He hasn't been in Rexxentrum long. Yussa arrived only a month ago with the intent of starting his new role when the Solstryce Academy's next term begins. He has spent the time since them making himself comfortable in the home he's secured here, which has included creating a teleportation circle that will take him back to his tower in Nicodranas whenever he wishes. That sort of freedom is paramount given that he has not set foot in this city in decades, mostly to avoid a hassle.
Being in a new place has given him cause to explore. He does it at his own pace, but that is how Yussa Errenis finds himself in a certain club. He likes the atmosphere, he feels slightly more comfortable there than he has in other places. The second or third time he goes, he catches sight of a handsome human man, one he is certain he hasn't seen before. It is impossible to miss him after that.
After several scattered nights of eye contact across rooms, the young man with the stunning blue eyes finally finds the courage to make a move. Or maybe it was Yussa who moved first, but in the end it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that they have finally connected.
The young man is... exciting. There is an earnestness about him that Yussa finds attractive. It's easy enough from there to drinks and share flirtation to be certain their interests and intent are the same, and then a bit more than that to gauge chemistry - the conclusion is that they have plenty. And that's likely how they ended up in one of the bathrooms. For some illusion of privacy, they lock themselves behind a stall door. At once Yussa thinks he is too old for this and interested in nothing else the moment Caleb's hands are on him again. Even in heeled boots, Yussa remains a few inches shorter than the other man.
He tries to brace himself against one of the walls as their mouths meet again. This part has become more urgent, and he finds himself welcoming it.
With the meager anonymity afforded by a locked stall door, Caleb covers the smaller man's body with his, pressing him against the wall behind him. The urgent heat in their kisses builds in intensity with every wet slide of lips, press of tongue, or grind of clothed skin to clothed skin. This man is intoxicating. His mere presence, the force of his personality, his confidence and intelligence and beauty, has clouded Caleb's mind far more than anything he's had to drink tonight.
Though he's found companionship here before, it's been some time since he's been quite this reckless. He tends not to jump into things so quickly, cautious about who he gets close to even temporarily. But Yussa is amazing in a way that he would be a fool to pass up. A little risk is warranted, even demanded. This may be the first time they've met, but Caleb has seen him on several nights over the last few weeks--and he's seen Yussa looking back.
His bare stomach has been drawing Caleb's eye all night, and now it draws his hands. Warm, rough palms frame his waist as Caleb's lips trail from mouth to jaw, then down his neck.
"Let me get on my knees for you," he implores, his voice lowered to a husk. He's been growing aroused since their flirting began to escalate, and pressed against Yussa it is readily apparent how hard he is already in his dark jeans.
The difference in their size quickly becomes apparent again as Caleb's hands slide over his waist. Yussa arches into his touch and his fingers curl in the younger man's hair as his mouth trails down his neck. The sound of his voice is intoxicating, that warm, low rasp is almost enough to make Yussa squirm. Never mind the firm press of Caleb's cock against hip, trapped behind denim.
What a sweet thing, begging to get to his knees like that. Yussa pushes Caleb's head back enough to kiss him again. His fingers slide from Caleb's hair to stroke along his jaw.
"Go on," he murmurs. There is no answering hardness there, and Yussa has a momentary flicker of--not uncertainty. But he braces himself to manage this should Caleb decide what he finds is not what he wants. Yussa has been careful to allude to some things, but not everyone catches that. Perhaps he should have been more blunt.
But gods, he wants to see this man on his knees. He's wet, and he hasn't indulged with another person in quite some time.
Caleb's breath catches as Yussa's lips leave his again and his slender fingers trace the stubbled line of his jaw. His permission is so simple, but so assured it makes his cock throb. His pale skin is flushed, his blue eyes dark with desire, and he takes one more grateful kiss before he sinks to his knees.
He can feel cool tile through his jeans, but it doesn't matter where he is. What matters is Yussa's warm brown skin under his lips as he mouths from his hip to the waist of his pants, where his clever fingers are already working the button open and pulling down the zipper. He wants to taste this man. He wants to lose himself in giving him pleasure and think of nothing else.
Intelligent and observant as he is, Yussa's allusions during conversation and current evidence are more than enough information for Caleb to draw the correct conclusion. There is no surprise and certainly no disappointment when he slides the elf's pants down his thighs and finds his smalls damp. He doesn't hesitate to press his mouth there with a low moan, feeling the heat of his cunt as his tongue wets the fabric still more.
Some little bit of tension unwinds as Caleb doesn't hesitate even a second once Yussa's pants are lower. Still, he isn't anticipating how much Caleb's eager attention gets to him. He tries to hold back a moan but his hand presses against the back of the young man's head as his tongue presses against his wet smalls. Yussa can feel the heat through the fabric and his hips jump, trying to grind closer as he seeks the pleasure offered to him.
His free hand presses against the wall behind Caleb for balance. Yussa makes himself relax, releasing that tight hold on the other man's hair though he offers no apology. He'll be more careful, but gods he wants to encourage this. It's been too long since he's had this.
"Come on," he urges, voice tighter than he'd like it to be.
Drawing a moan from Yussa already is deeply encouraging, and Caleb ceases his attentions only when the other man removes his hand from his hair, pulling back just enough to look up at him and speak. "Nein," he protests, a soft groan. "Hold as tightly as you like. Please."
He needs no further encouragement to get to his task. Single-minded and eager, Caleb's fingers hook into his smalls and draw them down his thighs as well. Finally he puts his mouth exactly where it belongs. His hands clutch at Yussa's hips and his tongue parts his folds in a firm lick, curling as it reaches his clit to roll over it again and again.
The taste of him, the scent of his arousal, and the silky, blood-hot sensitive skin under his mouth--this is everything Caleb wanted. He barely hears the music from the club filtering into the bathroom, but he is hyper-aware of every sound Yussa makes, every twitch of muscle--every demand, voiced or not.
He closes his eyes the moment Caleb's tongue runs up his slit with determination. The way Caleb grips his hips is just as exciting and Yussa tests it as soon as Caleb starts giving more dedicated attention to his clit. He grinds closer and his hand stays firm on the back of the younger man's head.
Yussa must admit to himself that part of the appeal of this is just how pliant Caleb is as he offers himself, his mouth, for use. The temptation to take advantage of the position is almost overwhelming and Yussa tries to refrain--for now. He wants to see what Caleb is capable of without his insistent intervention.
He leans into the hand he has braced against the wall and he allows himself to moan, just loud enough to be heard in the space they share.
Caleb's grip is more to steady himself than to stop Yussa from moving, so he'll find that he's very able and welcome to fuck Caleb's mouth in whatever way suits him. For now, Caleb is doing plenty of that himself. He belongs here on his knees in attentive supplication, his face between Yussa's thighs without a care for how his wet cunt is making a slick mess of him from nose to chin. He laps along his slit, dips the tip of his tongue teasingly past his entrance, and closes his slick lips around his swollen clit with a rumbling, pleased hum.
His eyes slip open as he gives an eager suck, attentive and striking blue. Caleb gazes up at the lovely elven man leaning over him and finds he is inevitably enthralled by his eyes in turn. Gold. He'd noticed that stunning feature right away. There is so much more about this man he wants to discover, to know. Perhaps if he proves himself now, he'll be allowed.
The hand cupping the back of his head ensures he stays right where he is, which is just how he likes it. Beyond his obvious physical beauty, the air of effortless authority Yussa possesses is a large part of what he'd found so immediately attractive about him. Caleb is harder than he's been in months just from this, from being used, from being useful to such a man.
Yussa's fingers tighten when he meets Caleb's gaze. His thighs tremble and he makes a more concerted effort not to make noise beyond is already heavy breathing. But he finds he can't stay silent.
"That's it," he encourages, because such work deserves some praise. Ridiculously, he's excited by the prickle of the other man's beard against his most sensitive places.
He finds he wants very much to get a leg between Caleb's, to feel the press of his hard cock against his boot. But given that his smalls and his trousers are only just down around his thighs, he'll have to save that thought. The last thing he wants is to compromise his balance or change Caleb's position when he is so thoroughly enjoying himself. With a little smirk, his free hand makes a vague gesture and Yussa whispers something that's lost beneath the bass thudding through the walls. But he has a piece of copper wire wrapped around his finger, and a few seconds later Caleb can hear his voice in his ear.
"You look like you belong right where you are," he purrs, managing to sound less breathless than he feels. "Do you want me to come on your face, Caleb?"
Seems polite to ask. Given the sheer skill and enthusiasm of Caleb's mouth, it's going to happen soon. Yussa can feel it building.
Caleb's mouth is very busy, so the moan he that rises from his throat when Yussas's voice purrs directly into his mind is muffled. Yussa is right; he does belong here. With Message, he is able to respond, but his tongue is doing something so much more important than speaking, rubbing tight up against his clit.
But gods, of course he wants that. Nothing would be more satisfying.
His tongue pulls back to lick Yussa's slick from his lips, and he murmurs a single word for the spell to carry to the other arcanist's ear.
"Please."
He could beg more prettily, but something tells him that Yussa will appreciate his work more than his words. He licks into his cunt like his starving for it. His hands slide from his hips down to his thighs and his tongue presses as deep inside him as he can make it reach. The sensation, all tight velvety heat, draws another helpless moan from Caleb's throat. Reflexive, his hips gives a sharp little rock into empty air, but Caleb hasn't even bothered to open his pants, let alone touch himself. His hands have been on Yussa all this time, squeezing gently and rubbing appreciatively over his soft skin.
While his arousal is persistent and aching, Caleb has deliberately not acknowledged it. In this encounter, it is Yussa's pleasure he finds most gratifying. He wants to dedicate himself fully to that. The needs of his own body are present, enjoyable as background noise, but unimportant.
"Good--" That is as much as he manages before his breath catches in his throat. He moans and his back arches as the young man's tongue pushes inside him. His cunt squeezes briefly around it and he tries not to buck against Caleb's mouth. Gods, has it been so long that he's become easy, or is it a testament to Caleb's skills? Yussa chooses to think it's the latter.
It doesn't matter: the effect is the same.
Yussa moans sharply the next time Caleb's lips and tongue find his clit and he shivers hard over the younger man. His hips move rhythmically as he chases his pleasure. It builds to a sharp, delicious crescendo and he presses harder than he means to against the back of Caleb's head as his orgasm snaps through him. Seconds later, his hand goes lax in Caleb's hair, barely holding on at all as he's wracked with pleasure.
When Yussa's hips begin rolling down, grinding against his mouth, Caleb becomes especially pliant, offering his tongue to rub off against and moving where Yussa directs him. Though his knees are starting to twinge a little from time spent against the hard floor, it is a distant feeling, and he puts it far from his mind. His arousal too, warm and thrumming beneath his skin, but not a focus. Allowing Yussa to use him, becoming a tool for his pleasure, takes up the entirety of his attention, and it is blissful.
Though it is everything he's been working toward, it almost feels as though Yussa's orgasm happens too soon. Caleb would gladly gladly do this for twice as long--an hour, the rest of the night. But he may be in luck; one thing he's always envied about people with this arrangement of anatomy is their ability to come again and again without the kind of rest in between rounds that he needs. If Yussa is at all interested, Caleb will make him come as many times as he wants to tonight.
Still, the adrenaline-fueled excitement and pure satisfaction that sink through him when Yussa presses hard against him at the moment of his peak is second to nothing. A soft, eager whine lingers in the back of Caleb's throat as his lover's grip goes slack. He keeps the brush of lips and tongue gentle as he works him through it, taking a firm grip on his thighs to make sure Yussa stays on his feet.
A soft, ragged moan escapes him as Caleb sweetly works him through the delicious little shocks that come after - or maybe he's the cause of them. He nearly loses his balance, might have, if not Caleb's hands on his hips. Yussa indulges in the perfect caress of Caleb's tongue a little longer before he finally draws his hips back. Not far, just enough to make himself clear.
He doesn't move otherwise, save to press his other hand against the wall behind Caleb. He pants for breath, eyes nearly closed as he relishes the pleasure still rolling through him. He stays like that, possibly for too long considering it keeps Caleb on his knees. But, after another moment, Yussa eases back to lean against the opposite wall - thankfully not very far in the small stall - so that Caleb can at least get up without knocking him over.
It's his pleasure, genuinely, to help Yussa wring every bit of pleasure from those little aftershocks that he can. When he pulls away, Caleb swallows audibly and licks his lips again, sitting back on his heels and watching Yussa take his time coming back to himself above him. Getting to see him panting, still a bit unsteady on his own legs, is a reward itself. The moment stretches on, wonderfully intimate despite their location.
Caleb's hands gently release Yussa's hips and fall to his own lap. Finally, with a sharp breath, he takes hold of his own cock through his jeans, but he is simply adjusting himself so that his erection isn't quite so obvious. When Yussa moves, he pushes himself to his feet without a word about it, wincing only as his knees complain.
Though he once again towers over the smaller man, Caleb's shoulders hunch inward in a way that makes him seem to take up a little less space. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, leaving a wet smear over his skin and making very little impact on the glistening mess covering his lips and chin.
"Thank you," he says, soft and a little hoarse, and means it.
Yussa watches Caleb get to his feet, noticing for the first time the way he makes himself smaller. Had he done that before? He'd been paying attention to other things. After the young man attempts to clean his face, Yussa makes a small gesture and speaks a soft word to cast Prestidigitation. Really, it's the least he can do. Even in this light he can see the... impact of his arousal.
The hoarse quality to Caleb's voice earns a faint smirk. He considers the young man in front of him - including the obvious bulge in his pants, despite his attempts to make it less apparent - and he considers his options.
Maybe it's reckless to invite a stranger into his home, but Yussa is certain he can manage should Caleb turn out to be anything but what he appears.
Oh, Prestidigitation--that's convenient. Caleb rubs his fingers over his newly clean face with a murmur of thanks. He'd been planning to wash up in the sink (they are in a bathroom, after all), but now he need not even bother with that.
He shifts just a little under Yussa's scrutiny, nervous despite giving what seems to have been a fairly stellar performance. His posture gets even worse, knowing that he's being evaluated, and he has to keep his hands from rubbing at his forearms through his long-sleeved shirt. Though it feels like the seconds drag by, in truth it is only a handful before Yussa apparently judges him worthy of further attention.
"Ja," he answers quickly, clearly relieved. "I would like that. Anywhere that will be easier on my knees is good." He smiles at his own joke, and though Yussa is a good deal shorter, Caleb still manages to look at him through his lashes, a little bashful now that their momentum has slowed.
"Good. I can certainly offer something more comfortable." Yussa's fingers curl, gripping Caleb's shirt as he draws the younger man closer to him. He looks up into those lovely blue eyes, then speaks the spell to teleport them straight to his home.
Seconds later, with a rush of arcane energy, they appear in a dim sitting room with a large, very comfortable-looking sectional. Yussa can't help but feel a bit pleased with himself - possibly bolstered by the wine he'd been enjoying not long before they disappeared into the bathroom together.
"Better?" he inquires, voice soft and warm. Even in the dim light, the large windows are unmistakable. Rather than showing the night lights and skyline of Rexxentrum, however, they show a dark sky filled with stars. Yussa draws back, slowly backing up until he can sit on the edge of the chaise part of the couch.
Caleb barely has a moment to register what is happening before he is shunted through space, a spell on the older man's lips that he is only just now working on teaching himself.
They appear in a beautiful space, one Caleb can only assume to be Yussa's home. It certainly suits him. But even as he takes in the windows, the greenery, the comfortable and elegant furniture, he is marveling at the wizard backing away to settle on the couch.
His confident, casual spellcasting had indicated to Caleb that he was an experienced practitioner; only someone with years of practice and familiarity with the arcane casts the way that Yussa does, even with cantrips. But now he knows for certain that he is powerful. An effortless casting of Teleport is no small feat. How does Yussa just keep getting more attractive?
"That was an impressive bit of spellwork," he says, hushed and a little awed, only registering that he's been asked a question a moment later. "Ah--yes, please." He is only human; his eyes aren't at all useful in the dark. "Being able to see you would be preferable."
"Less impressive when you consider everything I'm wearing is from this place, and that I have spent every day here for months," he quips. Teleporting is not easy, he will not say that it is - it can go very wrong very quickly for the inexperienced or the brash. But, all of the factors he's listed make this considerably easier. The only thing that would make it more so is a circle, which... he is still considering.
When Caleb requests more light, Yussa flicks a hand. The faint glow in the room - offered by lanterns throughout the room - becomes brighter but still allows for soft ambiance. It's certainly better lighting than the club bathroom, or even the bar.
"There." Yussa takes a moment to get a better look at Caleb. He keeps his gaze on the other man as he leans down to get his boots off. "Won't you join me?"
"Even so, it is powerful magic," Caleb insists, unwilling to be deterred by Yussa's attempt to downplay it. A wizard doesn't learn that spell in the first place until they are exceptionally advanced. Caleb is powerful enough himself, and he hasn't gotten there yet. Not the version without a landing circle, at least.
When Yussa waves the lights on--or brighter, at least--Caleb blinks to adjust. The glow is soft, atmospheric, but enough to see by. The room is still more beautiful properly illuminated. As is Yussa.
"Of course," he agrees, a little breathless. Gods, the lighting at the bar had not done Yussa justice. His skin is not only a lovely rich brown, but the undertone is warm and golden. The fine lines around his eyes and other subtle markers of age in his face only serve to make him more handsome. And his eyes--the way they reflect the light makes them look molten. Caleb can't join him fast enough.
Still ignoring the bulge of his erection, which has barely flagged at all in the last several minutes, Caleb hopes he is interpreting the invitation correctly when he lowers himself to the floor in front of Yussa and reaches for his boots to take over removing them.
Yussa will be able to get a very good look at Caleb like this; his blue eyes, his flushed and freckled skin, his long red hair half tied back, but discheveled from Yussa sinking his hand into it. His long-sleeved henley, dark jeans, and boots are simple, and the shirt in particular is slightly too big on his slim frame. The top two buttons are undone, showing a hint of collarbone. What really stands out about his attire, though, is his book harness--absent his books tonight, per Beauregard's recommendation. The dark brown leather straps with their bronze buckles, clearly well used and well cared for, cross over his body in a way that flatters his proportions, accentuating the span of his shoulders in contrast to the taper of his waist.
The beautiful rug he is kneeling on beside the couch is a great improvement on thr bathroom floor, and he can't help noting as much with amusement. "My knees are feeling better already," he quips, eyes bright as he glances up.
Yussa sits up as Caleb sinks to his knees. He finds it fascinating that it is such an easy thing for him, to the point that it is the first thing the younger man does when he's invited closer. He relaxes while Caleb works on freeing him from his boots. As he works on one, Yussa's other foot presses against Caleb's groin, and he swears he can feel how hard he is through the sole of his shoe.
And he can't help but notice the familiar lines of a book harness. He runs his fingers over the worn but strong leather, appreciating how it feels and how it looks. He has a better idea of Caleb's shape now, and he decides he's invested in seeing him completely, if they can get that far. It isn't' that Caleb strikes him as skittish, or even that he sees any hesitance - none, judging by that performance in the bathroom - but the setting is different now. The chemistry hasn't changed, but the urgency has died down. Well, his urgency has.
He slips his fingers beneath a strap on the harness, and he relinquishes the pressure on Caleb's cock when he feels the other man's hands on his ankle. He'll have to play nice for a few seconds if he wants his boots off completely, so he does. But he doesn't let go of the harness.
"I should hope so," he says lightly, a smile playing on his mouth. "I won't even make you stay there all night."
Caleb is diligent but efficient as he works on Yussa's first boot, though his progress is interrupted when the second moves between his legs. Pressing down over his cock, Yussa applies just enough pressure to make his eyes flutter closed and force him to take a loud, shuddering breath just to keep from making an even more pathetic noise. Heat spreads through him like a drop of ink through water, intensified by Yussa hooking his fingers under the straps of his harness. There is something he finds deeply erotic about the way his instinct toward submission, his need to please, and his embarassment at his own arousal intersect like this, and Yussa handles him so perfectly he can barely believe it.
Luckily he manages to finish his work before he can do anything as mortifying as grinding against the sole of Yussa's boot--though it is tempting. The pressure is released, to both his relief and dismay, and he concentrates on the leather under his hands rather than the aching throb of his cock. Quickly enough he eases the second boot off as well, stroking his thumb along the high arch of Yussa's foot as he does.
Looking up again and catching sight of that smile makes his stomach flip in hopeful anticipation. "I would not complain if you did," he husks. "It is probably apparent by now, but I enjoy being...useful. Spending the night tending to your needs, whatever they may be, would make me very happy." The admission makes his face burn, but he doesn't hesitate to say it. He knows what he likes, and Yussa seems like he could take control of him in exactly the way he longs for as effortlessly as he cast Teleport.
They met at a kink club; he hopes this isn't too surprising. Would it be too much to hope that Yussa saw this in him and wanted him because of it?
His smile grows into something a little sharper, not cruel, but very aware of the dynamic they are creating. Yussa enjoys the care Caleb is taking with him, and he is thrilled that his decision to indulge has paid off. The raw desire in the way Caleb looks at him and the flush in his face as he confesses what he wants are just as appealing as the sweetness of his touch.
The admission isn't a surprise, but Yussa couldn't have anticipated just how well matched they are.
"Come here," he murmurs. He keeps his grip on the harness and eases back along the chaise, encouraging Caleb to join him there. And as soon as the younger man is close enough, Yussa's other hand slides boldly over the shape of his erection, still trapped behind his clothes. He offers a firm rub and finds he has to take a deep breath of his own. Caleb's voice is delicious, his cadence and accent deeply appealing. Yussa will not deny himself the chance to hear it more tonight.
He pulls on the harness again and leans up to kiss Caleb. Even after casting Prestidigitation, he can still catch a hint of his own taste on Caleb's lips and tongue. Yussa licks into the younger man's mouth, then breaks the kiss enough to speak.
"If you are going to tend to my needs, you'll have to undress me further."
What can Caleb do but follow? Intrigued, he allows Yussa to pull him along by his harness up onto the chaise. Hovering over the other man on his hand and knees, he groans a curse under his breath in Zemnian as Yussa cups him through his jeans, offering a firm stroke that is more than Caleb has allowed himself all night. His cock throbs at the attention, and Caleb's focus is brought back to his own arousal, which he has otherwise been very successful at ignoring.
It is the perfect way to render him distracted and receptive for the kiss that follows, which steals his breath and immediately makes him want more. He'd be pleased for Yussa to spend the rest of the night kissing him like that. When his eyes slide open again, there is a moment where he both looks and feels slightly dazed as he gazes down at the other wizard.
"How much further?"
It seems pertinent to ask, even if he's already responsible for halfway removing Yussa's pants and smalls once tonight. He thinks he might have felt the edge of a binder under his shirt earlier, in retrospect. As much as he would love to undress Yussa entirely, he doesn't want to be the cause of any discomfort.
"You can start with everything from the waist down," he says, still quietly confident. Yussa can't imagine not removing his shirt, but they can get to that in a moment. He lays back, looking terribly indulgent as he relaxes against the cushions and pillows behind him.
His pulse has picked up again and he takes a steadying breath. Gods, it's unreasonable how much he wants this. Feeling Caleb's cock through his pants has fanned the flames of his desire and very suddenly and very sharply, Yussa wants more of him.
He keeps his gaze on Caleb as he starts to unbutton his blouse.
"You should undress as well. At least down to your smalls."
After Yussa specifies, Caleb gets to work. He's done this once already; the second time isn't so hurried. Yussa looks devastatingly attractive lounging there lazily undoing the buttons of his own shirt, and Caleb glances back and forth as he eases first his pants and then his smalls all the way down his legs this time.
He takes in Yussa's bared bronze skin with bright-eyed hunger. They were so rushed before; now he slides his hands slowly and appreciatively up along Yussa's thighs, thumbs dipping in to trace his hip bones, then his waist. His eyes flicker up at the following request, and his lips curl subtly. He can do that, but...
Yussa finishes unbuttoning his shirt and leaves it open, exposing the binder beneath. It might be more of a bandeau if not for the structure it has. He relaxes again, thighs spreading easily as Caleb's warm hands slide over his legs and hips. He lifts a brow at the younger man's hesitation, but he makes a very good point. Yussa tips his head and a smile flickers across his mouth.
"Put it back on after you remove your shirt," he says at last. Caleb can always take it off later if the leather chafes or anything like that, but Yussa sees no reason not to enjoy the aesthetic and utility if Caleb is offering it.
He shifts his hips, absently getting more comfortable. He's still wet - the quick trip from the club has done nothing to quell his arousal and, if anything, has given him time to recover.
Caleb feels salvia flood his mouth as his eyes rake over Yussa, taking him in for the first time with the kind of time and attention he deserves. Desire is plain on his face watching even the subtle movement of his hips as he relaxes. Between his legs, his sex is temptingly flushed and glistening with arousal, and Caleb knows he would find his folds hot and tender to the touch. He hasn't gotten to yet--not with his fingers; just his tongue, his lips--but he knows.
Distractedly, Caleb gives a low hum, understanding and agreement, and leans down to kiss the newly exposed skin between Yussa's collarbone and the top of his binder. His hands sweep back down to the crux of his hips, where the rough pad of a thumb dips down to drag lightly over his beautifully swollen clit. His breath hitches.
Stay on task. Yussa has asked him to undress, and he hasn't done it yet. Tearing his gaze away, he mutters an apology in Zemnian and makes himself sit up, knelt where he is across Yussa's knees, and shrug the harness from his shoulders. It is the work of only a few moments to pull his shirt up over his head and discard it by the side of the couch, then pull the harness back on to hopefully add some interest to his skinny frame and distract a little from the latticework of scars covering his forearms. He has never worn it directly against his skin before, but the leather is treated well and worn enough not to scratch.
His pants are another matter. For one, he is still wearing his boots. With a soft grunt and a somewhat reluctant look, he makes himself stand and unlace his boots, taking much less care with their removal than he had with Yussa's. As soon as they're loose enough, he toes them off, and sets them to the side where they won't continue to track dirt onto the rug.
After that, he finally moves to his jeans. Popping open the button and dragging the fly down feels almost orgasmic itself (he gasps, soft but audible), as restrictive as the denim has been around long sustained and long ignored erection. He dares a glance up at Yussa again as he does this and finds he can't look away. Pushing his jeans down his slim hips is a further release of pressure, the hard line of his cock barely hidden by the thin grey cotton of his smalls. At the head, the fabric is darker and clinging, clearly damp.
Yussa breathes a soft sigh as Caleb presses a warm kiss to his chest. His hips lift, rocking toward the younger man's thumb as he offers that slow stroke. It takes some effort not to sound disappointed when Caleb pulls away again to do the thing that Yussa has asked him to.
