Caleb absolutely wouldn't complain if that happened every time. It was easy enough to avoid if he wasn't feeling it - though he very much doubted that would ever be a concern. Caduceus could just pull out a bit before he finished and they could circumvent being tied together like that. Caleb could still be on top now and then if they wanted to do that, too, and he would still like to do that. But it had been amazing and he was elated to know that it might be a thing he could have all the time if he wanted. He also liked having some sort of confirmation that things between them were right. Not that he'd had any doubts. But it was still nice to have such certainty about it.
"Drifting, I guess..." Caleb hummed, nodding gently as Caduceus shifted them into a better position. He felt utterly satiated and it was far too easy for him to just settle in and drift back to an easy, sleepy sort of place against his chest. But he could form coherent thoughts and words now, which was more than he could say for himself just a few minutes ago.
"I think it started right at the beginning," he said, searching back through his own memory to find the exact moment he'd started to slip into that space. "Your voice dropped a bit and you-" He felt his cheeks go warm again and his stomach do another little flip like it had before. But he was struggling a bit to find the right words for everything, to express it in the right way without that blush getting completely out of control. He supposed he still had a lot of shame about his own sexuality and he was trying to reframe it. But expressing himself in this way wasn't the most comfortable thing for him to do.
He cleared his throat softly and shifted, reaching for a blanket. Just enough of a pause for him to sort his thoughts into a reasonable order again. "It's mostly the tone, I think. It always ignites something. This time it just kept rolling, though. Building. It started when you were feeding me," he finally confessed, still unsure why that was the thing that tripped his tongue up. "It's the way you tell me to do things, too, and how it sometimes makes me feel-" Another pause, another little trip where his mind screeched at him that talking about these things was inappropriate. He tried to quiet that voice and pressed on. "I sometimes feel a bit objectified," he said, quickly. "And I like that. The biting, too. And when you held me down. I think it started before that, though. I know that's when I really started to slip into it, but before that you-" He huffed slightly, frustrated with himself. "You... Oh, I don't know. It was like you were teasing me. You'd done it before when I said I liked the idea of you feeding me. And then again when you called me greedy. I feel like maybe I shouldn't have enjoyed that as much as I did."
Caleb understood it a lot better than he fully realized, though. It was the dual sides of praise and humiliation. It just drew something forward in him and left him an absolute mess. He could probably even pinpoint exactly where it came from if he really tried, but he thought he was doing well enough now that he wouldn't have to.
"I think, too," he added, though it was a lot already. He'd found a single small spark of confidence and he was running with it. "I finished without being touched and... I don't know, I can't explain that one. I don't know how to recreate it. But I think I mostly did that to myself. That though... Being held down was what sent me under and that last part just sealed it. It was everything, though. All of it together, building."