Caleb wished he could be more vocal during these things, that he could string a whole thought together and give Caduceus back just as much validation and reinforcement as he was giving to Caleb. But for as vast as his mind was, it was really only able to focus on one thing at a time. He was terrible at multitasking. And his mind was so overloaded by everything he was feeling already that it was close to a miracle when he was able to get out one word at a time. But he would have a whole list of things to tell him afterward, once he was settled again. Those thoughts were there, forming in the back of his mind, waiting their turn. For now, it was good that Caduceus was able to translate Caleb's murmurs and the few words that did get through. And if he wanted more from Caleb in that respect, he would ask for it, and he would do everything he could to give it.
It was even more of a shock, though, when Caduceus rolled them sideways and pressed him down into the bed. A moan caught in the back of his throat and he pressed up, bracing a foot on the bed so he could meet those deep thrusts with just as much enthusiasm. This he could focus on. He could show Caduceus how much he was enjoying it, he didn't need to say it out loud. Though his heavy moans may have been doing enough for him in that regard anyhow. But those moans stilled, suddenly, when Caduceus pinned his wrist to the pillow and Caleb felt himself sink into some place he'd only brushed against in the past. It was so good - so indescribably good. He sighed and his eyes fell closed, letting that vague buzzing feeling grow and spread across his skin. Instinctively, his other hand drew up to join it, the same position on the other side without needing to be held down.
And that, too, made it hit even harder when the last little bit of Caduceus thrust into him suddenly. It didn't shake him from that soft, warm place that he had sunk into, but it did draw a sharp moan out of him as he pushed himself even further onto Caduceus. The brief flicker of pain at the edge of his throat wasn't missed either, and that sent a hot jolt of need right down into his gut. It was beautiful, he was absolutely dizzy from all of it.
"There," he breathed, "just like that. That's perfect." That was what he had been chasing after, that last little bit and the blinding pleasure that rolled through him with it. He felt like his skin was going to be bruised after, from Caduceus' fingers and his teeth, but that was the most wonderful thought. He wore a lot of layers anyhow, no one would see, it would be just for the two of them. Unless he decided to show it to someone. Something aligned there, too. He had been marked so much against his will - the scars on his arms, the glowing eyes of the Nonagon that were strangely absent from his body here. This was something he wanted. This was Caduceus marking and claiming him so he wouldn't forget how much he was loved.
"Kiss me?" he murmured, turning his head gently so he could brush his cheek against Caduceus' hair. Not that what he was doing wasn't absolutely incredible, but he wanted to taste him. He wanted to feel the full length of Caduceus' body pressed against his own.