He tips his head as Caleb strips out of his shirt and then pulls his harness back on. Seeing the leather against bare skin is appealing, as is the possibility of being able to grab and hold onto it should he choose to. A smirk ticks the corner of his mouth when Caleb seems to realize it will take more effort to get his boots off. Yussa props his elbow on the pillows piled behind him and rests his head against his curled fingers. His interest sharpens again as the younger man works his way out of his jeans. He's been hard all this time with no relief.
He can't help but notice the damp spot on the gray fabric or tHe tempting shape of Caleb's cock. Yussa keeps his eyes on Caleb's face, holding his gaze as his free hand slips down between his legs. His fingers brush up along his slit and down again. His cunt throbs and he spreads his thighs more as he lifts a brow expectantly.
"That's fine for now," he says, determined to keep his voice even. "Come here."
As if Yussa has him on the end of an invisible lead--or has cast Command, though he knows that isn't the case--Caleb feels pulled by that firm instruction. It is the easiest thing in the world to obey, because watching Yussa spread his legs and touch himself like that ensures that he wants to do nothing else.
He returns to the chaise on his hands and knees, though this time he fits himself between Yussa's legs rather than hovering over them. His thighs slide beneath Yussa's, bringing them close enough that his clothed cock throbs mere inches from where his fingers stroke along his slit. Caleb's hands find his slender hips again, covering them easily, and he leans down to soundly kiss the smirk from his mouth, sharing the lingering taste of his cunt as his tongue presses past his lips.
Not only is Caleb eager to show his enthusiasm, he just can't help it. Whatever Yussa wants from him, he can't imagine doing anything but happily obliging. There are things he wants, of course, but nothing he wouldn't forgo in favor of Yussa's preferences. Ultimately what will leave him feeling good is knowing that he gave this man exactly what he was looking for.
That smirk stays right until their mouths meet. Yussa leans into the kiss, lips parting as Caleb shares the taste still on his tongue. He catches the younger man's bottom lip in a gentle bite, teeth dragging before they meet in another eager kiss.
Yussa tips his hips and his fingers leave his cunt in favor of holding Caleb's hip. He closes the scant distance between them until he can feel Caleb's cock pressed against him, nothing but a thin piece of fabric between them. That certainly won't save the other man from feeling how wet Yussa is as he grinds against the shape of his erection.
"Do you want to be inside me?" he murmurs, quietly breathless after that kiss. It's a question he's quite certain he already knows the answer to, but he wants to hear it. It's been some time since Yussa was with a partner like this and he has no intention of denying himself anything.
Though he feels Yussa's hips lifting beneath his hands, Caleb is still unable to stop the desperate groan that breaks free from somewhere low in his chest when the wet heat of Yussa's cunt seeps through the fabric between them. It both is and isn't a tease; Yussa puts real intent behind the slow grind, and it is distractingly good, especially as the first real contact his dick has gotten all night. Caleb is very aware that he could come like this--it probably wouldn't even take long. But there is also more on offer.
"Yes," he breathes, predictably. Who could say no to that? They're so close he can feel Yussa's words against his lips. His hands squeeze his hips almost restlessly, but then his grip gets firm, and Caleb grinds back. As Yussa's hips lift, his drop, and his cock thrusts slow and sweet along his slit. Caleb shudders. The fabric between them is more than damp. "Very badly."
When he was giving head in the bathroom, Caleb would have been perfectly content to return to the club without coming at all. So anything more than that is just extra--or so he thought. But now Yussa is dangling before him what he aches for most (of course it is; he doesn't mind being predictable in this) and Caleb wants.
The way Caleb grabs his hips and rocks against him earns a soft, startled moan. The bulge of Caleb's cock is lined up just right. Gods, he wants it. But he supposes that has been evident since Caleb got to his knees earlier. He could probably get off like this if they kept their angle right.
Is it wicked to wonder how long he can keep this lovely young man with him? At the least, Yussa has every intention of offering satisfaction and thoroughly seeing to his own. A bit of stress relief and working off energy before he sets foot in a classroom for the first time in decades.
"You'll have to do more work first," he breathes. The requirement is twofold: it's been some years since Yussa was with a partner and he's keen to see Caleb apply all of his talents. As he speaks, Yussa grinds against Caleb again.
"Show me that your fingers are as good as your tongue."
The low sound Caleb makes this time as Yussa rubs against him is undeniably pleased. When he leans back to look down at the elf beneath him, it is with both warm amusement and intense heat.
"That is exactly the sort of work I was hoping to do tonight," he says with a flicker of a smile, that appealing rasp still in his voice. "But I hope you will not mind the use of my tongue again as well."
That he has to put a little distance between their bodies to make this workable is a little frustrating, admittedly, after this very pleasant grinding has gotten him all wound up. But he wants to touch Yussa more than he wants to continue that way, and he wants to fuck him most of all. So he kneels back a little, just enough that he can comfortably trail his hands inward along Yussa's thighs and get the right angle for his fingers when he reaches his center.
Caleb has been aching for this, and finally he drags two fingers against Yussa's cunt, feeling his stomach clench with a powerful spike of arousal as he does. He's as slick as he expected, his folds blood hot and easily held open by the thumb of his other hand. Knelt between his legs, Caleb has the most incredible view as he stirs the pads of his fingers against the pliant, sensitive opening of Yussa's cunt, collecting the evidence of his need and rubbing it over the tender, stiff bud of his clit in a slow, firm circle.
"I'd welcome it," he assures as Caleb moves to get into a better position. Yussa relaxes into the cushions as Caleb's fingers rub against his opening, teasing out more wetness before stroking over his clit. Even that careful touch earns a shiver and Yussa almost laughs at the spike of his own impatience. He knows, very well, that he ought not rush this part and that he is not the only one who will be impacted if he does. He imagines that Caleb would assume a lot of - if not all - responsibility if Yussa should be hurt in any way.
Besides, the younger man has made clear how eager he is for this. Yussa shouldn't deny him the pleasure of it. He draws one leg up, keeping it bent and out of the way to open himself up a bit more, to give Caleb more room to work and to look as much as he likes.
As Yussa bend a leg up toward his body, Caleb's tongue wets his lips, unconscious and reflexive. The space is appreciated, it makes it easier for him, but really it's the visual that goes right to his cock.
"Gods," he sighs, barely audible under his breath. A little louder, he says, "You are..." He swallows, shaking his head with a soft huff of incredulous laughter. How had he gotten lucky enough to wind up here? Yussa is absolutely fucking stunning, from his golden eyes and plush, kissable mouth to his gorgeous cunt. "Ridiculously hot."
His fingers swap places again, and with his pulse jumping in anticipation, he finally crooks his index finger to ease it past his opening. Yussa is beautifully slick with arousal, and he presses his finger slowly inside--more slowly than Caleb had expected he'd have to, honestly, though thankfully he manages to stifle his surprise.
Though Yussa's cunt yields to the penetration, and he's wonderfully hot and wet, he is also incredibly tight. Caleb gets his finger in to the last knuckle and curls it gently before an equally gradual withdrawal and rock back in, establishing a rhythm, albeit a slow one. He can feel the pressure of Yussa's walls around him, the stretch as he pushes carefully against them, and it is both erotic and startling. Does Yussa not usually let others fuck him? That is a heady thought.
"How does that feel?" he asks, glancing from between Yussa's legs to his face. Caleb knows now what kind of care he will have to take, and is more than prepared to do so. He is even more eager for it now, if that is possible.
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb's finger slides into him. It's a gentle stretch and he rocks his hips subtly as Caleb curls it inside him. He's missed this feeling, having a partner rather than a toy or clever spell.
"Good," he murmurs. "It's been some time."
He can give Caleb that confession, it can only help at this point. Yussa plucks at the laces on his binder - a zipper might be easier, but he prefers the aesthetic. The knot comes loose and he takes a deeper breath as the binder opens. That exposes his breasts, small but certainly noticeable on his slender frame.
The confession more or less confirms what Caleb had already been imagining, and he nods in understanding. "I do not do this much either," he admits in solidarity, expression softening. But he clearly knows what he is doing, fucking Yussa open with every slow thrust of his finger inside him and letting his thumb rub back and forth over his clit at the same pace.
When Yussa opens his binder, Caleb's attention is drawn there and stays. He hadn't been counting on him removing it at all, so it certainly feels like a privilege. His breasts are small and pert, and Caleb immediately wants to gather them in his hands. Instead he braces his free hand on the couch and leans over Yussa, presses his lips to the spot just behind his ear and trails kisses down his neck from there, breathing in the spicy scent of his cologne and tasting the salt of his skin. A second finger waits to join the first inside him, rubbing lightly at his entrance without pushing in just yet.
"You feel amazing," he murmurs between kisses, dragging that first finger in and out, in and out. Gods, how is he going to last at all when he's been hard all this time and those soft walls are squeezing around his cock?
Caleb's steady attention works its wonders. Slowly, his body yields and relaxes more and Yussa subtly rocks his hips, chasing the rub of the other man's thumb and the gentle thrust of his finger. He makes a quiet sound as Caleb leans over him, trailing kisses down his neck - goosebumps rise and fade again as a delicious shiver races down his back. He can felt the gentle press of another finger near his entrance, a promise not yet realized.
His hands slide over Caleb's arms and shoulders, one continues into his red hair. His fingers curl and give a gentle tug, coaxing Caleb up so that they can meet in another kiss. There's more heat behind this one and his tongue sweeps into Caleb's mouth and he can't help a soft moan as the finger inside him moves just so. Slick walls briefly squeeze before he relaxes again.
"Try another," he murmurs. Yussa feels ready, and he knows it will be a stretch either way. "I want you to make me come again before I let you have me."
That seems more than fair, given Caleb's dedication to getting him off before.
It's only Caleb's remarkable manual coordination--the hallmark of a good wizard--that keeps his finger moving inside Yussa at the same pace as the other man pulls lightly at his hair and slides his tongue past his lips in a deep, heated kiss. He's drawn in completely, his own desperate need pulled back to the surface as he feels his cunt tighten with just the right curl of his finger. He'll remember to do that again.
"I think I can manage that," he murmurs breathlessly. What Yussa asks for, he gets. Caleb presses a second finger into him alongside the first and has to suck in a sharp breath himself as Yussa's cunt slowly, slowly opens to allow them to press deeper.
His thumb just isn't enough, he decides. This is when he makes good on what he asked earlier and sinks down between Yussa's legs until hot breath fans over his folds and he licks over his clit with the flat of his tongue. He lavishes attention there generously as his fingers work carefully inside him, rocking deep and curling and pulling back at whatever pace Yussa's body allows.
The second finger earns a soft, startled moan. Gods, he'll either need to keep a regular lover or use toys more often if he's ever to indulge in impatience or real urgency. He murmurs encouragement as Caleb sinks down between his legs to put his mouth to good use. Yussa's fingers stay in the young man's hair and blunt nails drag against his scalp as Caleb's tongue strokes over his hard clit. He isn't quite so aggressive as he was in the bathroom stall, but he doesn't let go, either.
The extra attention helps. Yussa is hard pressed not to seek more as Caleb licks and sucks. His cunt flutters and tightens around Caleb's fingers, but even Yussa can feel the steady rubbing and stroking in and out getting easier as taut muscles relax and yield, as he gets wetter and more excited.
"That's it," he breathes. The blush in his cheeks deepens and Yussa's free hand grips the softness of his breast for a moment before he focuses on the firm nipple. His thumb strokes over it before giving a sharper pinch.
Caleb can't help watching Yussa even as he continues working him over, and currently finds himself a bit nonsensically jealous that he isn't the one handling his breast that way, though the view is enough to make up for it. Seeing and feeling Yussa grow more relaxed and more aroused is more than enough reward for his efforts.
Every twitch and quiver of tight muscles around his fingers is encouraging, because it means Yussa is going to stretch for him more as he opens up with pleasure. He gets wetter as his cunt becomes more yielding, and Caleb is able to fuck him with two fingers at a steady pace where before he could barely fit them in. He remembers how to rub them up against his front wall to make him shake and bear down, and he does it as he pulls his clit between his lips with an eager suck. He moans low in his throat as he licks over and around it, loving how stiff and hot it feels against his tongue, and loving the subtle control of Yussa's hand in his hair, even if it isn't tight.
The angle is wrong to rub his clothed cock down against the chaise, so he just has to endure the way it continues to throb in increasing need, just as he has for most of tonight. But gods, it is entirely worth it for the opportunity to worship this man.
Yussa moans freely as Caleb fucks him, steady and deep and skilled. The curl of his fingers and the knowing pressure they apply make Yussa feel the ridiculous urge to climb the chaise. He drops his hand from his breast and he grabs at the cushion beneath him as muscles tense and shiver all through him. The tension builds low in his body, making him tremble and gasp for breath. Gods, it's been ages since he's been fucked and fucked well by another person and every second he has Caleb between his thighs reminds him of just how good it can be.
His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair and he almost can't help the way he tries to rock toward the warmth of the younger man's mouth. It also means meeting every thrust of his fingers, ensuring they slide is deep as they can every time. Yussa cries out weakly as the building tension breaks. His cunt goes tight around Caleb's fingers as he comes and his thighs press against the other man's shoulders like he can trap him right where he is.
With a softer sound, Yussa sinks back and rides out the delicious little shocks that still come whenever Caleb moves his fingers. His fingers have gone weak in Caleb's hair, but he hasn't let go entirely.
Rocking down against his fingers and toward his mouth, Yussa looks far more wanton than he'd been in the bathroom. There, his hand threaded into Caleb's hair felt like a silent command. Now it feels like he he needs something to hold onto. But there is a base appeal in that too; Caleb is thrilled to be taking him apart this way. Yussa is beautifully shameless, moaning, shaking, grasping at the couch as his cunt squeezes around Caleb's fingers, responding to the the way they curl deep inside him or the skillful lash of his tongue.
Caleb has felt his orgasm building for minutes now in his tensing muscles, and when Yussa's body finally succumbs, he moans too. Feeling his thighs try to clamp shut around his shoulders and his cunt tighten around his fingers, wave after wave of pressure, is heady when he lets himself think about being inside him. He soothes his tongue more gently across his clit until those tremors begin to subside, pulling off while his fingers still move inside him, now slow again.
Fuck. He could spend all night doing that. Which is good, because he may have to do it at least once more if Yussa still wants his cock. He's bigger than two of his fingers, and Yussa has only just comfortably taken those.
Whatever the case, Caleb enjoys kissing the inside of Yussa's thighs as he comes down, taking his own simple pleasure in his lover's trembling body.
Yussa lays there, panting quietly to catch his breath as Caleb continues to gently stroke in and out of him. He doesn't speak right away, simply basks in how good he feels. It occurs to him that Caleb has not had any relief yet, but neither has he asked for it. Yussa has promised to let the younger man have him, and he finds himself wondering how long Caleb would go before asking for anything.
After a minute or so, he opens his eyes again and looks down at the man between his legs. His body has relaxed almost entirely and his fingers slide from Caleb's hair to stroke his bearded cheek instead. What a novel thing to have so close to sensitive skin.
He adjusts his position slightly, trying to ensure that Caleb won't feel so trapped between his thighs. Yussa tries to do so without pulling away too much.
"Well," he says at last, "you are very impressive."
Feeling Yussa relax, Caleb finally withdraws his fingers slowly, giving his body a little time to rest and giving Yussa the chance to decide if he would like to continue. When Yussa's thighs splay open again so he has space to move, Caleb pushes himself up and sits back on his heels.
Despite how his cock still strains obviously at the thin, damp layer of his smallclothes, how his skin is flushed from his face down through his chest, how uneven his breathing is in comparison to Yussa's, he still makes no complaint or request. His arousal is an ache, and pain is something he can deal with. If Yussa has lost interest in being fucked or decides he is done for the night after all, Caleb will ask for a bathroom and finish himself off before he heads home.
Of course, he hopes for a little more than that. He would love to be inside him, but he would feel lucky if Yussa wanted to reciprocate in any way. Regardless, he doesn't press. He's already shared that his primary interest is seeing to Yussa's needs, and that is accurate. If it pleases Yussa to give him relief, then it will happen. If it doesn't, it won't. Caleb is not only happy to leave that choice in his hands, but wants to. Let someone else decide what he deserves.
Giving a slightly self-conscious tug on one of the shoulder straps of the harness he is still wearing, Caleb demurs, "Ah, thank you. If you are pleased, I am very glad." That praise scorches so sweetly, burns through him right down to his belly. There is nothing modest about the raw want in his eyes when he looks at Yussa spread out before him, lovely and languid with lingering pleasure because he made him that way.
Yussa curls his fingers in a lazy come-hither gesture. Then he pats the cushion next to him. He's petite and the chaise part of the sectional is easily wide enough for two bodies if one of them is his. He needs a moment to recover, but Caleb feels too far away.
He moves to make sure there is room, though it's a languid effort. And as soon as Caleb eases down next to him, Yussa reaches for his covered cock to give a slow caress and gentle squeeze. He hasn't forgotten, and he has no intention of neglecting Caleb completely. Not when he's done so well by Yussa. His thumb rubs lightly over the line of the young man's covered erection.
"I still want you - all of you," he says, just in case the gesture isn't clear enough. "And I said you could have me if you made me come again."
And gods, Caleb has done that in spades. Not only did he come, but it was good.
It is a little pathetic, Caleb acknowledges, how happy he is just to be invited closer. He makes his body move where Yussa wants him, tucked up beside him. He leans back against the cushions and stretches his legs out with a sigh--if not of relief, then at least something like it. But that sigh is followed quickly by a gasp, then a startled, unrestrained moan.
The back of his head sinks into the cushion behind him, his hands clutch at the edge of the couch, and his hips twitch up. Yussa's dainty, elegant hand is warm on his cock. His touch may be light, but it is the only direct touch he has had tonight, and he is so fucking hard. Just looking down into his lap to see him trace the shape of his erection is dizzying. His cock throbs and leaks heavy drops of precome that soak deeper into the wet fabric of his smalls at even this much attention, a tempting taste of possible release at last to soothe that deep ache. Yussa's words have much the same effect.
"If that is still what you want, then ja, I...I would really like that," Caleb stammers, soft and breathy. Even he isn't entirely aware of just how desperate he looks, hazy blue eyes trained on Yussa, brow knit up, and his red, well-used mouth parted around every audible breath. "Just say what you need from me, and I will do it."
Yussa manages to sit up more and he lets go of Caleb's cock so that he can toss aside his binder. He turns more toward the other man and slides his hand over the hard flesh hidden beneath Caleb's damp smalls. He leans closer to kiss Caleb's cheek, then his parted lips.
"Do I need anything more?" he asks as he moves to straddle Caleb's hips. He should probably try to take more than just two of Caleb's fingers. "You've been waiting so long."
He can't help the grin that appears. Yussa gives Caleb another kiss, this time with a little more demand. He can taste himself in it and there is something terribly satisfying in knowing the scent and taste of his cunt has been filling this poor man's senses since he went to his knees in the bathroom.
Oh gods. Caleb sucks in a sharp breath as Yussa, now entirely bare, moves to straddle his lap. His head is still spinning from being kissed, teasingly gentle, as the other wizard's hand moved over his cock in much the same way. But now Yussa is here against him--his soft little breasts are inches from Caleb's bare chest, his lovingly fucked open cunt hovering just over his barely covered cock. And his smile, the way he purrs, low and tempting--
Caleb dares to catch a hold of the flare of his slim hips just in time for Yussa to kiss him again.
Though embarrassment makes his face flare hot, he doesn't think he could possibly be blamed for the way he whimpers into Yussa's mouth. He clutches at the other man's hips perhaps a tad too hard in his frantic, need-driven enthusiasm, drawing him closer until he can feel his breasts pressed between them, the stiff brown nipples he's been so badly wanting to pinch and suck rubbing against his skin.
He won't presume to tell Yussa what he needs, though in his opinion taking the time to work a third finger into him would be wise--but gods, at this rate Caleb is almost certain he wouldn't last that long anyway. He's not even sure he'll last long enough to fuck Yussa at all, with every rub over his cock making him moan, helpless when granted a little attention after so long without. He could come so easily just from Yussa's hand stroking him lightly through his wet smalls. Yussa is right; he has been waiting so long.
A quiet, startled sound escapes him as Caleb drags him closer. Yussa braces his free hand against the cushions behind Caleb to keep from losing his balance completely, but their bodies press tight together. He can hear the desperation in the noises that Caleb makes.
He breaks the kiss and gently, briefly touches his brow to Caleb's.
"I'm going to get you off," he murmurs. Feeling the shape of the other man's cock makes him think he'll need a bit more warming up before he can easily take him. Yussa is not interested in pain tonight. "But I would still like to fuck when you are able again."
Perhaps they'll move to his bed for that. Yussa kisses Caleb again and pushes down his smalls, enough to draw his cock out. He gives it a slow stroke and lets the head brush against his cunt, teasing both of them.
Apparently his distress is even more obvious than he'd thought. For a moment Caleb is embarrassed and disappointed in himself. As grateful as he is that Yussa is kindly taking pity on him, he'd wanted so badly to continue impressing him. But anyone would find holding out difficult in his situation, and--
Oh. He wants him to stay. He wants him to stay long enough for a second round, he wants to make him come not just once tonight, but twice. When he'd gone into this expecting nothing, that is startling--in a good way. Yussa must think well of him.
"I am in favor of both of those things," Caleb confirms, strained and incredibly relieved. He leans into the kiss that follows, returning it warmly for as long as he is able. But the first touch of Yussa's hand to bare skin makes him gasp, breaking the seal of their lips. That single slow stroke has him melting into the couch cushions with a low moan. Eyes slipping open, he watches Yussa press the head, sticky and flushed an angry red, to his folds. He watches his cock throb in Yussa's grip, watches precome bubble up at the tip and smear against his entrance. He feels absolutely divine, hot and slick and everything Caleb has been aching for.
His perception is narrowing, and he can already feel a familiar tightness low in his belly and at the base of his spine. It really isn't going to take much at all to make him come.
"Yussa," he groans, restless and rapturous, an expression of gratitude and need.
"I know," he murmurs sweetly in answer to the way Caleb moans his name. He isn't sure he can fit Caleb's cock yet, but he doesn't want to deny the other man the feeling of it. Yussa sinks down so that he can grind his cunt over the length of Caleb's erection, rocking at a more steady pace. He can feel the head tease against his entrance before it rubs against his clit. Yussa isn't sure he'll come again so soon, but that isn't the point. This is about getting Caleb off.
He keeps one hand braced against the cushions. The other leaves Caleb's cock in favor of caressing his cheek, stroking his hair back.
"Don't hold back, understand?" he demands. He keeps his head near Caleb's, brows nearly touching. "You've already held out so long, it's very impressive, darling boy."
He tips his head so that he can give Caleb a firm kiss. He's suddenly very invested in this, in getting the younger man off. Hopefully making his interest clear makes this easier for Caleb. He's been so dedicated this whole evening, Yussa isn't interested in making Caleb feel like he's failed somehow. Quite the opposite.
Caleb is certain he couldn't hold back at this point, though he would try if Yussa asked it of him. Thankfully, however, he demands the opposite. Caleb's breath catches and he nods to show that he understands. His head feels light and heavy at the same time, and the purposeful grind of Yussa's cunt along the length of his cock is electric, shooting through his body and gathering back between his legs.
A shiver goes through him and a soft whimper is held behind his lips as Yussa praises him so sweetly. Gods, how can this man be so perfect? His words are firm and his touch is tender in a way that Caleb finds completely mesmerizing, lips parted and gaze focused only on the gold of Yussa's eyes. Seemingly without effort, he's given Caleb exactly what makes him feel good, what makes him feel wanted--and this isn't the first time. He feels seen, and normally that would make him at least slightly uncomfortable, but with Yussa it only makes him crave more.
And he loves the way Yussa kisses him. His lips press back, both passionate and yielding. His hands rub over Yussa's hips, holding on without guiding, just feeling their fluid movement. Caleb has the stray thought that this was a risk well worth the reward; he is very glad he'd chosen to go home with this man tonight.
Soon Caleb starts moving too, rocking against Yussa's cunt and kissing until he's breathless and panting. The friction is hot and wet and intense, and the jerk of Caleb's hips is seeking and needy. But it feels so good, and now that Yussa has expertly rid him of that flash of shame, made him feel wanted and taken care of, it's pure pleasure. Just as he thought, it doesn't take long. His cock grows stiffer as he feels a warning throb, a telltale sign of approaching orgasm, and his moans grow louder against Yussa's mouth. Slick folds rub up his shaft and over the head, he lifts his hips and grinds against the other man's swollen clit, and he's gone. Caleb comes with a surge of sensation powerful enough to make him shake. His cock pulses heavy between them, making a mess of his stomach and Yussa's cunt.
Yussa quite enjoys feeling a man fall apart beneath him, and this is no exception. Caleb, at least, has very much earned the privilege. A quiet moan rises in his throat when the other man starts to move beneath him to meet every rock of Yussa's hips. It makes his efforts feel even better and he cannot help a shivering sigh as Caleb seeks his release.
He doesn't quite make it to another orgasm, but that doesn't stop Yussa from shuddering on top of Caleb as the younger man reaches his peak. His hand grips Caleb's shoulder and Yussa arches his back slightly when he feels Caleb's cock throb between them, and soon enough there is a mess of come. Caleb has been waiting so long for this, Yussa can't say he's surprised.
He doesn't stop immediately, instead riding out Caleb's orgasm with him until Caleb goes still beneath him. Yussa leans down for another kiss, brief and a bit uncoordinated. His cunt aches, left empty but still able to feel the hot press of Caleb's cock like a promise. He pushes himself up slowly, quietly panting from his own exertion as he looks down at the man beneath him. A faint smirk plays at the corner of his mouth and he waits until it seems like Caleb is capable of responding before he says:
This time, the afterglow is nearly as good as the orgasm itself. The rush of endorphins make him feel like he's floating, and Yussa in his lap leaning down to kiss him is the only thing keeping him on the couch. His racing heart slows, and the deep ache of unfulfilled arousal is gone, replaced by comfort and warmth. His eyes blink open slowly when Yussa speaks.
"That--" Caleb exhales heavily and can't help grinning, astonished and giddy. "Ja, a lot better. If I had tried to fuck you, I am afraid my stamina would have been disappointing." The curl of his lips turns wry, but humorously so. He doesn't feel self-conscious any longer.
However, he does recognize that he should probably make an attempt to clean them both up. It was a very good orgasm, and his body had made that readily apparent. Not for the first time, he is chagrinned that he hasn't learned Prestidigitation. He also recognizes that he can't get up and return with supplies to do it manually either, as this is not his home and he has not yet seen anything here except the couch. Gods, he doesn't even know where he is. Yussa could have teleported them anywhere. Are they even still in Rexxentrum? These are among the things that finally occur to him now that his dick is no longer diverting bloodflow from his brain.
Well, he has to ask sometime, and he has no pride to swallow. It may as well be now. "Sorry, I was a little too distracted to ask earlier--where are we?"
