Caduceus smiled at the declaration of love. The words had slipped from his lips before he'd had time to stop them, because perhaps it wasn't right, perhaps he shouldn't feel that, perhaps he'd scare Caleb away, but he heard the reply, he knew the words. And as long as Caleb understood, as long as he knew everything was okay and that nothing bad was gong to happen to him, Caduceus could relax again.
Or relax as much as he could when Caleb rocked his hips. Caduceus moved his, too, trying to push himself in more, wanting to give Caleb what he needed, wanting to give him the friction that would bring him over. And it felt amazing when he did, as though the pleasure were cascading through him again. Once more he pressed his face against Caleb's neck, muffling the new moans that came with the clenching and rippling of muscles.
It took a few seconds after the shifting of Caleb's hands for Caduceus to to let him go, but he lifted them and instead tucked his arms beneath Caleb. He had no idea how long this was going to last, how long they were going to be joined together, but he wanted to make sure that Caleb was comfortable, that Caduceus could touch him and soothe him and take care of him.
As carefully as he could, Caduceus shifted onto his back and sat up, though each jostle felt so good it took all of his willpower to focus on what he was doing. And with Caleb in his lap he felt his knot press a little bit deeper still, his muscles tensing through a shiver of pleasure at the friction and the clench.
His arms wrapped around Caleb, holding him to his chest, tucking his head beneath his chin. This was nice This was good.
"You did so good. You feel amazing, my love. Such a good boy, Bren," Caduceus said softly, stroking his fingers through Caleb's hair, the other moving up and down his back. "I'm so proud of you. You took me to well," he continued to whisper, happy to do so until Caleb was fully with him again. But there was no rush. Whatever had happened Caduceus was willing to maintain as long as necessary.