Lifting his eyes, Caduceus watched Caleb's other hand lift to join the one he had pinned down, and it didn't take much thought for him to shift his grip, to stretch his fingers enough to wrap around both wrists and hold them in place against the pillows.
His lips curved into a smile against Caleb's throat at the praise, at knowing he was giving his boy everything he wanted. He kissed the spot he had just bruised and moved onto another, moaning softly at the wave after wave of pleasure that rolled through him with every rock of his hips. He could remove the bruises if Caleb wanted him to, of course, but they were being taken as they were intended right now, as a sign of his love and a sign of his passion.
Caduceus only needed to be asked once, Caleb need only say a word and Caduceus would give it to him. He lifted his head and pressed their lips together, kissing Caleb deeply as he continued to roll his hips, maintaining the same shallow thrusts because the base of his cock still just ached and it only really helped when it was rubbing in and out of Caleb's tight entrance. The kiss was slow and thorough, he wanted to take Caleb's breath away, he wanted his own senses to be consumed by everything Caleb.
He broke away to moan, his rhythm faltering. It was getting move difficult to move, as though Caleb was getting tighter. His cock was still stretching him open, but it was taking more effort with each press forward, with each deliciously aching push into Caleb's body.
"Caleb-" he rasped as he thrust forward once more, knowing that was going to be the last time. He wasn't going to be able to pull out again. The grip around his length was incredible, and the pulse in the base of his cock sent pleasure spiralling up through him. Caduceus panted against Caleb's lips, only able to roll his hips, to circle them, getting the tiniest bit of friction that was absolutely enough. He was amazed at how much it heightened his pleasure, how his knot felt filling his mate.
He choked out a moan, pushing in as deep as he could as he came. His grip on Caleb's wrists tightened momentarily, his body shaking through the waves that were so much more intense than they had been in the times before. Not just at the surprise from his own body, but knowing that it meant their chemistry had made his body believe that Caleb was his mate. His body wanted to claim him, his body wanted Caleb marked as his.
"Caleb, I love you," Caduceus whispered, breathless, everything still tingling wonderfully. "I love you. I've...knotted you. I've got you. My beautiful boy. Can you feel-?"