Yussa laughs quietly when Caleb asks where they are. He sits up slowly and stretches, apparently in no rush to clean up now that Caleb's needs to have been tended.
"We are in my home in Rexxentrum," he answers with a coy smile. "I promise I have not absconded with you to Marquet. Tempting, though."
Slowly, he eases off Caleb and manages to get to his feet without losing his balance. Yussa makes a gesture and casts Prestidigitation to at least clean off Caleb's stomach. He seems to consider their situation and glances across the room toward a set of stairs.
"Join me upstairs?" he asks as he returns his attention to Caleb. "I think the bed may treat us better than the couch."
Which is not to say he hasn't enjoyed every second of Caleb's attention since arriving, but Yussa thinks he'd like to be on a bed if this man is going to properly fuck him. Besides, it also brings them much closer to a bathroom for the sake of cleaning up after, as Yussa sincerely hopes that he won't be able to muster even a cantrip by the time they are through.
Of course Yussa knows Prestidigitation. Sometimes Caleb thinks he must be the only wizard who doesn't. But he's clean now, and it's reassuring to learn they're still in Rexxentrum, even if he's more than a little thrilled that Yussa finds they idea of absconding with him tempting. He does have a spell left today for teleportation circle if it turned out he was further away, but he really isn't supposed to use the circle in the Cobalt Soul without Beauregard, even if he does have access.
"Take me away to anywhere you like. I am not opposed," Caleb jokes, almost coy himself, as he follows Yussa to his feet. "Though tonight I cannot think of a more appealing destination than your bed." It's a terrible line, but Caleb says it with warm humor. He leans down to kiss Yussa's cheek, murmuring, "Lead me. I will follow."
Since they began talking, Yussa has struck him as a private, even secluded sort of man, which makes him all the more surprised and excited by how much he is willing to share with him. There is a moment where Caleb contemplates picking up his clothes and bringing them along, but he decides to leave them where they are. He'll collect them later.
Yussa tips his head toward the kiss, charmed by the gentle affection. He leaves his clothes where they've fallen and leads Caleb up the stairs visible from the sectional. Stars and a view of an ocean fill the windows they climb past, and when the stairs split, Yussa goes to the right to continue climbing. Even with the lights dim, it isn't hard to make out some of the plants providing color and life.
They end up in an open, airy bedroom, and with a gesture from Yussa, the lanterns on either side of the large four-poster bed fill with soft, warm light.
The room itself isn't sparse, per se, but neither is it cluttered. Near one of the large windows is clearly a space Yussa uses to read, as it has a large, comfortable chair and a small table stacked with books and what appears to be a tea cup resting on top of them. The elf sits down on the edge of his bed, the size of which certainly emphasizes that he is petite. Yussa curls his fingers, encouraging Caleb closer to him. Unlike the windows on the floor below, the ones here do provide a view of Rexxentrum. If Caleb is familiar enough with the skyline, he might be able to determine they are in the western part of the Tangles, somewhere between the Platinum Veranda and the Court of Colors.
Yussa eases further back onto the bed, deciding that he would rather not risk finding the edge of it when they get started again.
It takes something remarkable to drag Caleb's attention away from Yussa's ass as he climbs the stairs behind him, but the enchanted windows do it. He marvels at them openly, taking a moment to look out across the ocean when he knows he should be seeing streets and buildings instead.
In Yussa's bedroom, however, the windows show the city as they should, and it is a beautiful view. Caleb is almost surprised to find that he's very familiar with it. He calls the Tangles home as well, though his place is closer to the Cobalt Soul. "You do not live far from me," he comments aloud, softly enough that he could be talking to himself. At least he knows it will be easy to get home from here, even in the middle of the night.
(Gods, he has class tomorrow, the first of the semester. He should have gone home already. But he doesn't even consider it. This is so worth whatever grogginess he will have to fight through tomorrow.)
Finally he turns back to take in the rest of the room a second time in the warm light of the dangling lanterns, including Yussa on the edge of a spacious bed. The decor is sparing, but tasteful and elegant, as he's come to expect, though the small personal details such as the left behind teacup show much more about the man who lives here. Caleb is drawn in by the coy come-hither curl of his fingers. His knees hit the soft white comforter, and he follows Yussa as he moves toward the center of the bed. As soon as he is close enough, he presses him down into it with an insistent kiss, planting his elbows against the mattress and covering Yussa's body with his, chest to chest. His soft cock slots against the other man's hip.
Yussa sinks back against the bed with a soft, eager sigh as Caleb's larger body covers his. He shifts to spread his legs, welcoming the other man between them as they kiss. Caleb is warm and pleasantly heavy and Yussa realizes he could be content to indulge like this for as long as Caleb needs or wants to.
Elegant fingers stroke through Caleb's hair and Yussa realizes they have thoroughly dislodged the tie that's been holding the other man's hair back. He manages to find it near the end of Caleb's long-gone ponytail and slips it around his fingers to avoid losing it completely. He imagines Caleb might want it.
When the kiss breaks, Yussa holds up the hair tie between them with a soft, playful smirk.
"You may want to replace this before you lose it."
While Caleb might still be soft, Yussa's arousal hasn't really abated - he's had time to get worked up again, and grinding on Caleb's cock was certainly a good start.
Yussa spreading his legs to allow him between is somehow even more erotic in his bed, Caleb finds. He hums happily into the kiss as the elf's fingers slide through his loosened hair, and he feels it when he pulls the tie out completely, leaving it to slide free around his shoulders.
Leaning back, Caleb looks from Yussa's smirk to the offered hair tie and returns the energy of his smirk with a subdued but equally playful little smile. His eyes are bright with amusement as he pushes himself back up to a kneel again and plucks the tie from the other man's fingers.
"Right. We would not want that."
With the ease of practice, he finger-combs his hair back into place and gathers it at the nape of his neck. With a few twists of his fingers, the tie is secured around it.
"You will have to work on not pulling it out again, ja?" Caleb teases, leaning back down for a lighter kiss, which is the first of many he begins trailing down Yussa's throat.
"I make no promises. But if I do pull it out, I will endeavor not to lose it," he says with a contented sigh as Caleb trails kisses down his neck. His hand smooths over the other man's hair and down the back of his neck, resisting the urge to properly bury his fingers just yet. As the warmth of Caleb's mouth moves lower, Yussa realizes he ought make something clear.
"You can touch me where you like."
He's left himself entirely bare, but he wants to make sure there is no misunderstanding. He doesn't want Caleb to hold back as a matter of being polite. The fact that Yussa feels the need to tell him at all is a good sign, he thinks. Caleb has not taken any liberties beyond what's been offered to him so far.
Caleb hums against Yussa's skin, pleased by the idea of having his hair messed up a second time. The first had been so enjoyable. It's as he's kissing over his collarbone that Yussa gives his permission, and Caleb's lips pull into a wider grin. "That is what I was hoping to hear," he murmurs.
While waiting for instruction, he's been avoiding deliberately touching his chest. But that ends quickly as he works his way down Yussa's body with his mouth. His lips follow the curve of one soft, small breast, and he brings a hand up to cover the other entirely. It fits in his palm with a gentle squeeze as his tongue flickers over a tight brown nipple. Watching Yussa toy with himself earlier had been very inspiring.
Though Caleb has been given a much-needed release, the stirrings of arousal in his body haven't gone away, knowing what he was waiting for. While he isn't yet getting hard, he can feel the potential for it under his skin, a pleasant and pervasive heat that begins to grow again as he touches Yussa.
Yussa's breath catches as Caleb's hand - strong and calloused - covers his breast as his tongue teases over his nipple. He shifts restlessly and his hands rest on Caleb's shoulder and arm as the other man takes his time exploring.
"Caleb--" It sounds like a request, but nothing follows until Yussa pushes Caleb's free hand down lower, trying to guide it between his thighs. He isn't trying to rush anything, but he's also quite aware he'll need a more help before he can really take Caleb's cock without discomfort. And why should he do it himself when Caleb's proven himself so capable?
He hiccups another breath when there's a more direct touch against his cunt.
Yussa's urgency to be fucked, clearly the point of directing him to his cunt, is incredibly hot. Caleb lets his teeth scrape lightly over the nipple he's currently teasing. While his hand kneads the opposite breast, he lets Yussa guide the other back between his thighs.
The first graze of his middle and ring fingers over his folds, barely even dipping between them, brings a satisfying involuntary reaction from the man beneath him. The pads of his fingers rub up and down his slit with more purpose and pressure. Yussa is still as wet as when he'd pulled off him downstairs, aroused and...still slick with his release, Caleb realizes with a jolt that goes right to his spent cock. Yussa had prestidigitated him clean, but not himself.
Caleb releases his nipple with a long suck to drag in a quivering breath, eyes slipping open. He looks up at Yussa's flushed face, knowing that the wet sounds they're both hearing as Caleb strokes and circles his entrance are all the more obscene because of Caleb's contribution. Is this what he wanted? If he didn't use that simple spell again when he very easily could have, it must be. Still, it would feel like crossing a line not to ask directly before proceeding under assumptions.
"I am going to fuck you with my fingers again," he says, low and soft and certain. "Do you want to clean up first?"
Yussa sighs heavily and lifts his hips toward Caleb's fingers. The firm suck on his nipple before Caleb releases it earns a soft moan and the air suddenly hitting newly wet skin has goosebumps rising on his brown skin.
He meets Caleb's gaze as the younger man strokes his cunt, teasing his entrance without really pushing in. The flush in his cheeks deepens when he realizes precisely what Caleb is referencing. Yussa hadn't even thought about the come spilled on his body. He hadn't cleaned himself, in part because he knew what he wanted next, but having attention drawn to the slick mess between them is--exciting. The sound of Caleb's voice, so sure and so warm, sends another jolt of arousal straight through him. Gods, how did he luck upon this man?
"I don't see a reason to," he answers, his own voice heavy as his hand presses against the back of Caleb's. Yussa doesn't look away, holding Caleb's gaze as his own fingers slip over the ones rubbing against his entrance. He wets his lips and takes a steadying breath.
Whatever answer Caleb had expected, it isn't this. It isn't Yussa looking down at him with dark gold eyes, covering his hand and urging his fingers to push in with the press of his own. The heat in his resonant voice as he says he doesn't see a reason to. Caleb's chest tightens with anticipation, and the rest of his body follows with a flare of intense arousal at the implications. Between the bed and his own thigh, he feels his cock twitch.
"Fuck," he breathes, lips barely moving. He isn't sure if he spoke in Common or Zemnian. "Okay."
What else can he do? What else would he want to do? With Yussa's over his, he stirs his fingers in one last circle against his entrance, then presses them slowly inside. Yussa's body yields, seemingly eager to pull his fingers in, and he feels so good Caleb can't help a soft moan. He would be perfect already if this was all they were planning to do. But he is still so tight, especially as he pushes deeper and rocks his fingers back and forth inside him. Caleb's face burns and his stomach clenches with the knowledge that he is fucking his come into Yussa's cunt, massaging his insides with it as he stretches him open for his cock.
Yussa's head falls back and he moans as Caleb's fingers push into him. His eyes almost close entirely as they move inside him, slowly rocking and reminding his body what it is to be filled. His hand leaves Caleb's, falling to grip the blanket beneath them instead; the other clings to Caleb's arm.
"Good." He almost whimpers. "I--I didn't entirely mean to interrupt you," he adds with a breathless laugh.
His thighs spread further and when Caleb's fingers slide just right, Yussa moans and his cunt tightens around them. He can't quite help the way his hips move, pushing toward that feeling rather than trying to get away from it. Gods, it's truly been too long. Perhaps that is a deficit he can correct now that he is here.
Yussa's pleasure is so apparent even just in his face, the way his eyes slip closed and his mouth falls open on a moan, that it steals Caleb's breath. At least for now, he has to lean back enough for a good view, to see where his fingers slide wetly in and out of the slick mess of his opening, stretching him wide.
"This is worth the interruption," Caleb assures, warm and low, with a quirk of his lips as he glances back up to take in his lover's expression. "I will get back to that soon, do not worry." He squeezes the breast beneath his other hand for emphasis, sliding his thumb across the soft flesh to rub back and forth over his peaked nipple. He'd like to put his mouth back to work on him there, he'd barely gotten started, but--
Watching Yussa move this way on his fingers is mesmerizing. Keeping pace with the roll of his hips, he curls them into his cunt, pushing in deep and rubbing at that spot he likes so much as he drags them out again. Caleb murmurs encouragement in Zemnian when he tightens and leans down to kiss the inside of his knee.
Yussa's hands tighten briefly as Caleb squeezes and gently caresses his breast with that delicious promise. It's his fingers that demand Yussa's full attention, though - Caleb seems to have caught on quickly and is intent on rendering him speechless. Yussa tries to measure his breathing, but it's far more difficult with Caleb fully focused. It feels easier to take him now, every thrust of his fingers sliding without resistance. It's obscene to realize he'll need to be coaxed open more before he can take this man's cock.
The way Caleb presses a gentle kiss to his knee is so--sweet. Unexpected. A strained laugh escapes, edged with a moan.
"I--I don't think I know any--any of that Zemnian," he gasps out, struggling to keep his voice even. Yussa has learned useful phrases, especially when he realized some of the vendors he likes seem to speak it almost exclusively outside of transactions.
Caleb feels the difference acutely, rocking his fingers now with ease rather than the caution he'd had to take before. Gradually, Yussa is opening for him. It's both stunning and compelling to consider.
Yussa's observation, breathless and stammered in a way he's not yet reduced him to before, makes him smile. He ghosts another kiss further up his thigh, a brush more of his beard than his lips.
"Then it was rude of me not to translate," he rumbles. "I said that if I can make you squirm like this on my fingers, you are going to writhe on my cock."
His fingers draw back and out. He rubs up through his folds once, grazing his clit and collecting more of his own spend, and presses them back in. A third is tucked alongside them, and Caleb looks on with a quiet hunger as Yussa's body again stretches to allow them in. He takes it slow again, knuckle by knuckle, but Yussa feels far more prepared this time--ready, eager for it.
The blush in his cheeks and his chest deepens as Caleb translates himself. Yussa cannot help a quiet, protesting whimper as the other man's fingers pull out in favor of stroking over his clit. He realizes Caleb is collecting more of his own come and Yussa curses softly - in Elvish - as his fingers push back in, this time with a third.
His hand tightens on Caleb's arm again and Yussa stills when he feels that stretch. It doesn't hurt or cause any real discomfort, but gods, he feels it. He beds his knee further and he moans as Caleb works his fingers deeper, slowly. It's maddening but also perfect - it gives his body time to adjust, to accept that full feeling and accommodate the penetration.
"I am starting to suspect... you may be right," he sighs. There's a smile in his voice and in the curve of his mouth. Soft, wet walls squeeze before relaxing again, yielding sweetly beneath Caleb's careful, gentle insistence. Yussa has to admire a man who knows what he's doing, and who pays such attention to his partner. Far too many rush. There is a reason he has not done this with a partner in some time.
Caleb smiles at that too, allowing himself a moment of smug pride, though his teeth scrape over his lower lip as he feels Yussa's body bear down and relax. He's adjusting much more quickly; already Caleb can rock his three fingers in and out without much resistance. Just that stretch and squeeze, and the occasional tremor of Yussa's body when he does something especially good.
Between his legs, his cock is solidly half-mast, which is quite good for the time elapsed since his orgasm. Honestly, he just can't stop thinking about how Yussa's cunt is going to feel around him. It's very encouraging.
"You know, I do not speak any Elvish," he murmurs. It would be conversational if he weren't also leaning over Yussa's chest to start mouthing at his breasts again. "I could cast Tongues--" Here he gives a sharp suck on a nipple before releasing it just as quickly. "But I would rather hear your translation."
With a quirk of his lips and a tilt of his wrist, his fingers twist inside Yussa and press deep again--not just fucking him, but spreading him, getting him ready. He probably doesn't need much more, but Caleb would rather not risk hurting him, and he is enjoying this process thoroughly.
Yussa nearly laughs, but it comes out sounding more like a moan as Caleb's mouth finds his breasts. The firm suck has Yussa arching his back toward it, seeking more even as Caleb draws back. He can't answer right away, not when Caleb's fingers move like that. He can feel them spread inside him, coaxing his body to relax and accept more.
"I remarked--" He takes a sharper breath. "On the fact that you are using your come to fuck me open."
He hadn't quite managed to say all that, but close enough. Yussa rocks his hips, trying to get closer when he feels Caleb's knuckles rub against him. His hand slides over the younger man's shoulder and up his neck until his fingers can sink into his hair. He doesn't try to direct just yet, only holds onto him.
"That is what you wanted, isn't it?" he breathes hotly against Yussa's skin. He can feel his cunt tighten almost gently as he spreads his fingers apart and curls them just right against his tender walls.
His own breath grows more ragged as Yussa clutches at him, moving a hand into his hair. He kisses and sucks at his breasts like a devoted worshiper as he works his fingers into his cunt with focused intent, relishing the slick, lewd sound of each thrust and the easy rub of his knuckles in and out of his entrance.
With the other man bucking his hips to chase his fingers, Caleb's free hand strays from Yussa's body to his growing erection. A few rough, encouraging strokes is enough to make him pant. His cock is eager in the loose circle of his hand, pulsing quickly to near fullness as he feels the hot, tight squeeze around his fingers and anticipates replacing them.
"Yes," he sighs, nearly moans, in answer as Caleb's mouth offers all due attention to his breasts, and Yussa finds himself thinking he should have offered this sooner. He's breathless, struggling to sound like he isn't panting. It's an impossible game now, and he knows it will only get more difficult when Caleb decides they are both ready.
Yussa's eyes flutter open when he feels a shift on the bed, and it takes him just a moment to realize that Caleb is stroking himself. He isn't about to beg, but the thought briefly flickers through his mind and it is tempting. But Caleb wants this as badly as he does, Yussa doesn't think the younger man is inclined to make either of them wait.
That doesn't stop something that sounds more like a command from escaping him:
"I want you inside me, Caleb." The now is implied with the restrained urgency in his voice. "When I come again, it will be on your cock."
Because Yussa has no doubt that Caleb will coax at least one more orgasm from him tonight.
In the warm light of the lanterns, Yussa's skin looks bronze, almost gold. Caleb's eyes are dark when he straightens up enough to look at him, bent over his smaller body with both of his hands between their legs. Free strands of his hair hang down around his face despite pulling it back again. It looks nicer in this light than it had in the club, or even downstairs; a vibrant, rich red. He strokes himself to the same slow rhythm he's now using to fuck Yussa, deep, thorough drag with his fingers tucked together.
Yussa's demand makes him twitch in his hand with how eager he is to fulfill it, how much those words turn him on. He has no desire to prolong this when they both so badly need the same thing.
"How do you want me?" He can feel the gravelly scrape of his voice in his throat. He takes such care sliding his fingers out, leaving Yussa empty. Using that hand to replace the one on his cock, he coats his shaft with the wetness clinging to his fingers. "Like this?"
His other hand is now free to guide Yussa's legs open further with a hand hooked under his knee, folding it back toward his chest to open him up. A small shuffle lets Caleb press the head of his cock to his stretched entrance. The hot, slick kiss of his cunt, so ready to open should he push even a little harder, draws out a soft whimper of a moan.
"Like this," he affirms quietly as Caleb guides his leg back. Yussa feels exposed like this, but it's in front of a man who's already been knuckle-deep inside him, and he wants very much to have more of him.
His eyes nearly close as Caleb's cock brushes against him, hot and firm and enough to make him ache for it.
Yussa reaches to drag one of his smaller pillows closer, and he keeps his eyes on Caleb's face as he lifts his hips to stuff the pillow beneath the small of his back. It's been a while, but he does remember the comfort that gives - and that it may make this easier for Caleb, too. That done, he reaches down to brush his fingers over Caleb's slick cock and his breath catches at the feel of him.
"You've earned it," he purrs, trying to maintain some semblance of control when Yussa knows very well he may be about to lose it.
That Yussa frames this as his reward, presumably for his skill and good behavior, stirs up the same heat and quiet pride as his praise does. Caleb's breath catches in his throat. His eyes are glued to Yussa's slim dark fingers tracing the length of him, more than enough to make him swell to full mast, straining in his fist.
If he's earned it, he'll take it. "Tell me if it is too much, or if it gets uncomfortable," he implores quietly, and puts the weight of his body behind his hips to begin pushing inside him.
The pillow beneath Yussa's hips makes the angle easy, and Caleb soon lets go of his cock to hold the elf's other leg instead, pulling it up against his own chest rather than pressing it down toward Yussa's. Shaking with the sheer intensity of it, Caleb feels only slight resistance as the head of his cock sinks past his entrance, made pliant with his careful attention.
Inside, Yussa is all wet, silken heat, still tight despite his preparation. His muscles provide more resistance as Caleb presses deeper, but not enough to be concerning when he's taking it as slow as he is. Stretching him open on his cock feels almost too good, all the clinging and squeezing as his cunt gradually accepts him. Before he is halfway in Caleb draws back with a groaned curse in Zemnian to repeat the motion, pulling out to push back in again. He gets a little further this time, and further still when he repeats it a third time, rocking slow but firm to bury all but a few inches.
"You feel so good," he hears himself gasp, barely above a heated whisper. "You feel so fucking good."
Despite his better efforts, Yussa moans when Caleb pushes in. His voice is heavy and his eyes fall shut as the other man sinks deeper. Yussa can still feel the stretch as his body yields, but it does yield - there's no need for Caleb to use much force beyond gravity. Gods, it's good.
The young man drags anther sound out of him as he pulls back, only to sink in again, coaxing Yussa's body to take him with more ease. He manages a quieter response on the third attempt. His leg tenses against Caleb's chest, but at no point does Yussa suggest any pain or discomfort, and certainly no desire for Caleb to stop. It takes the other man's voice to draw him out of his bodily focus and his golden eyes peer open again, dark with need and desire.
"Good," he murmurs. "Don't stop, Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches as he moves his hips minutely, trying to take Caleb a bit deeper.
The sounds Yussa makes as Caleb enters him are encouraging enough, but being told not to stop as those golden eyes gaze up at him with open want makes him bolder. Caleb's hips rock against Yussa's, meeting his needy little movements, until he finally bottoms out. He's spent so long denying himself tonight, and Yussa is a hot, wet embrace around him, too much to resist. Yussa has come at least twice by now, so Caleb doesn't wait to start building up a rhythm, gripping his thighs and driving into him. In this position, every thrust takes him almost down to the root.
It's a little rough, a little desperate, but it's good. It has been so long since he got to have fun like this, and he knows Yussa hasn't been with anyone this way in a long time either.
Guiding the leg against his chest to a more comfortable position resting his heel against his shoulder, Caleb turns his head to press fervid kisses along the older man's calf to his ankle. Looking down, he can't help smiling around panting breaths, seeing Yussa hazy and spread out beneath him. He has a perfect view of his cock disappearing into his cunt, and with a hand now free, reaches down to rub his thumb around the slick, flushed rim that stretches around his length.
Yussa stretches his arms over his head, gripping at the blankets and leaving himself open to Caleb's gaze and his touch. He moans sharply as the younger man properly fucks him, driving as deep as he can on every thrust. He can feel the gentle press of lips against his calf and his ankle, almost incongruous with the way Caleb draws attention to where his body obscenely stretches to accept Caleb's cock.
He murmurs something in slurred Elvish, the latter half of it in Common: "--so deep, ah--"
His other leg presses tight against Caleb's side, trembling as he tries to meet every thrust. The pillow beneath his hips makes the younger man's angle of entry perfect. His cunt squeezes around him and the pleasure of being full makes Yussa feel ridiculously delirious.
Caleb is transfixed. Yussa gasps and trembles under him, his cunt fluttering, the sheets clenched in his hands. He is small, but stretched out with his arms overhead, his body is long and beautiful, all lovely angles slender lines and subtle curves. The half-intelligible words he slurs about how deep Caleb is inside him only fuels Caleb's desire to see him even more blissed out.
"So deep," he agrees, panting, with a full roll of his hips that buries his cock and drags a moan out of him. Gods, he feels incredible. "You look so perfect like this, Yussa." His thumb follows the edge of his stretched opening until he's rubbing his clit and resting his hand low over Yussa's smooth stomach. "I, ah--I love seeing you all spread out, taking me so well."
His own grasp on Common isn't the best at the moment either, his brain feels completely scrambled, but he wants to tell Yussa how beautiful he is badly enough to manage. But not for the first time tonight, he wishes he could speak Elvish. He has a feeling asking for a translation now might not get him the same results as it had earlier.
Yussa drops a hand to his own mouth, pressing the back of it to his hips in an attempt to hold back some of the more unrestrained sounds threatening to break from him. It's a fool's errand, but he tries anyway.
Caleb's accent is heavy and the way it affects the quality of his voice is terribly attractive. Yussa bites his index finger but still whines as Caleb's thumb strokes over his clit, offering steady and direct attention. He can feel the sweet tension coiling in him as he's pushed toward his peak. Caleb has been so diligent with him and there is really no denying where this is going. His thighs tremble as he arches toward Caleb's touch and his cock: every stroke makes his hips move to chase that perfect friction until muscles tremble with the effort.
A ragged moan escapes him as he struggles not to get completely swept up yet. Not when they have both been waiting for this. It's difficult to resist his own rising pleasure, though. The crest is as inevitable as any tide.
Caleb's hips meet the curve of Yussa's ass with a filthy slap of skin against skin made filthier by the wet sound of his cock slotting neatly into place inside him. The embrace of his cunt is just right now, where earlier when he'd slipped him that first finger he was much too tight. This took time. It was a process, deliberate. Yussa wanted to be spread open just so Caleb could be the key that fits him perfectly, that unlocks the pleasure in taut muscles forced to stretch, in throbbing, aching fullness.
Caleb moans with the landing of each slap, with the constant pulling pressure of Yussa clamped down around him like a vise. His thumb rubbing his clit fast and hard makes him clench and spasm around Caleb. It makes him moan from behind the protective barrier of his hand, around the finger between his teeth. It makes him push back agaisnt him, toward him, with all he has, wanting it so much he trembles.
"Gods, look at you," Caleb rumbles, breathing heavily, squeezing Yussa's thigh harder. "Don't stop, schatz, show me how you like it. I want to watch you come," he encourages shamelessly. "I want to feel you come around me."
Caleb angles up a little more in an effort to hit Yussa's sweet spot, hoping to hear his moans turn louder, needier, to reward his own burning muscles, the tension he carries along his spine and heavy between his thighs and his belly.
Not for the first time tonight, Yussa thinks he's made an excellent decision in finally talking to this young man. Caleb's sheer skill has made it worth it - unexpected given how shy he seemed until he was on his knees in a bathroom stall.
