Caduceus nodded his head slowly, giving Caleb his full attention, absorbing everything he was saying for later use. His firm voice wasn't something many of their friends had heard, and it was usually followed by an apology, but he had no reservations in guiding Caleb firmly when he needed him to do something. And he felt no burden in that care. If anything, he was honoured that he had been given such a task, to ensure Caleb stayed healthy and well. Caduceus was a carer, and there was nothing better to him than caring fully for someone he loved. As a child he had always imagined himself keeping a home, taking care of a then faceless mate whilst they did Important Things, and this was living his dream as far as he was concerned.
His breathing was a little harsher with the positioning of Caleb's hand, the long standing shyness about his body triggered by the closeness to the heat and slickness he knew could be felt there.
Caleb was beautiful, and looking at his body was a pleasant distraction, made it easy to return his full attention to the other man. Caduceus' hands lay against Caleb's thighs whilst he looked, a soft sound of pleasure falling unbidden from his lips when Caleb began to touch.
"Come here," Caduceus' arms slid around Caleb and dragged him back up his body to bring them so much closer, holding him in place. "You are a clever boy, aren't you?" he cooed, his expression so incredibly fond. One hand drifted down Caleb's back, slowly moving between his cheeks until he brushed over his newly lubricated skin. He could push his fingers in, Caleb would make the most beautiful noises, but it would be better when it was his cock, when Caleb could feel the gradual stretch.
"Touch me," he said softly, fingers lacing through Caleb's and guiding them down between them. "Make me ready for you."
Even with a gentle brush of fingers he felt the tip of his cock emerge, biting his lip to hold back the sound, wanting to hear only Caleb, every breath and every sigh. Caleb knew how to touch him, but there was some small thrill in guiding him, moving the heel of his hand against the firm swell of his sheath, fingers bracketing the seam where he was slowly everting.