hands and then rolling down against his lap. He knew exactly what he wanted. Caduceus did too, he was sure of it. "Ja," he hummed, "Yes. I want that. You can put me where you want me, however you want. I trust you." And he didn't trust many people. But it was so instant and such a solid trust with Caduceus that he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. He would never put Caleb in a harmful position. He would never hurt him if he could help it. Unless, he supposed, Caleb asked him to.
He drew in another deep breath and lifted himself up again, settling his hips right against Caduceus' so he could feel the pressure that had been building down between his legs for some time now. "There's nothing I haven't enjoyed so far," he continued. "No matter how we find ourselves or what we're doing. But I still want to explore everything I can with you - all of it. And if we find something we don't like, that's okay too, because at least we know and we can steer it in a better direction. There are no mistakes, not with us. And if you want to push me onto the bed and... and take whatever you please, I want that. If you want me to do that, I want that too."
He felt like he was babbling a bit, but once he'd started it all just flowed out of him. He just hoped that it made sense, that his brain wasn't moving so fast that it skipped right over entire thoughts - which was a thing it liked to do on occasion. It wasn't that he was making such a great effort to explain himself well, and succinctly, because he sought out more praise from Caduceus - though that would always be welcomed - it was because he wanted Caduceus to know that there was nothing he wasn't ready and eager to explore between them. They didn't have to stay in one role or another. They didn't even have to stay within one set of acts. It was all open to them.