Gods, there's no resisting this. Yussa cries out and even with his teeth pressed against his finger, there's no quieting himself not really. Not with Caleb fucking him like that, adjusting him until the angle is just--it's so much. Every breath is edged with a moan and the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb and his cock - gods his cock - push him hard over the edge. His cunt flutters around the younger man, trying to milk him as Yussa comes.
The pleasure is perfect. He trembles beneath Caleb and he releases his finger before he truly hurts himself. He grabs for Caleb's arm instead, holding tight as the other man fucks him through it. Blunt, manicured nails dig against Caleb's arm and muscles tremble as that delicious feeling sweeps through him. His head falls back and his leg curls around the other man's back.
Wordless but far from soundless, Yussa quickly shakes apart under Caleb's attention, releasing his finger to take a desperate hold on his arm instead as he tightens around his cock, which feels impossibly good. His orgasm is no less beautiful for being the third time Caleb has seen it tonight. Watching him tremble, gasping for breath and flushed, Caleb feels another swell of pride at having caused it. His own climax is approaching like a runaway cart.
Considerate but firm with his own need, he guides the slim brown thigh he's been holding around his waist as well so he can lean over Yussa and kiss him. The press of his mouth is hard and artless. He is panting too much to deepen the kiss, or even for it to last long. His head is full of nothing but how gorgeous Yussa looks, how incredible he feels fluttering around him, how much he loves how well his smaller elven form fits under him. How fucking lucky he is to be in this position at all.
"Yussa, Yussa," he moans, gravel rough, and kisses him again, brief but heated. His hips stutter, pushing in with a needy grind rather than longer, measured thrusts. Gods, he wants to come. He's going to come. It's just a matter of how, and he's rapidly losing control over that, too.
He'll be sore tomorrow, there's no escaping that. Not when he's been stretched like this: he'll feel it in his thighs and low in his core, reminders of a night well spent.
Caleb's mouth collides into his with a hard, uncoordinated kiss. Yussa moans against his mouth, allowing Caleb to feel it as much as hear it. They don't stay like that for long, both panting too hard to make it last. Even as Yussa feels his strength fade, he tries to hold onto the man above him. His body wants so much to sink into the heaviness in his limbs. Not yet. He doesn't want Caleb to pull out and articulating that much has become difficult. Don't, he wants to whisper, but that's far too vague for proper instruction.
Yussa tries to be affirmative instead, panting "Yes-- yes!" until he loses the ability entirely. "Caleb--"
His legs tighten and his fingers leave half-moon circles where he grips too tightly.
Yussa clings to him with the conviction of a man who knows exactly what he wants. Encouraging gasps fall hot over his lips, his legs wrap tight around his waist, and Caleb can feel the sharp pain of short, blunt nails digging into his back. Caleb's rhythm stumbles and he chokes on his breath. He should pull out, because even if Yussa has urged him to fuck his come into him once already, they still haven't talked about this. But the opportunity to do so is dwindling as quickly as his desire to follow through. Gods, fuck, affirmation is good enough for him. Yussa obviously has made up his mind, and he is telling Caleb with every enthusiastic moan and tremor of muscle in his legs, his arms, his core.
Caleb rolls his hips and fucks with a renewed certainty deep into his sweet wet heat. Even if he wanted to pull out, he would have to break Yussa's determined embrace around him. He isn't going to do that. His brow rests against Yussa's, their breath mingles, lips sliding together and apart in not quite kisses. He loses himself in the pleasure of soft walls clenching around his cock, Yussa's tight, perfect cunt trying to milk his orgasm out of him. He's hardly aware of the mumbled words spilling from him in a stream-of-consciousness combination of Common and Zemnian.
"Yussa, gods, you feel so good coming on my cock, I love making you feel good--fuck, you really want me to come inside, don't you? I am so close for you schatz, I'll fill you up like you want, you are so perfect--oh fuck--"
He pushes urgently into Yussa once, twice more before a cry tears from his chest and he lets go, spilling deep inside his lover's warm, welcoming body. Moaning softly, Caleb thrusts shallowly through his release, pressing fervid kisses up the side of Yussa's neck and along the ridge of his long, pointed ear.
Yussa can't articulate his full approval, but he's quite sure it's clear enough as Caleb pursues his own pleasure. His thighs tense and his entire body shivers when he feels Caleb come like that, pushed deep in him and fucking him through it while offering breathless adoration and affection. Caleb's breath is hot against his neck and his ear, his teeth and lops and tongue sending chills racing through him. It's overwhelming, but not yet too much. It's perfect.
He allows himself to go weak after that, finally succumbing to the consuming, delicious feeling of post-orgasmic heaviness in his limbs. Yussa slumps to the bed, weakly holding on to Caleb as he pants for air. His white hair sticks to his damp brow and Yussa lays stretched out beneath the younger man in utter contentment. His golden eyes remain closed for a while and a secretive smile plays across his mouth when he recovers enough to be that expressive.
It's a while longer before he can lift a hand again to stroke over Caleb's bearded cheek.
"Good boy," he coos, managing to sound more pulled together than he feels.
With the subtle tremor of Yussa's body, Caleb feels another wave of come issue into his heat, nearing the end of the thick, slow intensity of his orgasm. His hips rock down one last time as he presses a kiss to the tip of his ear and hilts inside him, and there he stays.
He feels the tension drain from the other man, and while Caleb is able to greedily gulp in air by the lungfull in an attempt to gain control of himself, he can't relax so completely. He has to keep himself braced against the bed so he won't simply collapse on top of him. But it is a small price to pay for the position he's found himself in. It feels like his veins flow with honey, warm and slow and sweet, and his head is stuffed with fine silk, cushioning his mind and letting him linger in this moment, pleasantly heavy and utterly fulfilled.
His lips brush the damp hair from Yussa's forehead. Then he is leaning into a gentle touch to his cheek, nuzzling into an elegant palm and pressing a bristly kiss to the inside of a delicate wrist. Yussa will be able to feel the way his breath stutters against his skin as his stomach gives a giddy little flip. He's figured out so quickly what he reacts to. Another kiss follows the first quickly, this one against the heel of his palm.
He doesn't think about getting up yet. He doesn't think about leaving before Yussa can ask him to go. He doesn't think about finding his clothes downstairs and putting them back on and making a solitary walk through the quiet streets of the Tangles back to his shitty apartment.
No, of course he thinks about it. He has to. But he can delay for a little longer, when each moment dragging into the next still brims with the kind of compelling intimacy that makes him never want to leave this bed.
"For you, ja," he rumbles. His hips lift to drag his cock slowly, reluctantly, from the divine grip of the elven wizard's cunt.
He's appreciative that Caleb doesn't just collapse on him. The young man's tender kisses are endearing as they brush his hair and his cheek, his wrist and his palm. Yussa isn't of a mind to move at all, but eventually Caleb does pull out. That earns a soft whine, but no real protest. He relaxes back, feeling utterly empty after all the effort made to work him open.
He's quite sure he's a mess of both of them, and when he shifts he can feel some of Caleb's come spill out of him. Yussa can't even muster the somatics for Prestidigitation, so he'll have to take care of that later, when he can feel his legs again. He lolls his head to look at Caleb, golden eyes warm and soft and full of contentment as he looks over the younger man.
As he looks away again, a brighter smile lights his face, the sort that comes with utter relaxation and (several) very good orgasms. Yussa's pulse has finally slowed, though he's still catching his breath.
Caleb hums, positive but non-comittal. Perhaps not only, but this is rare. This sort of submission comes naturally to him, but it is something he must guard closely, something he cannot entrust to just anyone. Tonight Yussa has wielded the power Caleb willingly handed him not only respectfully and enjoyably, but expertly. So well that Caleb would be willing to offer him even more. Finding this, finding Yussa, feels like a one-in-a-million chance.
"I wanted to tend to your needs," he says, echoing his own earlier words, low, quiet, and warm. "But you are an incredible man. I could not help wanting to be good for you. To give you everything you might desire."
He's rolled his still unsteady limbs less than gracefully onto the bed, laying on his side close enough to Yussa that their legs still tangle and he can easily lean over him to capture his lips in a lazy kiss, unable to resist the pull of that beautiful, relaxed grin. Yussa is radiant like this, soft and loose and well-fucked and happy, content to be dripping Caleb's come onto the bedsheets. He did that. He did that. The pleasure and relief and momentary peace of mind that brings him is absolutely priceless.
Caleb's hair, slightly mussed again, sticks to his skin too, flushed and hot, but gradually cooling. His muscles are going to be sore tomorrow, but he likes that. It will be like carrying this night with him, lingering in this warm feeling a little longer.
When his lips leave Yussa's and he collapses against the bed again, he smiles, wide and honest.
Yussa rolls onto his side to follow after Caleb and to get off of the pillow he's been laying on. He leans into the kiss, unhurried and relaxed as the younger man continues to offer him sweet affection.
"You've tended me well. I haven't felt this good in years."
For the first time since he's taken this position, Yussa's mind feels entirely quiet and his body is certainly exhausted - he may actually sleep tonight rather than trance. He lays there at Caleb's side for a while longer, eyes closed as his breathing finally grows more even. He knows that he should clean up before he passes out, and eventually he makes himself sit up. He presses a kiss to Caleb's shoulder in passing and runs his hand over the other man's arm before he slips from the bed.
Small, slender, and just a bit unsteady for the first few steps, Yussa uses the bedpost for balance before he plucks up a thin robe that does very little to obscure his shape once it's on. He's used magic to clean up so many times tonight that it feels only right to use water now. He doesn't have the energy for a full shower, but a damp cloth will do.
He catches himself in the mirror and he turns his head this way and that, as if a good fuck has made him look as well as feel younger. He rinses the cloth with hot water and returns to the bedroom. He drapes the warm, wet cloth over Caleb's stomach and plucks up a cup of cold tea from his nightstand for a sip.
That Caleb is beginning to feel like he might fall asleep is a strong indicator that he should get up and get going right now. He can't stop thinking about I haven't felt this good in years and probably won't for at least the next month. But all good things must come to an end, and he forces himself to start getting ready to go as soon as Yussa leaves the bed, parting from him with the casual affection Caleb's been enjoying so much.
Eyes slipping open, Caleb watches him cross the room. He's so lovely, and if Caleb were not so exhausted already, he knows he would find the shape of his petite body in that slip of a robe a major turn on; as it is, he is mostly very endeared by how unsteady he is on his feet.
"Danke," Caleb mutters when he returns, picking up the warm, damp towel from his stomach to give himself a rudimentary wipe down that will tide him over until he can get in the shower at home. Sitting up, then forcing himself to stand, he finds his discarded smalls on the floor by the bed and steps back into them. The rest of his clothing is downstairs scattered around the couch.
Well, now is the time. That Yussa is drinking clearly hours old tea makes his lips twitch fondly, and it is with that lingering warmth that he says, "Thank you for tonight. I should get home, but I...I really cannot say how much I have enjoyed myself. It would be embarrassing if I tried." His eyes are filled with gentle humor. Yussa's positive assessment of him makes him daring enough to step close and lean down to kiss his cheek as a warm palm covers his hip. The fabric of his robe feels like water, smooth and cool.
But most daring of all is when he draws back and wonders tentatively, "May I, ah...Would it be okay if I left my phone number with you?" His brow furrows slightly and a little heat returns to his face.
It isn't often that Caleb deliberately puts himself in a position to be rejected outright rather than just tacitly, but this is worth the risk. If Yussa would prefer this to be a one time thing, that is perfectly fine. But Caleb is already a little desperate to see him again, and he must make that interest clear for there to be any chance of it happening.
Yussa does not try to stop Caleb leaving, but he does tip his head into the kiss as the other man's lips brush his cheek.
"I would like it if you did," he says warmly. "I should like to feel this good again."
He reaches up with his free hand to gently catch Caleb's chin, holding him still for a proper kiss, the taste of sweet spices lingering on his lips. His thumb brushes over Caleb's beard before he lets go again. He does feel briefly guilty that he's sending Caleb back downstairs in only his smalls, but. He'll at least enjoy the view as he leaves.
"Good night, Caleb."
He could escort Caleb down, but he's worn out and if he goes down, he may not come back up, and he would prefer not to sleep on the couch in his own house. Still, he lingers by the edge of his bed until the young man is gone, then sighs and sinks onto it. Gods, he doesn't suspect he will regret this but he will certainly feel it in the morning.
Yussa is not as together as he normally is. He slept hard last night rather than trancing and it always leaves him slightly groggy, slow to start when he wakes. And while he makes it to the Academy with time before his first class, he gets distracted by an article someone left in his mailbox.
That leaves him striding through the halls to get to his first classroom. The seminar room is smaller than most lecture halls, but still arranged like one with stadium seating to allow all students a clear view of the front of the room and the boards on three sides of it. It's a fair number of students for an advanced class: he has twenty on the roster, but he's quite sure the number will whittle down in the first few weeks and again at midterms.
There are soft murmurs before Yussa Errenis sweeps into the room just a minute after the class was scheduled to start. He does not apologize for being late, but he does set down the cup of tea he's had in his hand since he left his office, along with a file folder.
"This is special topics in advancing evocation - if that does not sound familiar, I suggest you leave quickly and find where you are meant to be," he says as he arranges his roster and another piece of paper on the desk in front of him. Only then does his gaze flick up and--
He meets a pair of very familiar blue eyes. There's the briefest flash of recognition, but nothing more as Yussa's attention drifts across the rest of the room.
A tentative hand raises elsewhere in the classroom and he acknowledges it with a lifted brow.
"Did you mean advanced evocation, Professor?"
Yussa's brow arches further.
"I said what I meant. And that will be the last time anyone questions my choice of words in this room."
The human student who asked sinks down in their chair as Yussa turns away to write on one of the boards.
Caleb could be in better form. While he'd slept very well after he got home and showered, he hadn't been able to sleep long. But that is his own fault for staying out so late, and he doesn't regret it, even if he has two rather important first classes today. The only reason he doesn't feel completely lethargic, he thinks, is because he is still riding high from the night before, quietly giddy with how unexpectedly well it had turned out.
He knows he tends to get...overly focused on certain things and certain people too quickly, but it is far easier to acknowledge this flaw in himself than to actually mitigate it. So of course, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about Yussa. He said he wanted to see him again. He'd scrawled his name and phone number on a note pad by the couch after he dressed; hopefully Yussa has been able to find it. Though he knows he'll feel his phone vibrate in his pocket if he gets a text, he's been reflexively pulling it out to check his messages every fifteen minutes exactly this morning. Just in case.
But gods, that is pathetic, he knows it is. If Yussa is even awake yet, he has his own life, and he is probably not the type whose first priority is texting someone he'd just got done fucking less than twelve hours ago. Stay on task, Widogast. At least he manages to scrape some focus together by the time class actually starts.
Which is why it is all the more shocking when the man who has been on his mind all morning strides briskly into the room.
Just as Caleb is beginning to understand that the hot older wizard he hooked up with last night is apparently his hot evocation professor, he glances up, and their eyes meet. Though it lasts less than a second, it feels like a shock to his system. It feels like lightning down his spine, like his heart dropping into his stomach, mystifying and bewildering and more than a little absurd. But really, once those eyes move on and Caleb gets to actually think again, it isn't much of a stretch. He should have known this was a possibility. How many wizards of Yussa's caliber live in Rexxentrum and don't have some connection to the Academy?
Professor Y. Errenis, he remembers reading. Yussa Errenis. Of course.
Caleb's shoulders hunch a little further inward as he sinks an inch down into his seat. Fuck. No matter what, this ruins something he was really looking forward to. He doesn't want to drop this class. And as ridiculous as it might seem when it's been such a short time, he was hopeful about seeing Yussa again. Just not like this.
Still, he can't help noticing how good he looks today, and how ridiculously attractive he is as he effortlessly sets expectations and takes charge. Gods, even if he can stay in this class, if this is how it is going to be, he is fucked. He can't very well spend his time in this room for several hours several times a week thinking about bending his professor over that desk and eating him out just because he knows how good his cunt tastes and how he moans when he sucks his clit. He cannot sit here remembering how his words slurred in Elvish as his cock fucked him open, how his trembling legs squeezed tight around his waist to make sure he'd come inside him. He can't, or he's going to get hard right now looking at his professor, and that is not an option.
His best bet, he decides, is to follow Yussa's lead and do his absolute fucking best not to acknowledge that anything is amiss here at all. At least until class is over. They...should probably talk when class is over. They'll have to, won't they?
"The words you choose to use should be deliberate," he goes on as he sketches a glyph across the board. "In the same way that you should be deliberate in crafting components to spells. This course will focus on precisely that: sculpting spells, manipulating them to do exactly as you wish, including spells with an area of effect."
Yussa turns then, plucking what looks like a piece of ice or white stone from an unseen pocket while his other hand makes a somatic gesture. He speaks quickly, and across the room - around a student who's chosen to sit away from the others, a five-foot sphere of freezing cloud appears--but the student who should be in the center of it remains unaffected, though they are wide-eyed.
"This includes how to protect someone who may be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
The cloud dissipates and Yussa sees he has the rapt attention of most of the room now. Good.
"Shall we begin?"
Given that it is the first day, Yussa's demonstration is the first and last exciting thing to happen by most standards. He covers, out of necessity, his expectations, his ground rules, and requirements for the course. He also takes time to get a measure of where everyone is in terms of experience, which fills the rest of the time. At the end, he assigns reading and announces that by the end of next week, he wants everyone to have chosen their first spell to work with.
He makes sure to catch Caleb's eye, sharing a meaningful look, before he dismisses class.
At least Yussa's display manages to get his mind out of the gutter--somewhat paradoxically, given how attractive he finds that elegant bit of magic. After that, Caleb is able to pay attention to what is happening in front of him, drawing a firm line between last night and this morning in his mind. Part of that is that he is legitimately excited about this course. While transmutation is now his primary field of study, there is much about evocation that still interests him, and he has thoughts already on which spell he might choose for the kind of dissection and refinement they'll be doing.
It's almost enough to temper his nerves by the time class ends. Almost. Yussa catches his eye and his stomach flips all over again.
He takes his time packing up, giving the other students time to leave ahead of him. When he glances up to find that he is the only one left, he slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way down to Yussa at the front of the room.
Though he knows he has technically done nothing wrong, he is still embarrassed, and more than a little concerned about how this might go. His hands twist the strap of his bag. He is wearing his book harness again today, this time with the books, over a plain turtleneck and a flannel shirt that has seen better days, with khakis that fit loosely on his frame. His hair is gathered in a messy bun, and he is very aware of how long it's been since he shaved--not that Yussa seemed to mind that last night. Still, compared to Yussa, sharp and polished, he must look like a slob.
When he is near enough, he dares to meet Yussa's eye again. "I, ah...was not expecting to see you again quite so soon," he says sheepishly, smart enough to keep his voice down.
Yussa plucks up his half-finished cup of tea as Caleb makes his way down from his seat. "You look like you had a long night, Mister Widogast."
There's the barest hint of a smile on Yussa's mouth and a brightness in his eyes that betrays his amusement. This has the potential to complicate things, given the nature of their previous introduction. It doesn't help that his attention flicks to the familiar book harness before he lifts his gaze to Caleb's face again.
"But it is my pleasure to see you again. Do you have another class to get to?" An invitation hangs unspoken, but he will not make it fully if Caleb has somewhere else he needs to be. Whatever his interest, he won't interrupt the younger man's day when the conversation can wait.
That playful quip and the subtle amusement in Yussa's expression serves to put Caleb a little more at ease. "Long, but thoroughly enjoyable," he replies with a subtle but warm curl of his lips. Mister Widogast, he says. Clearly he's glanced over the roster, because Caleb had shared only his first name last night.
Perhaps this won't be quite as uncomfortable as he feared. Yussa was kind to him last night, and it stands to reason that he would be so in this situation as well. Surely they will be able to reach an understanding.
"Not for several more hours." He lets himself feel a little hopeful, though the nerves persist. "I have plenty of time if you would like to, um...talk."
Yussa collects his small file folder of papers from the desk and heads for the classroom door, left open by other students. He receives only a few acknowledgements from passing instructors or administrators - many people know him by name, far fewer know his face particularly well. That will change, of course, the longer he is here. But for now, it allows him a slight anonymity that he prefers.
His office is still somewhat sparse, though there are a few file boxes in a corner that need unpacking. The large window lets in sunlight most of the day and there are a few small crystals dangling on clear wire to catch the light, scattering prisms all over the room at the right hour. It is very much a room that belongs to someone still settling in.
Caleb follows that implicit instruction, shutting the door to Yussa's office behind him. "Ja, tea would be good. Thank you."
Glancing around the room, he wonders what it will look like when Yussa is more settled in. Having been in his home and gotten a sense of his taste that way, he thinks he has a pretty good idea.
But tea apparently was a priority. Given the abandoned cups he'd noticed last night, this doesn't come as a surprise. It's...cute, honestly.
Posture still tense, he hovers near Yussa's desk--or maybe he should call him Professor Errenis? One of a few things he hopes will be clear by the end of this conversation.
Yussa makes a gesture at the kettle to start it heating up again and he takes the lid off of one of the file boxes. He searches through it carefully before he produces another mug. This he sets on the desk, near a small tray with what looks like sugar, honey, and a small bowl of sliced lemons. Condensation on a small earthenware container with a lid suggests something cold inside - possibly cream or milk. From a desk in the drawer, he produces a small wooden box, filled with unlabeled but fragrant bags of tea.
The flurry of energy calms as steam blows out of the spout of the kettle. He pours the hot water and leaves the cup near the box of tea and tray. He'll let Caleb fix it how he likes.
"Sit, please," he says with a gesture at one of the chairs. He intends to replace those as soon as he can, they look uncomfortable. For his part, rather than sitting behind the desk, Yussa leans back against it, remaining on the same side as Caleb.
Caleb sits. The chair is a little uncomfortable, and would probably be hell to sit on for any real length of time. He drags his bag into his lap and looks up at Yussa before glancing away again. His discomfort is probably obvious, and he wishes it wasn't so. But he has been in this position so many times before, and though this is nearly two decades later and a very different situation with a very different man, his damaged brain still makes the connection, and as a result his body isn't quite his own. His heart beats faster, his hands feel sweaty, his arms itch. He hasn't been back in school for very long. It's still hard sometimes, for this very reason.
He waits for Yussa to say something. If they did something wrong, Ikithon had expected them not to speak until spoken to. And though he would like to speak now, though he can acknowledge with logic and observation that there is no reason for him to equate the two, his mind doesn't always follow reason when it comes to these things.
Rather than simply waiting in tense silence, he prepares tea for himself. He is grateful to have something to do with his hands, at least. Yussa has a remarkable selection even here, and Caleb chooses something green and flowery-smelling, a kind he doesn't normally drink, hoping that the taste of something brand new will help him get his head out of the past.
Yussa cannot help but notice the tension that creeps into the way Caleb carries himself. He sips his tea, waiting until Caleb sits back again.
"I found your number this morning," he says, by way of setting the subject at least. "I saved it on my way out the door."
Their position is more precarious now, and Yussa feels the weight of it, as he thinks he should. If Caleb is here, he is a promising student, and the last thing he wants is to stand in the way of that. And this is a position that Yussa has not found himself in for some time, not since he was a student.
He strokes his thumb along the lip of his cup.
"Our... context has clearly changed, and while my interest has not, I am aware that the power dynamic has shifted. I would not want you to feel that you are beholden to me in any way or that my assessment of you as a student will somehow depend on whatever we do or don't do outside of those roles."
As Yussa speaks, something in Caleb shifts, like a mechanism releasing. He holds his mug of steeping tea with both hands to keep himself from touching his arms, but the urge is becoming less prominent. His chest becomes a little lighter, and he feels more...himself, more Caleb, when he looks up at Yussa again and doesn't look away.
He has agency here. He can express his thoughts without fear of reprisal. Yussa is not an unreasonable man; he clearly cares, and he will listen.
There's a little hopeful thrill when Yussa says that his interest hasn't changed. Caleb's hasn't either. If anything, Yussa's candid acknowledgement of the shift in power and how that might impact Caleb has reassured him that his interest isn't misplaced. He liked Yussa last night, and he likes him even more now, once the initial shock has faded.
"You are still welcome to use that number, if you would like," Caleb offers. "Based on our interactions so far, I trust that you would be fair and unbiased about my work, whether we...see one another outside these roles or not." He lifts his tea to his lips without putting anything in it, and it is intensely grassy, with a bitter aftertaste. It certainly does help to clear his mind. "I am very interested in...you," he admits. "But I understand if that is too complicated. I am not sure if there is etiquette regarding personal connections of this sort, or what it might be."
"The etiquette is that they are discouraged. Or should be." Yussa offers a small, wan smile. It's unfortunate that they are making this discovery a day late, but. "If we proceed, we will need to keep things in their separate spheres, at least until I am no longer responsible for your assessment."
Until the end of term. That suddenly seems a long way away, but Yussa is patient and he is private by nature. He doesn't seen it being an obstacle for him. But, ultimately, the choice is Caleb's. Yussa will cede authority and power wherever he can to make up for the differential.
He presses his lips together, trying to suppress a smile when he sees the face Caleb makes after tasting the tea. He clears his throat to hide a laugh.
"Try it with honey," he suggests. "I find that eases the bitterness." Yussa pauses, consider his next words carefully. There are some things he cannot (or will not) control, and he should address his other concerns. "This trust goes both ways. While I certainly have no intention of abusing my authority, I trust that you will not try to ruin my reputation or career."
Caleb is old enough that some of the stigma of a student-teacher relationship is removed, but he is still a student. The blame would go to Yussa for encouraging this, regardless of the reality of the situation, should Caleb choose to make the right waves. While he would be content to disappear back to Nicodranas, he would prefer not to do so after having his name dragged through the mud.
Separate spheres. He nods. That only makes sense. Caleb had assumed as much anyway. He'd assumed Yussa might want that even after the end of term, actually. It isn't as though they are talking about dating, or a relationship more involved than occasional sex. Are they?
He does reach for the honey and add a generous dollop to his tea. The taste is much more tolerable once it's stirred in, and he gives a brief smile, grateful for the suggestion.
The reminder that he could also be in a position to potentially ruin Yussa's new position here, and his standing in general, clearly strikes a chord in Caleb. He shakes his head, frowning.
"I have no interest in making things difficult for you," he says seriously. "Truly, nothing appeals to me less than making accusations about someone who does not deserve it. It was a grueling and painful enough process trying to remove someone who was guilty of abuse. I have had enough of that circus for a lifetime."
The way the school and the Assembly had protected Ikithon for years hasn't left Caleb with a whole lot of confidence that he would be listened to anyway. But then, Ikithon had been entrenched in this institution; Yussa is an entirely new addition, and not even from the Empire besides. It is a delicate thing, but Yussa is right; this trust does go both ways.
"Well," he demurs. "Then I am interested in continuing our... exploration. I should like to know you better, Caleb Widogast. And, at the risk of blurring lines, I do look forward to seeing what you're made of, both in and out of my classroom."
