All it took was Essek looking down at the way that Caleb's orgasm blossomed across his face, the play of climax that illuminated his wizard's visage like the sun-- and he basked in it. It forced breath from Essek's lips, even as he felt the spray of come against his stomach, saw how it coated Caleb's chest, smearing in body hair-- and how that image turned him into a dirty hot mess.

The peek of what he could be-- they could be, enticed him enough that he felt his aching plum sacs clench, in tandem with walls around him that squeezed him mercilessly- and then Essek Thelyss-- normally so calm and composed-- he shattered into millions of fragments and yet firmly kept in place by Caleb's thighs, those arms.

He spilled deep and he spilled hard, open mouth before he bit against shoulder, a harmony of moans and pants as the slide became slick where walls dripped with his own release. There was no resistance now that he had filled Caleb and likely there was some displacement going on, certainly Caleb would feel wet seed as it could not keep itself inside with the movement.

And Essek a limp mess as he fell to resting against Caleb, would join Caleb fully in what they had done. Essek was normally fastidious but within safety of this moment, he did not care-- he welcomed the mark against his abdomen.