Maybe other people didn't always cuddle mid-sex, but Caduceus wasn't other people, and Caleb deserved cuddles. All the time. Whenever possible. It helped that Caduceus' heart melted every time Caleb pressed against him, every time he buried his face against any part of him as though he were still starved of touch. Caduceus was happy to give, to keep giving, to make sure Caleb never wanted for anything so simple ever again.
His melted heart was still doing an excellent job of pounding, though, thrilled by all of the touches and the now very focused attention to his chest. His breathing hitched, eyes falling closed once more when fingers brushed over his nipples, the sensation only adding to the pressure building still between his legs.
It took him a second to realise what had been said, blinking his eyes open again in a frown. Then. Oh. His ears drooped just slightly, frown deepening. He lifted his hands and cupped Caleb's face, holding his gaze even as his breathing hitched with the tease around his nipples and the pressure continued to grow.
"Bren," he corrected himself. "I'm so sorry. Forgive me." He pressed their lips together. "You made me forget myself."
Caduceus raked his fingers up slowly through Caleb's hair, moaning softly at the returned attention to his ears before a long, pleased rumbled rolled through him with the movement of Caleb's other hand. The pleasure was incredible, the press against both his sheath and his cock.
"You don't feel full enough yet, darling?" Caduceus asked breathlessly, his voice almost two octaves lower. "You need me to try harder? You greedy little thing." He'd never thought he'd be one to enjoy pain to any extent, but the prickles on his scalp where Caleb pulled his hair did nothing but heighten all of his nerves. Which meant that when he began to evert again, the pleasure was almost overwhelming. Caleb was tight even without the addition of his finger, and now he was almost at the thickest part of his cock, knowing just how much that must be stretching him.
"Fuck," Caduceus groaned, his head dropping back so that he could try and calm his breathing, so that he could try and stop himself from just slamming up into Caleb, to draw out the rest of his length from his sheath, to finally fill his mate properly. The base of his cock ached in a way he had never felt before, and Caduceus just had to move, starting to roll his own hips as he held onto Caleb's keeping him in place to let Caduceus control the movement now. He needed to be in control. He needed Caleb to know that he would provide for him in every way.
"Nearly. Nearly all there. I need to be inside you," he panted, pained with the need to just press that aching part of him into Caleb, sure that that would help, that would make everything perfect.