There's something coy there, a smile that's quickly hidden by a sip from his cup. That gives him some relief. He lowers his cup again, golden eyes still bright but his expression more placid.
"In that event..." He looks down and plucks a pen up from his desk. In an elegant hand, he writes something on a sticky note, then passes it to Caleb. A phone number. "I know you were perhaps hoping to avoid this, but I leave the ball in your court, as it were."
Caleb is grateful that Yussa doesn't press him any further on that matter. The challenge he presents is much more exciting. "I look forward to impressing you in the classroom. And continuing to impress you out of it."
The bright, flirtatious glint in his eye is dimmed a little when Yussa hands over his own number, putting the next step of this, whatever it is, in Caleb's hands. He is right, of course. He'd put this choice in Yussa's hands originally to take it out of his own, and perhaps avoid a little embarrassment due to his own over-eagerness. But they are a little past the point of embarrassment now. It takes him only a moment to memorize the sequence of digits before he tucks the note into his bag with a look of resignation.
"If you leave this to me, you will be getting a message today," he warns, while they're going for honesty.
"I should hope so," he answers lightly. "I am finished on campus at six o'clock, and I have nothing planned for this evening."
That, at least, is entirely true. Yussa had planned for a quiet dinner and perhaps some lesson planning, but he would welcome company for the evening. He finds Caleb agreeable so far, even if they do not know each other well. Something about the younger man's bearing, his way of moving through the world. Yussa is intrigued to know more about him, but that may take time, and for good reason.
From the way Caleb's eyes widen, it's clear that sounds to him too good to be true. But there is no catch. Yussa not only welcomes the idea of speaking to him again today, but possibly even seeing him again tonight.
"I--ja, my evening is free also," he agrees. "Would you...like some company?"
Technically, he is making the first move. But Yussa has made it easy for him, for which he is immensely grateful.
Yussa lowers his lashes, almost like the way a contented cat might slowly blink, and finishes his cup of tea.
"I would enjoy that. Take some time, let me know when you wish to come by after your classes are through for the day."
He thinks it would be best if Caleb gets through his day first before making any extensive plans for the evening, but Yussa does find himself hoping that the young man will still be up to it.
Caleb nods, earnest. "Yes. I will message a little later."
He sips at his tea again, thinking it would probably be rude to leave it unfinished after Yussa went to the trouble of offering it.
"I am also looking forward to knowing you better, Yussa. Very much." His smile is somewhere between earnest, bashful, and playful. They talk a little more before they have to go their separate ways--though not for long, Caleb hopes. It is a strange situation to be sure, but he finds that he is oddly grateful for it. He programs Yussa's number into his phone and texts it several hours later, when his last class is finished. After a short exchange, they agree to meet at Yussa's home at eight-thirty, after Yussa gets held up a little longer than anticipated. He mentions having drinks, and Caleb readily agrees.
Maybe it is a little too much effort, but Caleb changes his clothes before he goes over. If Yussa is going to invite him into his home, he can at the very least wear a shirt that doesn't have threadbare holes at the elbows and pants that actually fit him--for the portion of the evening he remains clothed, anyway. The warm light grey sweater and black jeans he saves for slightly nicer occasions are passable, he thinks.
Tonight he sees Yussa's kitchen, and he gets to impress him a little by making their first round of drinks: a bourbon, orange, and ginger cocktail that Yussa compliments immediately after the first sip.
They talk about Caleb's studies, his change in focus from evocation to transmutation, how he returned to the Academy only last year after a long absence to pursue an advanced degree, making him quite a bit older than most of his peers (the human ones, anyway). Yussa seems surprised and intrigued by how much Caleb has been able to learn in the intervening years through self-study alone. He wonders what he would think if he told him that he filled most of his spellbook in only a year, but keeps that to himself for the time being.
Helped along by a little booze, the conversation is easy and enjoyable, and Caleb very much enjoys Yussa's insights, his thoughtful questions, and his dry humor. Even if this was to be the extent of their evening, he would be fine with that--though with how much they've been flirting, he doesn't think that will be the case.
Yussa is annoyed that he's stopped on his way out of his office, but he endures an impromptu faculty meeting with as much patience as he can muster. He was looking forward to seeing Caleb anyway, but now he has even more reason to want to unwind with agreeable company.
By the time Caleb arrives, Yussa is still dressed in what he'd taught in earlier that day, save for one key difference: the black turtleneck he'd worn beneath the white blouse is gone. The simple binder he wore beneath it and his warm skin are quite evident beneath the thin fabric. And he finds himself quietly delighted when Caleb mixes the first round of drinks. He loves the warmth of the ginger, and between the cocktail and the company, he's in a far better mood before long.
He is fascinated by Caleb's apparent skill - self-study is not easy, and to be accepted into the program Caleb must have made his talent clear. Yussa itches to ask him more, but reserves some of his curiosity. He can parcel it out - he isn't interested in interrogating the younger wizard tonight.
Yussa makes the second round of drinks with rum, ginger beer (to stay on theme), and lime. His part of the conversation involves a bit of well-earned complaining about the last minute meeting that delayed his night, a little bit about how he got this job in the first place - or rather, how it was offered to him - and some about his time in Nicodranas. The story of the Open Quay is usually good for some amusement.
By the end of the second round, Yussa is feeling pleasantly warm, and he's ended up sitting much closer to Caleb on the couch. He is very handsome, somehow moreso now that Yussa's been able to see him in the daylight. Or perhaps it's his intelligence and dry wit that's added to the attraction.
When there's a natural lull in the conversation, Yussa says:
"Should we discuss... I don't know, boundaries? Expectations?" Perhaps he should have brought that up earlier. He's far more interested in kissing Caleb right now, but he feels he should at least make the attempt.
The more Caleb drinks, the more difficult it becomes to pretend he isn't spending a lot of time looking at Yussa's chest. The white blouse isn't quite sheer, but near enough to it that what's beneath is more than hinted at. Last night, Caleb found Yussa devastatingly attractive, somehow he has only become more so over the course of the day. Not only is he sexy, smart, and powerful (and rich enough to own an entire district in Nicodranas, apparently?), but he is also witty, considerate, and very endearing as he complains about the last minute meeting that kept him late.
Despite this morning surprise, Caleb is incredibly happy to be tipsy on his couch together, close enough that they could nearly be cuddling. In a moment of quiet, he considers finally putting his arm around Yussa properly, though that's interrupted when he speaks again.
"That is probably wise," he agrees, though the topic makes him nervous. He does have boundaries when it comes to sex that he needs to enforce for his own safety. But it is always expectations that ruin a thing like this. Admitting to wanting something the other does not tends to make things awkward. Caleb, who's found that he usually wants too much, has learned to just agree with whatever is on the table.
His second drink is nearly gone, so he finishes the rest with a long gulp and sets the empty glass aside. "So what do you want from me, Yussa?" he flirts, bracing an arm against the back of the couch to lean closer to the elf with a warm smile and a suggestively raised brow. He is not going to let this conversation sap away the good mood he's established, he decides.
"Oh, sweet boy," he murmurs, more relaxed and more open with a bit of liquid help. He brushes his fingers along Caleb's jaw. "I want many things."
Yussa saw the brief flash of uncertainty or tension at the start of this conversation. Caleb has more nerves than he might have imagined last night. He'll try not to exacerbate them.
"I want you to be clear if there is anything you do not want. And I want you to be exceedingly clear when there is something you do want." There's a flash of wickedness in his grin. "Even if you must beg."
He doesn't think he's read Caleb wrong, not after what he's seen so far.
Oh, gods. The soft flush turning Caleb's pale skin pink deepens, and he feels a stab of heat in his gut. The way his lips part with a sharp inhale and his eyes widen by a fraction has to give him away. But what could he possibly want more than to be Yussa's sweet boy and beg for the privilege? Yussa's fingertips rake lightly through his beard, and he swallows hard.
"Ja," he agrees, a breathy husk to his voice that wasn't there before. His gaze can't seem to leave Yussa's face. "I can do that."
He wants to ask (beg, even) to kiss Yussa right now, but that would cut this conversation rather short. Which might not be such a bad thing, except that Yussa has asked him to be clear.
"I--I want to give you pleasure, primarily, even if it excludes my own. I want to earn your approval, and whatever you may see fit to reward me with should I do well. I enjoy praise, but only if it is deserved. I like to be told what to do. But I do not enjoy, um...when the goalposts shift midway, so to speak, or being set up to fail. I do not like being tied down to things, and I cannot do leather restraints at all, but other kinds are okay with pre-negotiation. I do like a little pain--pulling my hair, biting, scratching, slapping. I would probably enjoy more intense pain as well, on a case-by-case basis. Punishment is good, as long as I am allowed to make up for whatever displeased you. Teasing is welcome, and I like to be told what I am good for. You can be mean, but not, ah...cruel, if that makes sense?"
Red-faced, Caleb lays out his own desires and limits as well as he knows how to. There is probably more, but he feels like he has spoken so much already.
Yussa wants to lean in, to close the scant space still left between them, but he tries to wait. He wants to hear Caleb out, even if every word enflames his desire. Some of the things Caleb says, the limits he sets, sound like they are in place due to bad experiences, and Yussa finds himself annoyed that anyone could use this man with cruelty, in any context.
He finally gives in and presses a kiss to Caleb's slightly parted lips.
"I do not enjoy setting up anyone to fail." Not if he is invested in him. "And while I think I might like being mean to you, I will never be cruel. I will bear all this in mind, but it remains my requirement that you speak up should anything be heading in a direction you do not want."
If Caleb is putting himself in Yussa's care, then honesty is the only way forward for both of them. He kisses Caleb again, aware that he will be the reason for the breakdown of the conversation at this rate. He breathes a soft sigh and it almost sounds like longing. He should hold up his end of this.
"I don't mind rough handling, may even encourage it if I am in the right mood," he says, still quite close. "But there is a difference between that and inflicting pain with no other purpose. I am not interested in the latter. There will be days when I have no interest or energy to wield authority once I am off the Academy grounds, I hope that will not be a disappointment. If it will be, we'll simply not make arrangements on those days."
Caleb tries not to melt after that first kiss, but it is difficult to resist. He manages to at least nod in earnest understanding as Yussa continues speaking, absorbing and remembering his words. When it seems a verbal response is required of him to ensure he understands and knows he is expected to say something if his comfort is encroached on, he murmurs, "I am not here to be hurt. If my boundaries are being pushed, I will tell you."
He thinks perhaps that will be all, because Yussa kisses him again, and Caleb allows himself to lean into it fully this time, sliding his arm down from the back of the couch to curl behind Yussa's back--but he pulls away again with a sigh that Caleb feels in his bones. Gods, he wants him. But that can wait, because Caleb wants to know Yussa's own limits as well. Gently, his hand rubs up and down in short motions against the small of the elven wizard's back as he explains.
That Yussa encourages rough handling ignites Caleb's interest in a way he hadn't expected it to. He's never had a lover so much smaller than him, and he hadn't imagined it would appeal to him particularly. Apparently he was wrong about that. Last night, having to stretch Yussa open so thoroughly for his cock was incredibly arousing. Caleb is average at best for a human man, but to Yussa he is big, and there is something undeniably appealing in that. It makes him feel just a little more special, a little more capable of giving Yussa what he wants. But pain is something he is very much not interested in inflicting, and he nods gratefully, glad that they are on the same page there.
While incorrect, that Yussa thinks it is possible he might only be interested in his ability to take control is understandable, given what Caleb has outlined so far. But he shakes his head at once when he voices the idea that seeing him on days that he does not feel up to that might be a disappointment. That could not be further from the truth.
"No, no," he assures quickly, "I certainly do not expect that from you every time we meet. I understand that it can be exhausting, especially if you are already tired. I would be happy to see you even without that dynamic in play." Lifting his hand to Yussa's face and brushing his thumb lightly along his cheekbone in an exceptionally tender gesture, Caleb offers a soft smile. "For example, I am enjoying your company now quite a lot."
Yussa had complained of his last-minute meeting draining his energy; Caleb sees no reason to make him do anything tonight except relax and feel good.
Yussa relaxes more into Caleb's arms as he offers that reassurance. Well, that's good to know. He appreciates the candid response and the fact that Caleb is interested in more than power dynamics. Good. That opens a lot more doors for them and Yussa enjoys exploring. Even if he has been through them before himself, it's always different with someone new.
"I think we've sorted things out for now," he murmurs against Caleb's mouth. "We can discuss more as it comes up."
That said, he kisses the younger man again and slides closer until he's nearly in Caleb's lap. After all he's learned so far, Caleb's mouth is utterly distracting and he realizes it may be best to blow off steam so that he doesn't think about it - even in passing - while they share a classroom. Yussa does not worry about keeping his interests separate, but having an outlet will make it easier still.
Yussa breaks the kiss somewhat abruptly, but he still doesn't pull away very far. Enough to allow both of them to speak.
Very agreeable, Caleb's arm grows tighter around Yussa the closer he gets, keeping him there as they kiss. Already he wants more, wants to feel him splayed over his lap, his weight settled over his groin. But Yussa doesn't quite get there before the kiss stops again quite suddenly. Caleb nearly groans in frustrated disappointment.
"Nein, no," he breathes urgently, eyes sliding open and growing darker as heat builds under his skin. "We have covered the important things."
Boldly, his hand slides down Yussa's back to cup his ass. Caleb's head tilts and his mouth wanders away from Yussa's for just long enough to tease his earlobe with his tongue, then a light scrape of teeth.
"Though I should ask what you are up for tonight," he concedes. Long, gracefully tapered arcanist's fingers follow the curve of his ass down until they can dip between his legs and rub lightly over his cunt through his dark trousers. "Are you sore from yesterday at all?"
Yussa gets into a better position with Caleb's help and wandering hands. He closes his eyes as the other man's warm mouth finds his neck, and he breathes in sharply as clever fingers tease between his thighs. He's certainly already feeling sharp arousal and the teasing pressure sends a jolt right through him.
"Some, but I so no reason why that should stop us," he murmurs, voice heavier as he moves his hands. One tries to get beneath Caleb's sweater while the other slides over the front of Caleb's jeans, wondering if the conversation excited him. "I will tell you if anything is too much."
Of that Caleb can always be sure. Yussa lifts his head to guide Caleb into another kiss, this one more demanding as his tongue sweeps into his lover's mouth.
Yussa's exploration certainly yields results; there is a definite stiffness in Caleb's jeans, his cock half hard from conversation and kissing alone. He barely manages to bite back what probably would have been an embarrassing moan at the sudden direct touch. But Yussa will certainly be able to feel the way the muscles in his stomach quiver and clench, with little to prevent him from getting his hand under his sweater and the thin shirt beneath.
"Good," Caleb murmurs, though his accent is heavy enough that it sounds more like the Zemnian version of the word. "You were so eager for me to finish inside you last night that I intend to do it again."
In that low, playful declaration is a veiled question he should have asked sooner: is that still all right?
His fingers give another slow caress between Yussa's legs, this one with more deliberate pressure now that he knows Yussa is not tender enough for it to be a deterrent. Even through the layers of fabric he can feel the heat of the older man's cunt, it suddenly he desperately doesn't want either of them to be dressed any longer.
"Yes," he purrs in agreement in answer to that declaration. Gods, that is exactly what he wants, and hearing Caleb say it so confidently sends another rush of arousal sinking through him. He's certain that he is well on his way to being quite wet, especially when the memory of last night joins everything happening now. Yussa feels like a dam has broken and he is happy to get swept away in having physical intimacy again. He guides Caleb into another kiss and tips his hips, trying to encourage the younger man's touch.
His other hand drops down to join the first in working Caleb's pants open. Zipper, then fly, then his hand can slip beneath to palm his cock through his smalls. His thumb strokes against the hot flesh hidden by thin fabric and he breathes a soft sigh. Caleb might only be half hard, but Yussa does not doubt for a second his ability to encourage the younger man all the way there.
As they kiss, Caleb indulges Yussa in a little more of the same friction through his trousers, but he is just as eager to get past that barrier as well. The kiss breaks with Caleb's gasp as Yussa is the first to succeed in that, reaching into his jeans and stroking his cock with only his smalls between them. His length pulses, heavy and hot, under that touch and he can barely keep his hips from jumping up to meet it. He isn't going to remain half hard for long.
Caleb's hands are hurried as he works open on the buttons at Yussa's waist, and as soon as he is able to, slips a hand inside and into his smalls to cup his cunt in his palm. Two fingers crook up and rub along his slit, spreading the slickness there as a hum of approval rumbles in Caleb's chest at how warm he feels.
"How many fingers should I give you first, hm?" he wonders, low and rough with want. "Are you open enough for two?"
Yussa's breathing changes as Caleb gets a hand beneath his clothes, quickly finding his slick slit. He rocks his hips, chasing the light friction now that they are bare skin against skin, even if it is only like this. Yussa bites the other man's bottom lip and feels another little surge of wetness as Caleb proposes two right away. It's not quite twenty-four hours since they last fucked.
"Try it," he murmurs by way of encouragement, his accent heavier. He's excited, he was well-fucked last night, and after a couple of drinks he's feeling wonderfully relaxed - it might be possible. And if it's not, Yussa knows Caleb will take care of him. He's also finding he quite likes the way Caleb talks when he's feeling bold.
With one hand between Yussa's legs, the other slides up his back beneath his shirt. Caleb licks his lips, the bottom one smarting, and makes an approving noise. His fingers drag back and forth through his folds, skimming over his clit and testing his entrance. He feels slick and soft, inviting, and when Caleb presses slowly deeper, his cunt yields for both fingers together.
"Oh, yes," he breathes. They sink in all the way to the last knuckle, cradled in his tight heat. He could barely fit one in first thing last night, and now he can curl and rub at his walls with two with barely any resistance. That he'd fucked him well enough last night for that--gods. His cock throbs under Yussa's hand. "Perfect. So perfect."
He can see nothing, working entirely behind the barrier of Yussa's clothing, so Caleb watches his face instead.
Yussa grabs Caleb's shoulder and moans as two fingers sink into him without resistance. He certainly feels it still, but gods, it's easier than he thought it would be. Color rises high in his cheeks and his cunt briefly tightens around Caleb's fingers as they rub against him. Unlike the impassive instructor at the head of the class earlier, Yussa's expression now betrays every moment of pleasure - he isn't trying to hide anything.
There isn't much room for Caleb's hand to move, but it doesn't need to. Yussa rocks his hips and kisses Caleb again with a renewed urgency. He shifts, attempting to grind against the heel of Caleb's hand.
"Sweet thing," he whispers, voice tight. The caress of the other man's hand up his back is grounding. "I would let you have me here, but I think we both have earned a bed."
His couch is very comfortable, but his bed is even more so and they have more room there.
Yussa is going to ruin him with just two words. All this sweet boy, sweet thing is driving him mad with the desire to prove them true, to be exactly as sweet as Yussa needs him to be. Caleb's fingers rock gently inside him, and he holds Yussa close as the other man adjusts to being so full.
As attractive as Caleb had found his intimidating professor this morning, he thinks he likes him this way even more, beautifully open and receptive. The man this morning was untouchable. This one is begging to be fucked, kissing him and grinding eagerly on his hand.
"I do want to properly undress you before we get carried away," he agrees, nudging his forehead to Yussa's. Showing the same care as when he'd pressed them inside, Caleb slowly eases his fingers from Yussa's cunt. They come out predictably wet, and he smears them over his clit, rubbing teasingly light before withdrawing his hand from the open front of Yussa's trousers entirely. "There we go," he murmurs.
If Yussa is at all unsteady when getting up, Caleb's arm is there behind his back to steady him.
Yussa sighs heavily as Caleb draws his fingers free with that last, teasing stroke over his clit. He slips out of the younger man's lap, not quite so far-gone yet that he needs to worry about his balance. His fingers brush along Caleb's jaw, drawing away with a come-hither gesture as Yussa heads for the stairs. He untucks his blouse the rest of the way and begins to unbutton it on his way up.
His bedroom is much the same as it was last night. The bed is made and there is a different nearly-empty mug on the nightstand. Yussa shrugs out of his blouse and tosses it over the armchair near the window - the teacups from the previous evening are gone. The trip upstairs gives Yussa a bit of time to clear his head, but gods, he looks forward to Caleb clouding it again. He's unbuttoning his trousers completely by the time Caleb catches up. The lights in the room are already on, bright enough to see by but low enough to create an atmosphere conducive to what they're about to do.
As Caleb enters his bedroom and sees Yussa undressing, it strikes him again that this is his second time here in as many days. In most circumstances, a reveal like this morning's would have killed whatever has started between them before it could really begin. But not this, not them. They fit so well together already; the attraction between them is powerful and undeniable. In Yussa's presence Caleb is content and comfortable in a way he rarely is around anyone, let alone someone he has just met. For him to find himself in Yussa's bedroom two nights in a row is evidence that he isn't the only one feeling this connection. He was invited.
Smiling mostly to himself, he pulls his sweater off over his head on his way over to the bed, followed by the thin teeshirt beneath. Both are left on the floor as he finishes the job Yussa had started downstairs and shucks his jeans as well, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull them down his legs. But he watches Yussa as he does this, and as soon as his hands are free, he reaches for him. His hands land on his lower back and skim down to his waist, where a playful but insistent pull guides him to stand between Caleb's spread knees. Pleased, Caleb presses a kiss to the soft brown skin right in front of his face, nuzzling against Yussa's stomach.
Yussa pauses what he's doing when Caleb comes into the room. A smile curves his mouth as the younger man sits on the edge of his bed to get out of his jeans and he takes a moment to admire how much of him is bare. He likes the way that Caleb reaches for him, enjoys very much the stroke of gentle and calloused hands over his bare sides. Elegant fingers stroke through Caleb's hair as warm lips press against Yussa's stomach; the other hand lightly brushes over the freckles on the younger man's shoulder. It's a sweet gesture and Yussa is content to answer it with gentle affection. Perhaps it would be more prudent to end this, but Yussa has always gone his own way when it suits him.
And he's glad that he has. This feels good, and it's been far too long since he had a lover - a real one, not just a one-night affair here or there. Caleb interests him and his skill is undeniable. And he likes what they may be able to do for each other, with each other.
He finishes unfastening his trousers. With that done, they are loose enough for the fabric to fall down his hips to his thighs. He pushes at them, gives a brief little shimmy to get them to fall the rest of the way. Then Yussa tips Caleb's chin up so that he can press a kiss to the other man's mouth, full of warmth and promise.
Caleb melts against the warmth of Yussa's mouth, leaning up into the kiss and pulling the elf unconsciously closer in the process as he clutches him tighter. Yussa's lips are so soft, and Caleb can't help wanting to kiss him deeper. His tongue presses into the silky heat of his mouth, and Caleb's soft groan is muffled there. Gods, this is good. Without Yussa's trousers in the way, his hands sweep down over his hips and back to give his ass a playful squeeze.
When he draws back, it's with a half dazed smile. The fingers stroking through his hair feel so good that he almost wants to just lean against Yussa and let that continue. But there is so much more he wants, and if last night is any indication, Yussa won't be able to keep himself from touching his hair no matter how they end up.
So he slides off his smallclothes without much ceremony, showing just how much talking and kissing and fingering Yussa in his lap and anticipation of more have effected him, and tries to draw Yussa along with another parting kiss. Tonight it's Caleb who moves invitingly to the center of the bed with a come-hither look, stretching out on his side and patting the space next to him. His cock is heavy and hot with arousal even if he isn't yet fully stiff, and since he isn't imposing the same rules on himself as he had last night, there is no reason he shouldn't reach down and give himself a few slow strokes, almost casual. It feels especially self-indulgent to touch himself while he knows Yussa is watching, while he can see Yussa watching.
The way Caleb touches him is refreshing in so many ways. Yussa is accustomed to most people considering him untouchable - he has worked to cultivate that air for decades and the effort has paid off, but there is a cost.
He smiles as Caleb draws away from him, easing further onto the bed and looking terribly tempting. Yussa slips out of his smalls before he slinks onto the bed. As soon as he's close enough, his hand slides over Caleb's where it's wrapped arounds his cock. He doesn't try to stop Caleb or guide the way he touches himself, just uses this as a way to participate as he leans in for another kiss.
There is excitement in this exploration - Caleb is already showing him a different side than the one he saw last night and Yussa wants to see more of it. His thumb rubs over the head of Caleb's cock and he gently bites his bottom lip before breaking the kiss.
Gasping against Yussa's mouth, Caleb's hips tilt toward him automatically. With the warm pressure of slim fingers covering his own and the slow, sensuous rub of his thumb across the damp head of his cock, he can't help it. There's a quiet but resonant groan from deep in his chest as the elf's teeth sink lightly into his lip before they part with a soft wet noise.
He can't believe he gets to do this a second time. More than that, even. Their conversation downstairs involved the intent for far more than that. A regular arrangement. Gods, Caleb is already too far gone. This man is going to become an obsession.
Resting their foreheads together and breathing the same warm, humid air, Caleb drags Yussa's hand with his in a slow stroke along his length, hot and full beneath their combined touch. "I cannot wait to be inside you again," he confesses in a gravelly murmur. "I would like it if you would keep touching me while I, ah...pick up where I left off with my fingers."
Yussa closes his eyes for a moment when their brows touch, enjoying the closeness and the building excitement. They flash open again when Caleb speaks.
"As you like," he murmurs. He moves to properly straddle Caleb's hips. "Far be it from me to leave you neglected."
He presses another kiss to Caleb's mouth, sighs against it as his hand moves. He coaxes Caleb to let go and immediately takes over for him, finding the same pace the younger man was keeping. If it means Caleb can touch him again, Yussa is more than happy to be of assistance. Besides, he enjoys the feel of his lover's cock, thrilled to feel Caleb's excitement in the throb against his palm.
As Yussa moves to perch over him, Caleb obligingly rolls onto his back, feeling heat pool even more intensely under his skin. When prompted, he releases his grip so that Yussa can take over. Caleb watches his hand move lightly over his dick, and the sight is mouthwatering--Yussa, smirking, stroking a comparatively thick cock jutting out between his thighs.
Sometimes he is very, very glad for his excellent memory.
Caleb doesn't need more of an invitation to push his hand between Yussa's legs, dragging two fingers from his wet opening to his swollen clit. They're so close together that his knuckles brush over his own tightly drawn balls, then the root of his cock. He breathes a soft, pleasantly startled noise, but isn't deterred from his task, which has the whole of his attention. He rubs flat circles with his fingers, spreading Yussa's slick around. The sound is already obscene, especially as Yussa's fluid glosses his folds, the crease of his thighs. There is something very satisfying about making a mess of such a powerful, put together man, and Caleb can't help humming with pride.
With slick fingers he nudges his folds aside to take the base of his hard clit between his thumb and index finger. Caleb gently massages him at the root, starting to lightly jerk him off and brushing the head with his thumb in the process, an echo of what Yussa had done to him.
Yussa braces his hand against the bed as Caleb lays back and he makes a quiet sound as Caleb's fingers stroke up his slit. He should lift his hips more, but he doesn't. He trusts Caleb will encourage him to move if he needs to change the angle of his hand.
He breathes in sharply as the younger man rubs his cunt, spreading wetness and encouraging more. The slick sound is obscenely exciting. Yussa gives a small push of his hips, chasing the pressure of Caleb's hand while still trying to give the other man the freedom to do as he likes. His palm sweeps over the head of Caleb's cock, smearing the precome there and stroking it down his length. He feels thick in his hand, and he knows exactly how Caleb will feel inside him.
Slick fingers stroke his clit directly, drawing a soft, sharp cry from Yussa's lips. He whispers in Elvish and his hand falters on Caleb's cock as the rush of sensation distracts him. He's managed to keep his breathing even so far, but now it comes quicker as he tries to meet the rub of Caleb's fingers and thumb.
"That's it. Fuck my fingers all you like," Caleb encourages breathlessly, eyes dark and bright and focused, drinking in the sight of Yussa over him, the sounds he makes in pleasure, the almost reserved rut of his hips toward his hand. His cock is blood-hot and dripping precome in Yussa's grip, no matter how uneven the rhythm of his strokes. "I want to make you feel good." He brings his other hand to Yussa's side and reaches for a nipple with his thumb, feeling the soft give of his breast beneath his touch and the rise and fall of his chest as his breath comes faster.
Caleb switches from concentrated rubbing to light, slow strokes that just graze over heated skin, from Yussa's slick, stiff clit down to his twitching, silky smooth entrance.
"Gods," he breathes, looking up at him. "You are so wet."
The rough pads of his middle and ring fingers play over the opening of his cunt a few moments longer before something shifts low in his gut and he has to press them in, a little less careful than he had downstairs. Yussa is so much more aroused now, and he takes both fingers beautifully all the way to the last knuckle, until Caleb is holding his slick and sensitive sex in his cupped palm. The heel of his hand grinds against his clit as his fingers pump slowly into him.
Yussa tries to remember that he'd said he would keep stroking Caleb's cock through this. His eyes are nearly closed as he does exactly that - he tries to fuck the fingers stroking him.
He feels like he could hit his peak like this and a soft, almost frustrated cry escapes him when Caleb's fingers move. His cunt throbs as the younger man rubs over his entrance, reminding him just how wet he is. Yussa moans with relief as Caleb's fingers push into him. He sinks lower, panting as they slide in as deep as they can. His hand is still on Caleb's cock, but it's stopped moving as Caleb cups his hand.
Golden eyes fall shut and Yussa starts moving. He tries to ride Caleb's fingers, tries to grind against the heel of his hand as his lover's fingers work in and out of him. Slick walls squeeze and throb around them and Yussa doesn't try to stop it when he feels the building tension in him break.
He moans, startled by the suddenness of his orgasm as it hits him hard. His entire body shivers.
That Yussa soon forgets all about stroking him even while he still lays heavy in his hand is actually rather charming. Distracted by his own pleasure, he moves over him, against and into his hand, onto his fingers. He is perfectly hot and soft inside, and Caleb explores the effect of his touch, noting which movements consistently prompt a squeeze or shiver from the man grinding down on him.
More quickly than Caleb expected, Yussa moans as orgasm rolls through him, clenching around his fingers as he rides it out. Rapt and thrilled at pulling a seemingly intense climax from him, Caleb keeps on rubbing them firmly in and out for as long as his quivering lasts, feeling intimately the difference in the tension Yussa carries before this release and after. His thumb continues to circle his nipple, putting enough pressure there to make such a sensitive spot ache sweetly.
He wants to be closer, to hold him, when he fucks him tonight. He wants to be closer now. With a wet noise he withdraws his fingers from Yussa's cunt and raises them to his lips, where he sucks them clean with an appreciative hum, smearing his mouth and chin with his slick palm in the process.
"Come lay down with me," he coaxes warmly. "I do not think you will need much more to make you ready tonight."
Yussa trembles over Caleb, panting quietly as the other man works him through his orgasm. He bites his lip as Caleb's thumb strokes over his nipple, sending pleasant little shocks right to his core. The pressure makes his breath catch - even the ache feels good. Remembering himself, his hand moves, stroking slowly as Caleb winds him down.
He manages not to whine as Caleb pulls his fingers free. His eyes open in time to see Caleb licking and sucking his fingers clean and his cunt throbs in response. Yussa moves slowly and slides off to the side of the man beneath him. He manages to do so without seeming like he's just collapsing. His hand stays on the other man's cock, thumb stroking along the side of it before he gives another full stroke.
"Am I not ready now?" he asks with warm amusement. A little more, Caleb suggests. Yussa wonders what that looks like to his lover.
Caleb nearly chuckles as Yussa seems to finally remember to stroke him, but manages to restrain himself to a smile that reaches his eyes, deepening the lines at the corners. It becomes a little less funny once Yussa has settled on the bed beside him and gives his cock more focused attention. The deliberate way he touches him steals Caleb's breath for a moment.
"Ja, you seem very ready to me," he replies, low and warm. He slides an arm beneath Yussa around his waist to bring him closer as he turns onto his side facing him. Nuzzling into his neck, he leaves soft kisses to contrast the prickle of his beard. "I think it will be a bit of a stretch still, but doable." He imagines the other wizard might like that, even.
He loves the way Yussa's hand looks on him so much that he's loath to lose it, but he is eager to fill him more intimately. Caleb cradles his slim hips and does a little of the manhandling Yussa had encouraged earlier tonight, expending some effort to turn the other man onto his side as well and pull him back against his chest. His cock slots nicely against the curve of his ass, and Caleb can't help grinding against him as he feels a heady little thrill at accomplishing this small act of physical strength.
The tenderness Caleb offers as he cradles Yussa close is sweet. The archmage closes his eyes and tips his head, leaving more of his neck exposed to Caleb's wandering kisses as warm lips trace over delicate skin.
Even if he's given permission - and encouraged - a bit of rough use, Yussa is still surprised when Caleb turns him and drags him close again. It doesn't hurt that he's nearly a foot shorter than the other man. He rocks back against Caleb when he feels the firm pressure of his cock against his ass. How can he not get a thrill from that when he can feel how much this man wants him?
Yussa reaches back to brush his hand over Caleb's cheek and his hair, not really attempting to hold onto him but wanting to touch him. He slides his leg back over Caleb's thigh, trying to open himself up more, to make it easier for his lover to get to his cunt when he decides he wants it.
Yussa's completely wordless acquiesce to this new position turns Caleb on in a way he really hadn't expected. How he grinds back against him and lifts his leg to grant easier access to his cunt is incredibly compelling. He doesn't quite manage to stifle a low moan against his neck as he meets the affectionate brush of fingers against his face and through his hair.
"You want it now? Just like this?" he rasps close to the elf's ear, kissing from the pointed tip down to the lobe. It takes only a tilt of his hips and a touch to guide his cock between Yussa's legs and in a slick thrust along his slit through the heat of his soaked folds. His breath is short, and before he can distract himself with rutting like this, he thumbs the head into place against his entrance and feels the soft, tempting give of his opening. Gods, yes. Finally.
His hand leaves his cock and smooths down the outside of Yussa's thigh, sliding beneath his knee to draw his leg up. Lightheaded with how close he is to pushing inside him, he holds it there, keeping him spread open.
"I have been thinking about fucking you since last night," he murmurs, accent heavy and honeyed. Since roughly this time yesterday. "I thought about it in class today. You were so tight and perfect, coming on my cock and needing me to fill you up. I can't wait to make you feel that good again, schatz."
Hooking his chin over Yussa's shoulder gives him a perfect view of his cock sinking slowly into his cunt. The flared head and the first several inches are surrounded by wet heat, stretched wide but relaxed from his recent orgasm. It feels like his cunt is trying to drag him in, fluttering and pulsing, and Caleb sighs Yussa's name. His fingers flex and tighten their hold beneath his lover's knee and his cock throbs, partway inside him and dripping precome that gets rubbed against clinging walls as he presses deeper.
Yussa shivers as Caleb kisses down the sensitive line of his ear and his fingers tighten where they hold onto the younger man as he moves. He can feel the slide of Caleb's cock against his slick cunt and Yussa cannot help the breathy sound that escapes him when it presses against his entrance. It isn't enough and he cants his hips, trying to encourage Caleb even as a calloused hand slides up his thigh to hold beneath his knee.
"During class? Tsk." He clicks his tongue, but the chiding doesn't sound particularly convincing, especially with the way his breath catches in his throat as Caleb finally sinks deeper. Yussa nearly whimpers as his body yields, accepting Caleb far easier than it had last night. "Caleb--"
He breathes in sharply, cutting himself off. He's not so far-gone that he will beg, but gods, he could get there. Yussa moves his hips, trying to sink down further on his lover's cock even as Caleb presses deeper. He feels a sharper throb of arousal when he realizes Caleb is watching everything over his shoulder. Yussa looks down at the places their bodies join and his other hand brushes over his stretched opening and the firm flesh of Caleb's cock.
"Yes, professor?" he teases. Though his voice is husky with arousal, his tone is light. He smiles wide as he nuzzles against the underside of Yussa's jaw, pressing beard-rough kisses there before his attention is inevitably drawn back down his lover's body. Yussa takes his cock inch by inch, partially of his own doing as he grinds back against him. Caleb watches hungrily. The press of his own hips is slow but unrelenting, all one slick, smooth slide. Yussa can take it; he can feel how ready he is.
His unsteady breath gets a little louder, stuttering noticeably as Yussa feels out the place they're joined. Slender fingers trace over hot, sensitive, taut skin, and Caleb sees his cock give a stiff twitch, buried more than halfway inside him. They look good together; a contrast of golden brown and red-flushed, all wet and glistening, Yussa's cunt stretched wide at his entrance around the girth of his cock in a way that looks positively obscene to Caleb, but also satisfies some deep, vulgar craving he was previously unaware of.
"Fuck," he breathes, "you are so incredible." His hips give a sharper snap forward to bury the last of his length in the older man's soft heat, bottoming out as fully as he can in this position. He moans, low and rough, but gives neither of them time to rest. He savors the drag of his cock along supple walls that perfectly cradle him as he eases out just far enough to rub back in again with a deep, firm thrust.
"Is that part of the thrill now?" he asks, breathless but amused when Caleb uses his title. But then the sharp snap as Caleb pushes as deep as he can forces a soft cry from parted lips. He can feel Caleb's cock twitch and his cunt squeezes around it. He's urgently aware of how full he is, how obscene this must look as his lover's chin presses against his shoulder. Yussa closes his eyes and arches his back with the next hard thrust.
He likes the way Caleb sounds like this, breathless and husky and warm. Yussa lolls his head back, getting as close to the other man as he can and baring more of his neck to Caleb's attention. He's too focused on his own pleasure and on feeling the way Caleb's body reacts to his to comment on the younger wizard's impertinence. Later.
Yussa's hand leaves his stretched cunt and slides up his body to grip his breast, elegant fingers a bit rough as he plucks and teases a dark nipple. He murmurs something that might be praise, but it certainly isn't in Common.
Caleb's almost inaudible huff of laughter is a hot gust of breath against Yussa's neck as he covers his exposed skin in scattered, reverent kisses, each filled with as much admiration as his words of praise. It is part of the thrill now, a little bit. How could it not be? Each new thing Caleb learns about Yussa makes him more appealing. The contrast between his command of the classroom this morning and the way he gives himself over entirely now is incredibly sexy. He is soft and pliant in Caleb's hold, apparently confident in Caleb's ability to give him the pleasure he wants. Caleb would be willing to bet that this wouldn't be happening this way if he hadn't proven himself so capable last night. That boosts his own confidence; though he is performing in a less obviously submissive role tonight, he is as eager to please as ever.
Holding the older man's leg securely up and out of the way, Caleb watches, mesmerized, as his cock drags in and out of the tight grip of his cunt with every roll of his hips against his ass. Yussa is a vision, fondling his own chest and speaking sweet-sounding words in a language Caleb doesn't know. He really will have to cast Tongues next time.
His pace is a far cry from slow and ponderous, but it isn't hurried either. Just measured enough that they can both enjoy the fullness and friction of each thrust. Caleb is driving himself a little out of his mind, admittedly, the drawn-out focused pleasure of it almost too good. Soft panting breaths warm Yussa's neck between kisses. The arm Caleb had slid beneath Yussa's waist earlier is a boon now, giving him a hand free to skim lightly down his stomach and brush fingertips so very gently over his clit, caressing the stiff shape of it where it swells out from his folds.
"I should learn Elvish," he murmurs dreamily, half to himself.
Caleb's performance the night before has certainly become an unintended audition, or at the very least an argument for indulging this. Without it, Yussa would likely not pursue this at all should he have met Caleb first as a student and later in a club. He might have avoided the younger man altogether outside of professional settings, or at the very least ones that may be seen as appropriate for such meetings. Yussa has no desire to abuse his power over students, nor does he wish to be subject of speculation and rumor.
But he knows now what is at his fingertips, and while there are many temptations he is capable of resisting, this one is proving difficult. Especially when the temptation is so eager to be had.
Yussa pants for breath, feeling too hot all over as Caleb's grip on his leg keeps him open and exposed. His hips jerk as his lover's fingers stroke over his clit, drawing a ragged moan from him. He grinds back against his lover as he meets the next firm thrust of his hips. He can feel his orgasm building with increasing urgency.
"You should," he gasps out. "Not--not everything will bend to a spell."
Comprehend Languages or Tongues will only get so far, or nowhere at all if there is any protection in place against such a spell. Yussa gives up speaking with the next slick stroke of Caleb's fingers
Caleb's pulse is thundering, his breath is ragged, and still he feels a leap of excitement in his chest at Yussa's response to his idle musing.
"And you want me to know--mm, exactly what you are saying?" he breathes close to his ear, grazing the lobe with his teeth before sliding his lips along his jaw. Yussa's encouragement in this is, as with several other things Caleb has discovered in this bed, unexpectedly arousing.
The elven wizard's hips cant forward into the stroke of his fingers and back against the heavier thrust of his cock, instinctive and deeply alluring as he concentrates on the pressure welling up inside him. Caleb is attentive, fucking him soundly and taking plenty of his own pleasure in it, but focused on how Yussa moves against him, on what's making him feel good. Yussa's first orgasm was not long ago, and Caleb would love nothing more than to bring him to another so quickly.
With Yussa's insistence, his fingers smear more firmly and messily over his clit, everything slick and slippery. His cock fills his cunt with each firm grind in, rocks a little against his walls deep inside to enjoy it, and then pulls back, savoring the slide out in the same way. He could do it faster or harder, but it wouldn't feel indulgent and decadent like this does, like he's appreciating every tremor and flutter of Yussa's body around him and giving him the same back, focusing his rocking thrusts against the tender places that make him react that way.
He would like very much to continue this conversation, but Caleb is very quickly making that impossible. He catches on to every little need and follows through with impeccable skill, until Yussa cannot imagine stringing together proper sentences at all. The precision with which this man can drive him to such heights is astounding, and exciting.
"Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches in his throat and all that comes out after is a heavy moan as the younger man's fingers rub against his clit, creating a sense of building tension. He can feel it low in his belly and in his cunt, punctuated by ever stroke of Caleb's cock inside him. When his orgasm finally hits, Yussa tenses and pulls against the hand holding his leg up. It's hardly intentional, a reaction dragged from him along with the pleasure that crashes through him.
He rides it out with Caleb fucking him at his own pace, neither demanding nor lazy. His cunt flutters and squeezes around his lover's cock, trying to milk it as shocks of bliss race over his nerves.
Yussa's chest heaves gently as he presses back against Caleb, trusting that the other man will move him if that is what he needs. It is taking all his effort not to simply go boneless in Caleb's arms.
Hearing his name like this again makes Caleb groan against Yussa's throat, muttering encouragements in Zemnian as he strums over his clit and fucks him just so, until Yussa pulls tight and comes. He holds onto his leg as Yussa's muscles tense and try to drag it in, much like his cunt pulsing around his cock. It feels so good that he can do nothing but continue to fuck him, hips snapping to drive his cock into his clenching passage almost entirely without thought.
Despite a spectacular effort, Yussa's orgasm doesn't quite pull his own from him so quickly, and Caleb manages to slow as Yussa pushes back against him, trying to breathe again. Caleb lowers his bent leg gently back to the bed and curls both arms around his waist in a warm, solid embrace that drags the smaller man flush to his body. He buries his twitching cock deep in his still fluttering cunt, aching to come and eager to move.
"Can I keep going?" he asks in a low, breathless rush, "Or is that too much?"
Yussa is still breathing hard as Caleb guides his leg down. Feeling the other man push as deep as he can while his legs are more or less together earns a weak moan and his cunt throbs. It makes the fit feel tighter, as if it wasn't in the first place.
He lays against Caleb, eyes closed as the younger man wraps around him.
"Yes," he murmurs. "Yes, keep going."
Yussa feels boneless, and while another night he may demand Caleb wait until he is ready again, he will not do that now. He wants to feel Caleb come after all his effort.
Entirely prepared to stop for now if Yussa preferred it, Caleb nonetheless feels a wash of relief as he gives a quiet confirmation that he can continue. While he isn't close enough to come yet, he is getting there, and stopping now would be a real test of his patience. Caleb presses a grateful kiss just behind his ear.
"Tell me," he murmurs, "if it gets uncomfortable."
He doesn't think Yussa would have a problem doing so, but the reminder is there; he doesn't want to continue if Yussa isn't enjoying this in some way.
Pulling out slowly, he gives a harder thrust back in and a quiet moan against Yussa's skin. He's noticed too that it feels even tighter inside him with his legs closed, and he knows for certain he won't last long like this.
Humming low, Caleb begins fucking him slowly but deeply, rocking their bodies together in a smooth rhythm. He holds Yussa against him by his waist and mouths sweetly at his neck. His lover's exhausted body molds to fit him, his back arching when Caleb pulls him in at the right angle, hip to hip. He groans as his cock slides home heavily into the cradle of his body. Yussa's tight cunt has allowed him in, and now it's grown clingy instead.
Arousal spiking in a warm, quick build, he breathes in the heady scent of sex and sweat on Yussa's skin and listens to the wet sound of his cock grinding deeper into his cunt than he's been yet, feeling like he's been allowed something almost illicit with this, shamelessly seeking his pleasure in Yussa's body when Yussa is fucked-out and pleased already.
"You want me to come inside like this?" he breathes, though he's gotten that confirmation already. But now he wants to feel him want it, while he's buried in him, close.
This is one of those moments when being petite leads to something delicious. Caleb is wrapped around him, mouth and breath warm against his neck. It isn't difficult for his lover to hold him, to fuck him like this, and Yussa gets a thrill out of it as the younger man fucks him in earnest, seeking his own pleasure eagerly now that he has permission.
His eyes close and his lips stay parted as Caleb grinds against him. His entire world narrows to this - it's perfect. It's been too long since he had a lover that felt so attuned to him.
"Yes," he gasps, giving his permission again as Caleb pants against his neck. "Yes, don't stop."
The next thrust makes his breath hiccup and Yussa reaches back to grip Caleb's hair, as if worried the younger man might pull away. He's quite certain they are past that point. He can feel Caleb's cock throb in him, no doubt desperate for release. Yussa won't deny him now.
There's an intensity to Yussa even like this, lips parted and gasping as Caleb rocks into him. His contentment and his desire for this is a palpable thing between them--or perhaps Caleb really is that attuned to him. He's certainly spent a lot of the time since they met (was that really only last night?) focused on him.
"I won't," he promises, panting against his neck. Gods, he couldn't. He wants this too badly, and every time Yussa encourages him, he wants it even more. "I won't stop until I have given you everything."
When Yussa gathers the strength to move only to reach back and bury his slim fingers in his hair, Caleb's cock pulses inside him, aroused by the connection as much as the sharp pull. He whispers his name, clutching him close and pulling him back into thrusts that become more uneven, more desperate.
Caleb wonders what Yussa would think about being woken like this; with his legs pressed together (or spread) and his thighs slick and Caleb's cock already rocking against those deep, deep parts of him. Waking to the rhythm of the bed and the hot breaths against his neck, to being clutched against Caleb's chest.
The thought, filthy and shameful, is enough to make his gut clench down, and he spills suddenly into Yussa's cunt, burying a too-loud groan in his shoulder. A half second later his hips jolt forward insistently to press himself in all the way. His cock throbs and throbs, and it takes a long time to finish coming. His mind is muddled, and everything is muted except for the man he holds against him. Caleb hears his every gasp.
Yussa squeezes his thighs tighter together as Caleb ruts into him. His torso twists, the arm beneath his body braced against the bed as he turns more toward it without fully rolling over. That anchors him more against the bed and it keeps his hips right where Caleb wants them - right where the younger man is holding them, dragging him to meet every thrust as his rhythm breaks.
Gods, it's perfect.
He arches as Caleb pushes in hard and tries to muffle a moan against his shoulder. Yussa echoes the sound when he feels the younger man come, cock pulsing inside him. He slumps against the bed, fully boneless again and staying as he is by virtue of Caleb's hold on him and the ease of the position. All he can do is lay there, breathing hard as he comes down from the not-quite-orgasmic satisfaction that comes with knowing he's gotten his lover off. He can feel Caleb panting against his shoulder, skin damp with sweat. His fingers rub tiredly against Caleb's scalp before his hand falls completely, dropping back to the bed.
It's some time before he opens his eyes again, before he feels that his pulse and his breath have calmed enough to do anymore more than lay there. Yussa doesn't hurry to move, though, just smiles and says,
His faculties return to him slowly, sluggishly. He exhales from his nose, which is pressed against the place where Yussa's shoulder joins his neck. His hand slides from Yussa's waist up the center of his chest, palm settling flat between his breasts just to feel him breathe, one deep inhale at a time.
The lull as they lay together sweaty and spent is comfortable. It is the kind of ease and intimacy Caleb would expect only with someone he knows far better; certainly not a man he met yesterday night. Caleb is so careful about who he spends the occasional casual night with, who he dates, that he rarely does either of those things. So Yussa was already an exception. But nothing about this liaison has been what he expected, and so far only for the better. He can only hope that trend continues.
When Yussa finally stirs to speak, Caleb can hear the smile in his voice. He can't help smiling too, foolish and high on good sex and pleasing a man who should by all measures be miles out of his league. Yussa likes him enough to want more of this, to negotiate it with him specifically. Every time he thinks about that he feels slightly giddy.
"So did I, apparently," he agrees, and doesn't move either, except to kiss the back of Yussa's neck, then behind his ear. "I am glad it was what you wanted." There is no way it wouldn't be too much, wanting to hold him like this for the rest of the night. But he can dare small steps, maybe. His breath hitches before he asks, "Can I stay inside you a little longer?"
Yussa takes another deep breath and lets it go with a contented huff as Caleb kisses his neck. He turns his head - Caleb is too close to properly see without one or the other moving more - and the request has another smile flickering to life.
"Hm. Yes, you can." The little catch in Caleb's breathing caught his attention and Yussa wonders if he had to work up to asking. That should be rewarded, he thinks. Caleb should be willing to ask for the things he needs or wants. He caresses Caleb's cheek before relaxing more into his position.
Yussa likes how it feels, too. He likes the how Caleb's cock feels buried in him, spent but not fully soft yet. He shifts his hips, just to feel the slight movement inside him. He's rarely so quick to allow people close to him, and if he is quick, the affairs are brief. But there is something about Caleb Widogast that makes him feel at ease, and makes him curious enough to continue this to see where it will go. That Caleb clearly also needs or deeply wants something out of this means they are on more equal footing.
Caleb gives a warm, pleased hum at Yussa's agreement. His arms tighten around him, though dragging him closer is all but impossible, and his chin tips up to meet the affectionate touch to his cheek. He'll remain like this for as long as Yussa is willing to allow it--even if Yussa doesn't intend to remain quite as still as he was expecting.
The shift of Yussa's hips pulls a sharp gasp from Caleb at the friction against his sensitive cock, still with enough stiffness to grind on. There is a flare of heat in his belly, but it prickles with an edge of discomfort, of too much too soon. Intense as it is, he doesn't dislike it. He buries his face in the crook of Yussa's neck again with a heavier breath, but doesn't complain. In fact, he thinks of offering to get Yussa off again like this, of how sweetly it would ache to have him clenching and moving around him.
It seems like the sort of thing Yussa might enjoy. That they might enjoy together. He takes a moment to wonder at how quickly he's developed a sense for what their mutual tastes might be.
"Are you wanting a little more?" he asks, a warm murmur that is clearly an offer. "If I am not mistaken, you liked my fingers here quite a bit earlier." A hand moves low enough on Yussa's stomach that his fingers could brush his clit if he let them. He'd liked his fingers there too, the thrill of feeling him swell to fullness and stroking him until he couldn't help fucking into his hand.
It hadn't been his intention to start something, but the moment he hears Caleb's gasp, he wonders if he might like to keep going. He must be sensitive still, not ready to be fully hard again but clearly still enjoying how it feels to be deep in his cunt. And then he feels Caleb's hand smoothing down his stomach until clever fingers are close, but not close enough.
Yussa considers, tries to be mindful of his own body beyond that spike of excitement, but--that sounds perfect. His hand slides down Caleb's arm until it covers the one on his stomach. He applies enough pressure to guide it lower. How well they are getting to know each other.
"Start slow," he says in answer. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "And make sure your fingers are wet."
Caleb's pulse, which had only just started to even out, speeds up again as a smaller hand presses his hand down that last inch or two, until his fingers tuck between his legs and rest over tender, heated skin, just barely brushing the slick place where they are still joined.
"Ja," Caleb breathes, "not a problem." His stomach is tying itself in delightful knots, and Yussa's smirk is no small part of that.
Earlier he was holding Yussa's leg up to keep him open, but now he nudges a knee between his thighs to give his fingers enough room to maneuver. He traces Yussa's opening gently, feeling a shivering tremor when he inevitably brushes his own cock as well. It is easy to wet his fingers with what has seeped out of Yussa's cunt around his partially softened erection, very aware that he is slicking up his lover's clit with his own spend, just as he'd fucked him open with it last night. He spreads it in a gentle circle, but once things are nicely slippery, he lets up on the direct contact and spreads two fingers on either side. A slow rub up and down with firm pressure avoids touching the most sensitive areas directly, but coaxes attention there.
Already he knows he isn't going to be able to stifle the pathetic noises he'll make when Yussa starts reacting, but that is part of his reason for doing this; Yussa doesn't have to do anything at all to have that power and sway over him.
Yussa shifts as Caleb slides a knee between his legs to keep them apart, just enough that he has no difficulty feeling around where their bodies join. His cunt tightens briefly with the attention and he takes a deeper breath. He takes another breath, but this one hiccups as Caleb's slick fingers offer indirect attention. It's a perfect place to start, not too intense but just the right amount of pressure.
He tries not to squirm against Caleb, instead relaxing into his lover as the younger man starts to work him up again.
"Good," he sighs, offering praise. He his hand slides up Caleb's arms, lightly caressing. A tremor runs through him as Caleb coaxes him back to full arousal. They haven't fucked quite enough that he's feeling over sensitive yet, but he's certainly feeling more susceptible.
"Talk to me," he murmurs. "I like to hear you."
He almost doesn't care if it all comes out in Zemnian. He can read tone well enough.
Even these little movements, the involuntary tightening and trembling, make Caleb very aware of his oversensitive cock buried entirely in the heat of Yussa's cunt. It is an enjoyable awareness so far, the way some things can be enjoyable despite a little pain. Because of it, even. For him, at least.
In contrast, Yussa's praise and his gentle touch, especially across his scarred forearms, makes him shiver. Of all the requests he might make, Caleb isn't expecting to be asked to speak. The compliment--that Yussa likes to hear him, enjoys his voice that much--strikes him as unexpectedly sweet. He's never been asked to do that in bed. He can say what comes to mind unprompted, but put on the spot he is suddenly drawing a blank. But he doesn't want to disappoint. Maybe he should start with observations and see where that leads.
"You are so warm," he murmurs, low and rasping with the weight of his accent. He'd considered Zemnian, but chooses Common because he wants to be understood, though that may be a mistake if this becomes just stream-of-consciousness babbling. The words ghost across Yussa's shoulder as he angles his chin to look down, to see what he's doing between their legs with the slow rub of his fingers, the pressure growing tighter as his fingers draw closer. "Here especially. So hot and hard against my fingers. I miss feeling it on my tongue. My mouth would be on you already if I did not want to keep you full of my cock tonight."
It's the sound of Caleb's voice, the quality of it, as much as the words. And as he finds his stride, Yussa shivers beneath his touch and he feels a delicious throb as Caleb's fingers press closer together, trapping him between them. His breath shivers and Yussa moves his hips, as if he needs to remind them both that he is still full of his lover's cock. He's already swept up in the slow build Caleb is encouraging. Yussa closes his eyes.
"Is this how it will be?" he asks with a sound that is almost a laugh, but it's too breathy. "I'll master you by day, and you me by night?"
Oh, he certainly expects it to be more balanced than that - he has every intention of mastering Caleb by night, as well. But this is talk, and he's already enjoying it. Surely this is just anther way to encourage... developing creativity. And he quite enjoys the fantasy they can build every time they do this.
Neither of them need it, but Caleb had counted on Yussa reminding him anyway. His head spins a little with each shift of his hips, his voice faltering on a soft moan edged with enough helplessness to prove that he can't be mastering Yussa entirely. But he sees the fantasy for what it is, something that appeals to Yussa in this moment, and he is eager to indulge him and curious to explore it more.
"I think it is only fair." He's a little breathless, his gut alight with arousal potent enough to make his spent cock give a weak, reluctant throb where it's retained a little fullness held in the perfect soft embrace of the other man's body. "Don't you?"
His fingers slide up together to pinch his clit between them, stroking slow and slick just above the swollen, sensitive tip. "Though we could swap every now and then. I could find time to visit your office on a day off and master you there while the sun is high."
It is a bit of a daring thing to interject, but doesn't seem out of place with some of their banter so far. This is only a fantasy. If Yussa doesn't like the direction he takes, he can always guide it elsewhere, and Caleb will follow along.
A moan catches on the edge of his next breath as Caleb's fingers close around his clit and give a slow stroke. His hips jump and his hand tightens on Caleb's arm, not to stop him but simply to hold on. As if he were not already a mess, Yussa is sure his building arousal is only adding to the slick between them. The blush rises in his cheeks as the younger man paints a very appealing picture. Daring, perhaps, but that's part of the excitement.
"If my colleagues continue to be so onerous, I may welcome you to do just that."
The thought of a little stress relief mid-day - or of being seduced in his office by a rather brazen, capable young man - is something he will certainly carry with him the next time he is at his desk. He can imagine it not unlike this: Caleb's body and breath warm against his back and neck, his expert fingers working displaying all the skill and subtlety of practice. The promise of his cock filling him to sweep away the cobwebs of a long day or inane faculty meeting.
Perhaps this kind of talk will make the separation of their professional and personal encounters more difficult, more blurred, but Yussa has faith in their mutual determination and, hopefully, mutual respect for each other's reputations and needs. So with that foundation, he can fantasize as much as he likes.
There is so little Caleb can do to mask how it feels to be inside Yussa like this, dripping with arousal again, hips twitching in involuntary response to his touch. It feels overwhelming, so Caleb whimpers into his shoulder, eyes blinking shut for a moment as he steadies himself. He's never been held in quite such a precarious position. He thinks he is getting hard again, far too soon and just in time. The pleasure of it is drawn out of him as though by force. It is exhilarating.
His lips find Yussa's cheek, discovering the warmth of a flush there to match his own. He can't help smiling as he thinks of Yussa's frustration at dealing with onerous colleagues.
"I could give you something to look forward to," he muses aloud, doing his best to sound more unaffected than he feels. It helps that he has guessed correctly about this subject not being off limits when it comes to lurid imaginings. Slipping into Yussa's office midday to offer him a small respite is a rather appealing fantasy. "You would barely need to undress for me to touch you like this."
The pads of his fingers roll up and back over his clit, still unhurried. There is no rush. He's building Yussa's pleasure by prolonging it. "Would you want me to fuck you there, against your desk? Or would you prefer just my fingers?"
"Depends on how much time I have," he answers, sounding breathless now as he tries to meet Caleb's fingers, to encourage the pressure and pace. "Or would you draw it out either way?"
He can imagine it, vividly. Leaning against his desk with Caleb pressed against him, a hand pushed between his thighs or their trousers around their knees with Caleb pushing into him. Yussa hasn't had to deal directly with colleagues with such frequency in a long time, and it is quickly reminding him why he's worked alone for so long. But he has faith Caleb could make him forget about it for a little while.
He shivers and he cannot help a moan. He's getting closer to trying to fuck himself as he moves. Yussa has no doubt this is effecting Caleb just as much now given the way the younger man whimpers and sighs against his shoulder.
"I would respect your schedule, Professor." Caleb's lips curl with quiet, playful humor even as he struggles to maintain some composure. Yussa's squirming against him, seeking more from his fingers, is driving his body into a state of both desperate and reluctant arousal. The tight pull of warm, wet walls encourages stiffness back into his cock, like his body just can't help but give Yussa what he needs. "I only want to give you some relief, after all, during a stressful day."
He gives him a taste of that relief when his strokes get longer, finally rubbing all the way up and over the sensitive and swollen tip of his clit consistently. Gods, he loves the silky heat of him, the contrast between hard and soft.
With the arm beneath Yussa, it is very easy for Caleb to reach for a small breast and knead it, pinching the dark brown nipple between thumb and forefinger. His breath grows increasingly heavy as his cock does the same inside Yussa.
"Caleb--" Yussa's voice breaks in a moan as the younger man's fingers finally give him direct attention. Gods, he is aching now. And when Caleb's other hand steads to knead and pinch and tease his breast, Yussa feels utterly enveloped.
He shifts as he tries to slide his leg over Caleb's to open himself more. His chest heaves gently as he pants for breath and slick walls squeeze around Caleb's cock as it gets harder. Yussa moves his hips, trying to fuck himself even as he works to meet every stroke of his lover's fingers.
"Faster, please," he gasps as his pleasure mounts, pushing him toward his peak. If Caleb does not want him to finish like this, he'll have to consider his options quickly.
A trembling hand slides down Caleb's arm and past his fingers to rub over the inch or so near the base of his cock that isn't fully buried in him.
Caleb swears softly but sharply in Zemnian. His feels dizzy with the swift return of his need, and Yussa's shaking fingers rubbing over the base of his cock while his cunt squeezes around the rest of him, makes him certain he won't be able to ignore it.
"I am sorry, schatz," he pants as his pace slows rather than speeds up. "I would love to do as you ask, but I need you to stay with me." The reason for that should be obvious. His hips jerk forward as Yussa fucks back against him, and his cock shifts inside him in a shallow thrust that makes pleasure pool hotly in his stomach. "Since we are in bed, not at your office, I am going to draw it out tonight."
With an apologetic kiss to his neck, his hand leaves Yussa's clit entirely, instead helping him to get his leg hooked securely up over his own. "Is that all right?" he asks.
A soft, almost startled sound escapes him when Caleb stops. Yussa's breath hiccups as the younger man gives a firm thrust into him, making it clear that his arousal has fully returned. Were they not already feeling comfortable with each other, Yussa might be embarrassed by the weak, disappointed whimper that rises in his throat as Caleb says he intends to draw things out.
Yussa sags against his lover, panting softly as Caleb helps him move his leg. He knows he could demand that Caleb get him off. He could stroke himself off, but that isn't the game. His cunt bears down around the cock buried inside him and at first all he can do is nod his answer.
"Y-yes," he manages after a moment. Gods, he feels so wet and he is aching to come, but he wants to see how this plays out.
The way Yussa's cunt clenches down around him when he stops stroking him is obscene, because taking away the pleasure he's been giving him shouldn't feel so good. But Yussa's body clings to him, taking what satisfaction he can from holding his cock deep inside. Caleb takes a shuddering breath, nuzzling against his jaw. Yussa is all but limp against him, abuzz with restless energy but suddenly unable to direct it, rendering him a pliant, agreeable vessel. But Caleb does not mistake the trust inherent here.
"Thank you," he murmurs, and kisses the shell of his ear. "I promise to make it worth the wait." The least he can do in apology for delaying his orgasm is make it a very good one.
With Yussa's leg secure over his own, Caleb holds him tight around the middle and rolls them both, much easier this time since he is only rolling onto his back and taking Yussa with him. He breathes in sharply when his cock shifts inside him in the process, but they remain connected. Somehow he seems even smaller laying on top of him, and he isn't very heavy. Caleb guides the back of Yussa's head to rest against his shoulder with gentle hands, stroking lightly through his mussed white hair, then tracing fingertips down his face, his neck, over his shoulders and collarbones to his pert little breasts. His hands cup them with room to spare, firm without being rough as he massages soft, tender flesh.
Caleb bends his knees to brace his feet against the bed, spreading them apart for stability and forcing Yussa's legs to spread open even wider around them. It is a breathtaking view, one they share. He begins to rock up into his elven lover slowly, movements reserved, both testing the position and his own sensitivity. His cock throbs eagerly, fucking with ease in and out of Yussa's slick, receptive cunt. But there is still a sharpness behind it that makes Caleb certain that going any faster this soon would be too much for him.
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb rolls them both. He isn't expecting it and he finds he's quite thrilled by the fact that Caleb can move him so easily.
He tries to relax on the other man's chest, head resting on his shoulder as calloused hands slide through his hair and down his neck, over his chest. He moves his hips, squirming on top of Caleb as he cups and massages and makes him very aware of his breasts in a way that excites him. A soft sound rises in his throat as Caleb spreads him open and starts to fuck him this way. Gods, he does not regret this choice in this man.
He arches his back, trying to adjust the angle of his hips as Caleb's cock sinks into him. Yussa feels too warm and his heart is beating fast, trapped on this edge where his younger lover intends to keep him for a while. He feels desperately exposed like this and he can't help but look down to see the place their bodies join. Caleb spreads his cunt open and he groans weakly as he drops his head back against the other man's shoulder.
It's more of a struggle than he thought it'd be to keep from making demands.
Yussa arches and writhes on top of him, seemingly unable to keep still, and Caleb can't help how hot he finds that. What a contrast between this man and the one he went to bed with last night. Both are deeply appealing. He'd intended to show Yussa his own flexibility tonight, to prove that he's interested in him for more than dominance play they'd engaged in before. He hadn't expected to see another side of Yussa as well, but he is glad for it.
His lips trace the long line of his ear as he rocks up into him at a steady pace, rough hands fondling his breasts and gently tugging at his nipples to encourage the way his hips squirm. It feels good to chase him with every thrust, to insistently press his cock in deep even when Yussa shifts the angle.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs breathlessly, digging his heels into the bed and watching his cock, shiny with Yussa's wetness, fill his cunt over and over. "I was only intending to get you off, not fuck you, but being inside you is too good." He continues in Zemnian, low and warm, stilted between heavy breaths and quiet moans. Until: "Tell me to touch you again and I will. But I will continue until I am finished, even if you come well before that."
This is as much a part of the fantasy as their discussion about fucking in Yussa's office. Of course he'll stop if he's asked, or if he even suspects that Yussa is uncomfortable. But letting Yussa make the choice to have or delay his own fulfillment, weighing his need against how long Caleb might last, is a delicious idea.
Their chemistry the night before had been enough excitement, enough of a pleasure, for Yussa to want to continue their association despite the risks. But knowing that Caleb is versatile is a different thrill altogether. He tries to hold back a moan, but it's proving difficult with the way Caleb is touching him--and the way the younger man is speaking to him.
Yussa presses a hand to the bed in an attempt to steady himself as he tries to move to meet every thrust. His voice is lost beneath Caleb's, echoing his pleasure breathlessly. His entire body shivers when the other man makes his proposal.
"Touch me," he manages, determined to keep his voice steady even as Caleb gives a firm thrust into him. Yussa's other hand moves to cover one of Caleb's, attempting to guide it down his body. "Make me come and you can finish however you like."
Though they've known each other only a day, somehow it does not surprise him that Yussa asks for it immediately. Unseen, Caleb's lips quirk with fond amusement. He kisses Yussa's temple, nosing lightly at the pale hair sticking to his dark skin there.
"As you say," he agrees simply, and allows Yussa's hand to lead his back to where he wants it. As his fingers press lightly to the slippery, swollen bud of his clit and rub in a delicate circle, he thinks he might be nearly as eager as Yussa to return to this. He can make him feel so much with the smallest movements, and he enjoys experimenting with pressure and speed and angle, with indirect and direct touch. He loves feeling the tender heat of him, the evidence of Yussa's arousal.
The other hand leaves his breast with a parting squeeze and slides down to grip his hip, steadying him as his slowed thrusts pick up again. He challenges himself to a little more speed, though there is an ache in his muscles from his taut stomach to his thighs from the effort already. But pleasure floods him, seeping through his body from where he is spreading Yussa open, and he chases it.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, breathless and eager. His beard scrapes the soft skin behind Yussa's ear when he trails kisses there.
Yussa moans, voice heavy as Caleb's fingers stroke him again. It does not surprise him how quickly the younger man finds a pace and pressure and pattern that has him moving restlessly to meet it. Tension builds in him and his thighs tremble as he rides that edge. It takes so little to work him back up to the peak Caleb had him at before.
"Yes--yes--" His fingers curl, gripping the blankets tighter as Caleb makes an effort to move harder, faster, without giving up their position. Yussa closes his eyes and he cannot help a whimper as his lover's bearded chin and soft lips brush over the delicate shell of his ear, sending a cascade of chills down his back.
He'll come like this and he knows it won't take much longer, not with the teasing he's endured til now, the delay of his release and now the promise of satisfaction. His cunt squeezes around Caleb's cock when the tension in him finally snaps. Yussa arches his back to drive his hips down, grinding urgently against Caleb's fingers as pleasure pulses through him.
It is slightly gratifying that all it takes to bring Yussa right back to that precipice is a little attentive attention from his fingers. Yussa's strained voice and soft noises of pleasure become Caleb's primary motivation to keep fucking him this way as his muscles grow tired, but thankfully it isn't long before he feels his back arch and his cunt tighten.
With a soft grunt, Caleb pushes up to meet the needy grind of his hips, slowing his pace considerably to give his own body a rest as Yussa climaxes around him. Every squeeze around his cock, now rocking slow and deep inside his older lover, sends a warm little shudder through Caleb's body, his heavy breathing interspersed with soft gasps. His fingers do their work, drawing the other man's peak out for as long as he can, but easing back before that extension becomes unpleasant.
Three, he thinks. He'd gotten Yussa to three orgasms last night. He can't help wondering if pushing for four tonight would be too much.
They will have to change to another position for him, at least. As much as he likes this one, he doesn't have the strength to maintain it for long. He takes a moment to catch his breath just as Yussa does.
Caleb draws out his orgasm expertly and Yussa trembles on top of him as he rides that wave as far as it will take him. The younger man's pace slows, and soon enough Yussa's hand gently grips Caleb's forearm. He doesn't need to say anything to warn that he is getting oversensitive, and if he were more coherent he'd be pleased that his lover can read him so well.
Yussa comes down slowly, his body soon going weak on top of Caleb's. He lays against the other man, panting for breath as a lazy smile blossoms across his face.
His hand runs over Caleb's arm, absently tracing the lines of muscle beneath warm skin. Seconds, maybe minutes tick by as he listens to the sound of their breathing. He can feel the rise and fall of Caleb's chest beneath his back. Eventually, his hand leaves Caleb's arm and drifts lower, until his fingers can brush over the base of his cock.
Though his cock remains very interested, Caleb relaxes as Yussa does, enjoying his light, aimless touch even when it wanders over his scarred forearms. Caleb holds him with both arms draped loosely over his middle, and his lips occasionally find warm skin to kiss between his ear and his neck. By his count, they take more than two minutes just to rest and exist together.
The jolt that goes through his body when those delicate fingers skim the base of his cock makes him gasp again, arms tightening for a moment around the other wizard's waist. His hips lift enough to move inside him, then drop back to the bed again a moment later as Caleb groans. The friction feels good, and he wants to pursue that spark, but his muscles are sore.
"We need to move again," he murmurs. "Probably not as smoothly this time. I think you will have to slide off first."
Yussa huffs a quiet laugh when Caleb suggests they'll need to move again. He hums his response, acknowledging without any words. Slowly, he moves on top of Caleb with as much grace as he can muster. He curls forward and a soft sound rises in his throat as Caleb's cock sinks as deep into him as it can with that shift. He gets his legs under him and manages to rise without losing his balance; he even manages to land on the bed and not Caleb when he drops down again, more unsteady than he anticipated he would be.
Bereft of his lover's cock, Yussa feels terribly empty and he cannot help but look over at the younger man. Gods, but he looks perfect laying there, flushed and aroused with the sheen of Yussa's wetness on his cock. He looks obscene, and Yussa can feel warmth flutter through him just at the sight.
Caleb breathes in sharply as Yussa moves, and in the process of sitting up slides all the way down on his cock. Just as the wave of heat from that sensation rolls through him, it is wrenched away entirely as the other man eases off and moves to his side, graceful limbs endearingly shaky. It is the first time he's left his cunt since he entered him earlier, and he feels the lack of Yussa's wet heat around him keenly.
He allows a moment for another deep breath before he turns slowly onto his side facing the older wizard and finds that arresting golden gaze on him already. That alone sends a pleasant shiver up his spine. Flushed and smiling a crooked little smile, Caleb lifts a hand to push loose hair back from his face, then reaches out to Yussa to do the same for him, though his fingers linger with far more fondness. They trail down his face to his jaw, then slide beneath his chin as he leans in for a warm kiss, bringing their bodies close again, though not in a position to enter him yet.
"I miss being inside you already," he admits. Between them, his wet cock leaves a slick streak where it brushes Yussa's stomach. "You are not too sensitive to continue?" He asks despite his previous playful ultimatum, because he doesn't want it if Yussa won't enjoy it, and there are other ways for him to get off.
Yussa tips his head into the affectionate touch and his smile grows right up until their mouths meet. He leans into the kiss and his hand slides over Caleb's cheek as they get closer to each other.
His smile reappears the moment they part enough to speak. He can feel the firm heat of Caleb's cock against his stomach and he leans in for another kiss before giving a proper answer.
"We can continue," he murmurs as his thumb brushes beneath Caleb's bottom lip. "I believe I told you to use me how you like, and I do not intend to deny you now."
He's as eager as Caleb is, not so sensitive yet that it would cause any discomfort.
There is a relieved exhale when Yussa confirms that he hasn't changed his mind. Caleb tips his chin down and his lips purse in a kiss against the pad of Yussa's thumb, feeling no small thrill about the idle touch beneath his lip coupled with being told use me how you like so flippantly.
"Very generous," he murmurs. "I will do just that, then."
As he sees it, Yussa is being crystal clear about what he wants, and it is for Caleb to have his way with him. Hard and aching to be back inside him, Caleb doesn't think he will find this expectation very difficult to meet.
But he does have to choose a position that will be less strenuous to maintain, this time. Luckily, one of the easiest for him is also exactly what he wants right now. He leans into another kiss in the same motion that he moves over Yussa, guiding the archmage onto his back. He doesn't get between his legs, but reaches for a pillow to slide beneath his hips when he straightens up. It is almost too easy to lift Yussa's legs, pressed together rather than apart, and rest his ankles against his shoulder. An arm curls around his thighs for support, and with his other hand Caleb guides his cock to his entrance, slick and eager to admit him.
Pushing back into his cunt with an insistent thrust is nearly euphoric. His cock parts tightly clenched walls, gliding easily with the help of Yussa's arousal and his own seed. This position gets him deeper than he's been all night, and when he watches that last inch of his cock slot in neatly, he can't help a satisfied moan. The arm around Yussa's thighs tightens, squeezing them together harder as he begins to rock back and plunge in again, making an already snug fit that much closer.
Yussa is quickly finding that there are thrills to be had from challenging Caleb Widogast, however subtle or open it may be. His hands slide over the younger man's shoulders as Caleb kisses him and presses him onto his back. Yussa moves easily, pliant and relaxed as Caleb adjusts his position. He dutifully lifts his hips to make tucking a pillow beneath him easier.
But then Caleb gathers his legs together, guiding both of them up against his shoulder. His golden eyes widen briefly and his lips part with a sharp breath as his lover guides his cock back into him. Even as wet and well-tended as he is, the position makes him feel tighter as Caleb pushes deep. Yussa's toes curl and he presses his legs tighter together even as Caleb's arm squeezes around his thighs.
Yussa moans, soft and startled as Caleb begins to move, building a rhythm that makes heat throb through him.
"Oh--"
His head drops back and he whimpers his pleasure in Elvish.
Though whimpered in a tongue foreign to Caleb, Yussa's pleasure is becoming quite well known to him. His sounds, surprised and pleased, prove that he wants to continue this as badly as Caleb does. Not too sensitive at all, then. Yussa's heat surrounds him, making him lightheaded with how it feels to fit his cock into the tightness of his cunt with his thighs flexed and pressed together. Clutching at his legs, he tips his hips down and fucks into him to the root with near dogged persistence.
"Du magst es so," he observes breathlessly, a hot flush high in his face and staining his skin red all the way down his body. His other hand spans over Yussa's hip, clutching hard to keep his smaller body from rocking or shifting as he does as asked, using him exactly as he likes. His gaze is heavy and dark as it roves hungrily over the man beneath him. He is stunning like this, taking what Caleb gives him and seeming more than a little overwhelmed by his own enjoyment of it. Caleb can relate.
He wants to capture his lips again, to sweep his tongue deep into his mouth while his cock spears deep into his body, but that would mean folding Yussa nearly in half, and he is putting the man through enough already. But he can press warm, distracted kisses to his calf, his knee, his thigh with just a tilt of his head. He is elated to feel the promise of an orgasm building at last, sinking into the give and take of pressure and sensation and the building tension in his cock.
The position leaves him uniquely helpless. He can't plant his feet on the bed or wrap his legs around Caleb, and without folding himself more, he can't quite reach his lover either. Warmth stains his cheeks and his chest and he tries to draw his legs in as if that might trap the pleasure he's feeling. He isn't sure he'll come again from this, but gods, he doesn't need to.
Yussa pants for breath and his hand drops to cover the one holding onto his hip. The color in his cheeks deepens as Caleb's lips trail kisses up his leg. The muscles flex beneath the other man's touch and Yussa tries not to writhe as Caleb fucks deep into him.
"That's it," he whispers breathless encouragement in heavily accented Common. "Give me everything. Caleb--"
His voice catches on a moan as his cunt tightens around the other man, making Yussa urgently aware of how every thrust spreads him open.
Yussa's Common makes a brief return as Caleb's fails him. But the encouragement goes to his head, as do the archmage's noises in time with the slap of Calebβs body against his own. Caleb folds himself forward, testing Yussa's flexibility a little more, arms wound tight around his legs even as his hips piston down, all restraint lost.
Caleb groans in sympathy, too tight in his own skin with a sweetness that almost feels like pain as he clutches Yussa against him, feeling his thighs flex and his cunt bear down around him. He is reeling, light-headed. His stomach tenses with each roll of his hips, and he can feel tension coiling in him, hot and aching, but a relief. He's worked himself up to this, pushed through oversensitivity, and the need to come is so much more intense this second time.
The tension swells, implacable, rolling low in his belly. His pace picks up as that need turns sharper, head bowed and lips parted to gasp at the electricity spreading through his body, a gradually building until it isn't gradual at all. The heat and pressure around him is suddenly overwhelming. The moment he comes is peak of tension, and it steals his breath from him before it dissipates in a release so intense it leaves him shaking. His cock jerks and he gasps, spilling for long, breathless seconds, hips rocking mindlessly.
Yussa bends beneath the pressure and his legs fold over Caleb's shoulder, still pressed tight together as the other man fucks him without restraint. He pants, breathing hard as the younger man drives into him with a renewed urgency. He tightens around Caleb, his cunt bearing down with sensitivity and arousal, trying to milk what it can. Gods, he cannot remember the last time he was this well-fucked.
He cries out softly as Caleb finds his release. He tries to draw his legs up, but he is quite trapped by the way the other man holds onto him and leans into him. He swears he can feel the throb of Caleb's cock as he comes, emptying in him after patient denial.
He slumps back, flushed and trembling and pinned in place as he rides the pleasure rippling through him. White hair clings to his face and Yussa's hands drop weakly to the bed. As the tension leaves his body, Caleb may find it even easier to fold him in half.
Caleb slumps forward, suddenly boneless, and finds that Yussa folds beneath him, even more flexible than he'd imagined. But he is courteous enough to release his legs, letting them fall open as they will, before all but collapsing on top of him. There is a tremble in his limbs he can't control, but thankfully his knees remain locked, so Yussa is taking only the weight of his upper body.
Shuddering, Caleb tucks his face into Yussa's neck. As the rush of pleasure fades, fatigue leaves a sweet heat in the muscles of his back and thighs and abs. The cost of leaving Yussa so well-fucked that his cunt is still fluttering around him, so perfectly drawing out the last of his orgasm. He manages a final indulgent roll of his hips while his spent cock still maintains some stiffness, enjoying the soft drag of Yussa's clinging walls while he can, knowing that he will have to pull out soon. Staying inside him will not feel so nice as it did the first time.
He breathes heavily, decides it would be best to get it over with while he can still move, and slowly drags his cock from Yussa's passage with a groan. He can feel the spend that spills out with it, which is satisfyingly lewd after filling him twice tonight.
"Too heavy?" he rasps, thickly Zemnian-accented. He can...maybe roll off if Yussa says yes.
Yussa spreads his legs as soon as he is able, adjusting the way that Caleb's body rests on his. He makes a quiet sound when the shift has Caleb's softening cock sliding deeper and his lover earns a more deliberate squeeze when he gives that final thrust.
There's the softest grunt of protest when Caleb finally pulls out, but it is more for the loss of closeness than anything else. He regains that soon enough as Caleb settles against him. Elegant fingers stroke into the younger man's hair and Yussa turns his head to brush a lazy kiss to Caleb's temple.
"No," he answers quietly. "No, not yet."
Caleb can stay as he is for a while longer. Yussa closes his eyes and lays back, his body still at a slight angle with the pillow beneath his hips. It isn't uncomfortable. His body feels heavy and sated, and this is certainly worth the inane meeting he had to endure to get here tonight.
Even with his head in the clouds and his body exhausted from the physical exertion of fucking Yussa the way he had, Caleb still tilts his head to catch the elven wizard's lips in a grateful kiss.
Gods, if this is night two, he is very much looking forward to what they will be able to do to each other in the future. The connection both tonight and last night has been unparalleled. Who is this man? And how is he so perfectly Caleb's match?
He breathes a heavy, happy sigh as Yussa's lovely fingers comb through his hair, as soft lips press against his temple. Their sexual compatibility would be remarkable enough. But that Yussa is also gentle with him, unafraid to show affection to a man who has been in his bed twice and his classroom once, is what really seals it. One thing Caleb has learned from past trysts is that he is happiest when it feels like something genuine. Sex for its own sake is fine, but he is always seeking a deeper connection, and is never quite satisfied unless he finds it.
Just as he had last night, he knows that he should depart before his presence becomes superfluous. But they are both still basking in the afterglow, and Yussa seems inclined to indulge in that with him for at least a little while longer.
He doesn't need to move much to ease the pillow out from beneath Yussa's hips, letting him lay flat on the bed. Caleb remains mostly on top of him still, though he at least swings a leg over one of Yussa's so that he can shift easily to rest most of his weight on the bed rather than on his smaller lover when Yussa does decide that he's become too much. But Caleb knows how nice it can be, how relaxing even, to be covered for a little while by a bigger, heavier body.
Though he knows he could fall asleep here, Caleb makes an effort to keep his mind alert in order to avoid that. He consciously traces runes over Yussa's skin as his hand rubs soothingly back and forth along his side, and he counts Yussa's breaths rather than the ticking seconds, unconsciously matching his own to the same rhythm as he does.
He lifts his hips enough to make moving the pillow easier, then relaxes back against the bed while Caleb adjusts their position. He turns his head toward the other man as Caleb settles his weight. The comfort he feels with Caleb is something Yussa finds cause to indulge: he doesn't get close to many people, and he is very selective about his sexual partners. Taking the chance on Caleb has already paid off more than he could have imagined, despite the unfortunate surprise of their academic-professional association.
But if Caleb is interested in working around that and in keeping those spheres of their lives as separate as possible, Yussa is willing to continue taking this chance.
He can feel the patterns Caleb is tracing over his skin and it doesn't take him long at all to realize what they are. With a faint smirk, he names a few of them as Caleb goes, his voice soft and heavy in his contentment.
Caleb is relaxed and smiling as they spend several minutes simply playing that little game, sketching runes onto skin and naming them. There really is nothing more exciting than sleeping with another wizard. He has had a weakness for other sharp, curious minds all his life. That he is now bedding the very man who will expand his knowledge in an interesting and dangerous field of study is...very sexy, honestly, even if it is inconvenient. That he is able to so thoroughly please him is fast becoming a point of pride.
"Transmutation lab from noon to four," he murmurs in answer. "And I reserved a practice room for a few hours after."
He doesn't say that it's to test possibilities for the project he'll be working on for Yussa's class, but it is. The practice rooms are actually permanently fixed demiplanes, which gives students a safe place to cast spells that would be dangerous or disruptive. Naturally, they see a lot of use by evocation specialists and those taking evocation classes.
"Good," he says, soft and rather lazy. "You will not have to leave early."
Yussa is perfectly capable of being a morning person - sometimes a very early morning person - but he quite likes the idea of a leisurely start to the day with Caleb. Time for coffee, perhaps a light breakfast, and no rush to get to the Academy for either of them.
"I do not teach tomorrow, but I will be in my office."
With the first impression he's given, Yussa has no idea if he will have students tentatively stopping by or if they will avoid him for a few weeks until they realize just how helpful he is willing to be. All they need do is ask.
But that is something they will have to discover on their own.
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a night out
Being in a new place has given him cause to explore. He does it at his own pace, but that is how Yussa Errenis finds himself in a certain club. He likes the atmosphere, he feels slightly more comfortable there than he has in other places. The second or third time he goes, he catches sight of a handsome human man, one he is certain he hasn't seen before. It is impossible to miss him after that.
After several scattered nights of eye contact across rooms, the young man with the stunning blue eyes finally finds the courage to make a move. Or maybe it was Yussa who moved first, but in the end it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that they have finally connected.
The young man is... exciting. There is an earnestness about him that Yussa finds attractive. It's easy enough from there to drinks and share flirtation to be certain their interests and intent are the same, and then a bit more than that to gauge chemistry - the conclusion is that they have plenty. And that's likely how they ended up in one of the bathrooms. For some illusion of privacy, they lock themselves behind a stall door. At once Yussa thinks he is too old for this and interested in nothing else the moment Caleb's hands are on him again. Even in heeled boots, Yussa remains a few inches shorter than the other man.
He tries to brace himself against one of the walls as their mouths meet again. This part has become more urgent, and he finds himself welcoming it.
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Though he's found companionship here before, it's been some time since he's been quite this reckless. He tends not to jump into things so quickly, cautious about who he gets close to even temporarily. But Yussa is amazing in a way that he would be a fool to pass up. A little risk is warranted, even demanded. This may be the first time they've met, but Caleb has seen him on several nights over the last few weeks--and he's seen Yussa looking back.
His bare stomach has been drawing Caleb's eye all night, and now it draws his hands. Warm, rough palms frame his waist as Caleb's lips trail from mouth to jaw, then down his neck.
"Let me get on my knees for you," he implores, his voice lowered to a husk. He's been growing aroused since their flirting began to escalate, and pressed against Yussa it is readily apparent how hard he is already in his dark jeans.
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What a sweet thing, begging to get to his knees like that. Yussa pushes Caleb's head back enough to kiss him again. His fingers slide from Caleb's hair to stroke along his jaw.
"Go on," he murmurs. There is no answering hardness there, and Yussa has a momentary flicker of--not uncertainty. But he braces himself to manage this should Caleb decide what he finds is not what he wants. Yussa has been careful to allude to some things, but not everyone catches that. Perhaps he should have been more blunt.
But gods, he wants to see this man on his knees. He's wet, and he hasn't indulged with another person in quite some time.
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He can feel cool tile through his jeans, but it doesn't matter where he is. What matters is Yussa's warm brown skin under his lips as he mouths from his hip to the waist of his pants, where his clever fingers are already working the button open and pulling down the zipper. He wants to taste this man. He wants to lose himself in giving him pleasure and think of nothing else.
Intelligent and observant as he is, Yussa's allusions during conversation and current evidence are more than enough information for Caleb to draw the correct conclusion. There is no surprise and certainly no disappointment when he slides the elf's pants down his thighs and finds his smalls damp. He doesn't hesitate to press his mouth there with a low moan, feeling the heat of his cunt as his tongue wets the fabric still more.
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His free hand presses against the wall behind Caleb for balance. Yussa makes himself relax, releasing that tight hold on the other man's hair though he offers no apology. He'll be more careful, but gods he wants to encourage this. It's been too long since he's had this.
"Come on," he urges, voice tighter than he'd like it to be.
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He needs no further encouragement to get to his task. Single-minded and eager, Caleb's fingers hook into his smalls and draw them down his thighs as well. Finally he puts his mouth exactly where it belongs. His hands clutch at Yussa's hips and his tongue parts his folds in a firm lick, curling as it reaches his clit to roll over it again and again.
The taste of him, the scent of his arousal, and the silky, blood-hot sensitive skin under his mouth--this is everything Caleb wanted. He barely hears the music from the club filtering into the bathroom, but he is hyper-aware of every sound Yussa makes, every twitch of muscle--every demand, voiced or not.
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Yussa must admit to himself that part of the appeal of this is just how pliant Caleb is as he offers himself, his mouth, for use. The temptation to take advantage of the position is almost overwhelming and Yussa tries to refrain--for now. He wants to see what Caleb is capable of without his insistent intervention.
He leans into the hand he has braced against the wall and he allows himself to moan, just loud enough to be heard in the space they share.
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His eyes slip open as he gives an eager suck, attentive and striking blue. Caleb gazes up at the lovely elven man leaning over him and finds he is inevitably enthralled by his eyes in turn. Gold. He'd noticed that stunning feature right away. There is so much more about this man he wants to discover, to know. Perhaps if he proves himself now, he'll be allowed.
The hand cupping the back of his head ensures he stays right where he is, which is just how he likes it. Beyond his obvious physical beauty, the air of effortless authority Yussa possesses is a large part of what he'd found so immediately attractive about him. Caleb is harder than he's been in months just from this, from being used, from being useful to such a man.
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"That's it," he encourages, because such work deserves some praise. Ridiculously, he's excited by the prickle of the other man's beard against his most sensitive places.
He finds he wants very much to get a leg between Caleb's, to feel the press of his hard cock against his boot. But given that his smalls and his trousers are only just down around his thighs, he'll have to save that thought. The last thing he wants is to compromise his balance or change Caleb's position when he is so thoroughly enjoying himself. With a little smirk, his free hand makes a vague gesture and Yussa whispers something that's lost beneath the bass thudding through the walls. But he has a piece of copper wire wrapped around his finger, and a few seconds later Caleb can hear his voice in his ear.
"You look like you belong right where you are," he purrs, managing to sound less breathless than he feels. "Do you want me to come on your face, Caleb?"
Seems polite to ask. Given the sheer skill and enthusiasm of Caleb's mouth, it's going to happen soon. Yussa can feel it building.
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But gods, of course he wants that. Nothing would be more satisfying.
His tongue pulls back to lick Yussa's slick from his lips, and he murmurs a single word for the spell to carry to the other arcanist's ear.
"Please."
He could beg more prettily, but something tells him that Yussa will appreciate his work more than his words. He licks into his cunt like his starving for it. His hands slide from his hips down to his thighs and his tongue presses as deep inside him as he can make it reach. The sensation, all tight velvety heat, draws another helpless moan from Caleb's throat. Reflexive, his hips gives a sharp little rock into empty air, but Caleb hasn't even bothered to open his pants, let alone touch himself. His hands have been on Yussa all this time, squeezing gently and rubbing appreciatively over his soft skin.
While his arousal is persistent and aching, Caleb has deliberately not acknowledged it. In this encounter, it is Yussa's pleasure he finds most gratifying. He wants to dedicate himself fully to that. The needs of his own body are present, enjoyable as background noise, but unimportant.
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It doesn't matter: the effect is the same.
Yussa moans sharply the next time Caleb's lips and tongue find his clit and he shivers hard over the younger man. His hips move rhythmically as he chases his pleasure. It builds to a sharp, delicious crescendo and he presses harder than he means to against the back of Caleb's head as his orgasm snaps through him. Seconds later, his hand goes lax in Caleb's hair, barely holding on at all as he's wracked with pleasure.
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Though it is everything he's been working toward, it almost feels as though Yussa's orgasm happens too soon. Caleb would gladly gladly do this for twice as long--an hour, the rest of the night. But he may be in luck; one thing he's always envied about people with this arrangement of anatomy is their ability to come again and again without the kind of rest in between rounds that he needs. If Yussa is at all interested, Caleb will make him come as many times as he wants to tonight.
Still, the adrenaline-fueled excitement and pure satisfaction that sink through him when Yussa presses hard against him at the moment of his peak is second to nothing. A soft, eager whine lingers in the back of Caleb's throat as his lover's grip goes slack. He keeps the brush of lips and tongue gentle as he works him through it, taking a firm grip on his thighs to make sure Yussa stays on his feet.
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He doesn't move otherwise, save to press his other hand against the wall behind Caleb. He pants for breath, eyes nearly closed as he relishes the pleasure still rolling through him. He stays like that, possibly for too long considering it keeps Caleb on his knees. But, after another moment, Yussa eases back to lean against the opposite wall - thankfully not very far in the small stall - so that Caleb can at least get up without knocking him over.
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Caleb's hands gently release Yussa's hips and fall to his own lap. Finally, with a sharp breath, he takes hold of his own cock through his jeans, but he is simply adjusting himself so that his erection isn't quite so obvious. When Yussa moves, he pushes himself to his feet without a word about it, wincing only as his knees complain.
Though he once again towers over the smaller man, Caleb's shoulders hunch inward in a way that makes him seem to take up a little less space. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, leaving a wet smear over his skin and making very little impact on the glistening mess covering his lips and chin.
"Thank you," he says, soft and a little hoarse, and means it.
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The hoarse quality to Caleb's voice earns a faint smirk. He considers the young man in front of him - including the obvious bulge in his pants, despite his attempts to make it less apparent - and he considers his options.
Maybe it's reckless to invite a stranger into his home, but Yussa is certain he can manage should Caleb turn out to be anything but what he appears.
"Care to join me somewhere more comfortable?"
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He shifts just a little under Yussa's scrutiny, nervous despite giving what seems to have been a fairly stellar performance. His posture gets even worse, knowing that he's being evaluated, and he has to keep his hands from rubbing at his forearms through his long-sleeved shirt. Though it feels like the seconds drag by, in truth it is only a handful before Yussa apparently judges him worthy of further attention.
"Ja," he answers quickly, clearly relieved. "I would like that. Anywhere that will be easier on my knees is good." He smiles at his own joke, and though Yussa is a good deal shorter, Caleb still manages to look at him through his lashes, a little bashful now that their momentum has slowed.
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Seconds later, with a rush of arcane energy, they appear in a dim sitting room with a large, very comfortable-looking sectional. Yussa can't help but feel a bit pleased with himself - possibly bolstered by the wine he'd been enjoying not long before they disappeared into the bathroom together.
"Better?" he inquires, voice soft and warm. Even in the dim light, the large windows are unmistakable. Rather than showing the night lights and skyline of Rexxentrum, however, they show a dark sky filled with stars. Yussa draws back, slowly backing up until he can sit on the edge of the chaise part of the couch.
"Would you like more light?"
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They appear in a beautiful space, one Caleb can only assume to be Yussa's home. It certainly suits him. But even as he takes in the windows, the greenery, the comfortable and elegant furniture, he is marveling at the wizard backing away to settle on the couch.
His confident, casual spellcasting had indicated to Caleb that he was an experienced practitioner; only someone with years of practice and familiarity with the arcane casts the way that Yussa does, even with cantrips. But now he knows for certain that he is powerful. An effortless casting of Teleport is no small feat. How does Yussa just keep getting more attractive?
"That was an impressive bit of spellwork," he says, hushed and a little awed, only registering that he's been asked a question a moment later. "Ah--yes, please." He is only human; his eyes aren't at all useful in the dark. "Being able to see you would be preferable."
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When Caleb requests more light, Yussa flicks a hand. The faint glow in the room - offered by lanterns throughout the room - becomes brighter but still allows for soft ambiance. It's certainly better lighting than the club bathroom, or even the bar.
"There." Yussa takes a moment to get a better look at Caleb. He keeps his gaze on the other man as he leans down to get his boots off. "Won't you join me?"
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When Yussa waves the lights on--or brighter, at least--Caleb blinks to adjust. The glow is soft, atmospheric, but enough to see by. The room is still more beautiful properly illuminated. As is Yussa.
"Of course," he agrees, a little breathless. Gods, the lighting at the bar had not done Yussa justice. His skin is not only a lovely rich brown, but the undertone is warm and golden. The fine lines around his eyes and other subtle markers of age in his face only serve to make him more handsome. And his eyes--the way they reflect the light makes them look molten. Caleb can't join him fast enough.
Still ignoring the bulge of his erection, which has barely flagged at all in the last several minutes, Caleb hopes he is interpreting the invitation correctly when he lowers himself to the floor in front of Yussa and reaches for his boots to take over removing them.
Yussa will be able to get a very good look at Caleb like this; his blue eyes, his flushed and freckled skin, his long red hair half tied back, but discheveled from Yussa sinking his hand into it. His long-sleeved henley, dark jeans, and boots are simple, and the shirt in particular is slightly too big on his slim frame. The top two buttons are undone, showing a hint of collarbone. What really stands out about his attire, though, is his book harness--absent his books tonight, per Beauregard's recommendation. The dark brown leather straps with their bronze buckles, clearly well used and well cared for, cross over his body in a way that flatters his proportions, accentuating the span of his shoulders in contrast to the taper of his waist.
The beautiful rug he is kneeling on beside the couch is a great improvement on thr bathroom floor, and he can't help noting as much with amusement. "My knees are feeling better already," he quips, eyes bright as he glances up.
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And he can't help but notice the familiar lines of a book harness. He runs his fingers over the worn but strong leather, appreciating how it feels and how it looks. He has a better idea of Caleb's shape now, and he decides he's invested in seeing him completely, if they can get that far. It isn't' that Caleb strikes him as skittish, or even that he sees any hesitance - none, judging by that performance in the bathroom - but the setting is different now. The chemistry hasn't changed, but the urgency has died down. Well, his urgency has.
He slips his fingers beneath a strap on the harness, and he relinquishes the pressure on Caleb's cock when he feels the other man's hands on his ankle. He'll have to play nice for a few seconds if he wants his boots off completely, so he does. But he doesn't let go of the harness.
"I should hope so," he says lightly, a smile playing on his mouth. "I won't even make you stay there all night."
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Luckily he manages to finish his work before he can do anything as mortifying as grinding against the sole of Yussa's boot--though it is tempting. The pressure is released, to both his relief and dismay, and he concentrates on the leather under his hands rather than the aching throb of his cock. Quickly enough he eases the second boot off as well, stroking his thumb along the high arch of Yussa's foot as he does.
Looking up again and catching sight of that smile makes his stomach flip in hopeful anticipation. "I would not complain if you did," he husks. "It is probably apparent by now, but I enjoy being...useful. Spending the night tending to your needs, whatever they may be, would make me very happy." The admission makes his face burn, but he doesn't hesitate to say it. He knows what he likes, and Yussa seems like he could take control of him in exactly the way he longs for as effortlessly as he cast Teleport.
They met at a kink club; he hopes this isn't too surprising. Would it be too much to hope that Yussa saw this in him and wanted him because of it?
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The admission isn't a surprise, but Yussa couldn't have anticipated just how well matched they are.
"Come here," he murmurs. He keeps his grip on the harness and eases back along the chaise, encouraging Caleb to join him there. And as soon as the younger man is close enough, Yussa's other hand slides boldly over the shape of his erection, still trapped behind his clothes. He offers a firm rub and finds he has to take a deep breath of his own. Caleb's voice is delicious, his cadence and accent deeply appealing. Yussa will not deny himself the chance to hear it more tonight.
He pulls on the harness again and leans up to kiss Caleb. Even after casting Prestidigitation, he can still catch a hint of his own taste on Caleb's lips and tongue. Yussa licks into the younger man's mouth, then breaks the kiss enough to speak.
"If you are going to tend to my needs, you'll have to undress me further."
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It is the perfect way to render him distracted and receptive for the kiss that follows, which steals his breath and immediately makes him want more. He'd be pleased for Yussa to spend the rest of the night kissing him like that. When his eyes slide open again, there is a moment where he both looks and feels slightly dazed as he gazes down at the other wizard.
"How much further?"
It seems pertinent to ask, even if he's already responsible for halfway removing Yussa's pants and smalls once tonight. He thinks he might have felt the edge of a binder under his shirt earlier, in retrospect. As much as he would love to undress Yussa entirely, he doesn't want to be the cause of any discomfort.
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His pulse has picked up again and he takes a steadying breath. Gods, it's unreasonable how much he wants this. Feeling Caleb's cock through his pants has fanned the flames of his desire and very suddenly and very sharply, Yussa wants more of him.
He keeps his gaze on Caleb as he starts to unbutton his blouse.
"You should undress as well. At least down to your smalls."
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He takes in Yussa's bared bronze skin with bright-eyed hunger. They were so rushed before; now he slides his hands slowly and appreciatively up along Yussa's thighs, thumbs dipping in to trace his hip bones, then his waist. His eyes flicker up at the following request, and his lips curl subtly. He can do that, but...
"You want me to take my harness off?"
It seems like such an object of fascination.
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"Put it back on after you remove your shirt," he says at last. Caleb can always take it off later if the leather chafes or anything like that, but Yussa sees no reason not to enjoy the aesthetic and utility if Caleb is offering it.
He shifts his hips, absently getting more comfortable. He's still wet - the quick trip from the club has done nothing to quell his arousal and, if anything, has given him time to recover.
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Distractedly, Caleb gives a low hum, understanding and agreement, and leans down to kiss the newly exposed skin between Yussa's collarbone and the top of his binder. His hands sweep back down to the crux of his hips, where the rough pad of a thumb dips down to drag lightly over his beautifully swollen clit. His breath hitches.
Stay on task. Yussa has asked him to undress, and he hasn't done it yet. Tearing his gaze away, he mutters an apology in Zemnian and makes himself sit up, knelt where he is across Yussa's knees, and shrug the harness from his shoulders. It is the work of only a few moments to pull his shirt up over his head and discard it by the side of the couch, then pull the harness back on to hopefully add some interest to his skinny frame and distract a little from the latticework of scars covering his forearms. He has never worn it directly against his skin before, but the leather is treated well and worn enough not to scratch.
His pants are another matter. For one, he is still wearing his boots. With a soft grunt and a somewhat reluctant look, he makes himself stand and unlace his boots, taking much less care with their removal than he had with Yussa's. As soon as they're loose enough, he toes them off, and sets them to the side where they won't continue to track dirt onto the rug.
After that, he finally moves to his jeans. Popping open the button and dragging the fly down feels almost orgasmic itself (he gasps, soft but audible), as restrictive as the denim has been around long sustained and long ignored erection. He dares a glance up at Yussa again as he does this and finds he can't look away. Pushing his jeans down his slim hips is a further release of pressure, the hard line of his cock barely hidden by the thin grey cotton of his smalls. At the head, the fabric is darker and clinging, clearly damp.
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He tips his head as Caleb strips out of his shirt and then pulls his harness back on. Seeing the leather against bare skin is appealing, as is the possibility of being able to grab and hold onto it should he choose to. A smirk ticks the corner of his mouth when Caleb seems to realize it will take more effort to get his boots off. Yussa props his elbow on the pillows piled behind him and rests his head against his curled fingers. His interest sharpens again as the younger man works his way out of his jeans. He's been hard all this time with no relief.
He can't help but notice the damp spot on the gray fabric or tHe tempting shape of Caleb's cock. Yussa keeps his eyes on Caleb's face, holding his gaze as his free hand slips down between his legs. His fingers brush up along his slit and down again. His cunt throbs and he spreads his thighs more as he lifts a brow expectantly.
"That's fine for now," he says, determined to keep his voice even. "Come here."
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He returns to the chaise on his hands and knees, though this time he fits himself between Yussa's legs rather than hovering over them. His thighs slide beneath Yussa's, bringing them close enough that his clothed cock throbs mere inches from where his fingers stroke along his slit. Caleb's hands find his slender hips again, covering them easily, and he leans down to soundly kiss the smirk from his mouth, sharing the lingering taste of his cunt as his tongue presses past his lips.
Not only is Caleb eager to show his enthusiasm, he just can't help it. Whatever Yussa wants from him, he can't imagine doing anything but happily obliging. There are things he wants, of course, but nothing he wouldn't forgo in favor of Yussa's preferences. Ultimately what will leave him feeling good is knowing that he gave this man exactly what he was looking for.
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Yussa tips his hips and his fingers leave his cunt in favor of holding Caleb's hip. He closes the scant distance between them until he can feel Caleb's cock pressed against him, nothing but a thin piece of fabric between them. That certainly won't save the other man from feeling how wet Yussa is as he grinds against the shape of his erection.
"Do you want to be inside me?" he murmurs, quietly breathless after that kiss. It's a question he's quite certain he already knows the answer to, but he wants to hear it. It's been some time since Yussa was with a partner like this and he has no intention of denying himself anything.
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"Yes," he breathes, predictably. Who could say no to that? They're so close he can feel Yussa's words against his lips. His hands squeeze his hips almost restlessly, but then his grip gets firm, and Caleb grinds back. As Yussa's hips lift, his drop, and his cock thrusts slow and sweet along his slit. Caleb shudders. The fabric between them is more than damp. "Very badly."
When he was giving head in the bathroom, Caleb would have been perfectly content to return to the club without coming at all. So anything more than that is just extra--or so he thought. But now Yussa is dangling before him what he aches for most (of course it is; he doesn't mind being predictable in this) and Caleb wants.
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Is it wicked to wonder how long he can keep this lovely young man with him? At the least, Yussa has every intention of offering satisfaction and thoroughly seeing to his own. A bit of stress relief and working off energy before he sets foot in a classroom for the first time in decades.
"You'll have to do more work first," he breathes. The requirement is twofold: it's been some years since Yussa was with a partner and he's keen to see Caleb apply all of his talents. As he speaks, Yussa grinds against Caleb again.
"Show me that your fingers are as good as your tongue."
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"That is exactly the sort of work I was hoping to do tonight," he says with a flicker of a smile, that appealing rasp still in his voice. "But I hope you will not mind the use of my tongue again as well."
That he has to put a little distance between their bodies to make this workable is a little frustrating, admittedly, after this very pleasant grinding has gotten him all wound up. But he wants to touch Yussa more than he wants to continue that way, and he wants to fuck him most of all. So he kneels back a little, just enough that he can comfortably trail his hands inward along Yussa's thighs and get the right angle for his fingers when he reaches his center.
Caleb has been aching for this, and finally he drags two fingers against Yussa's cunt, feeling his stomach clench with a powerful spike of arousal as he does. He's as slick as he expected, his folds blood hot and easily held open by the thumb of his other hand. Knelt between his legs, Caleb has the most incredible view as he stirs the pads of his fingers against the pliant, sensitive opening of Yussa's cunt, collecting the evidence of his need and rubbing it over the tender, stiff bud of his clit in a slow, firm circle.
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Besides, the younger man has made clear how eager he is for this. Yussa shouldn't deny him the pleasure of it. He draws one leg up, keeping it bent and out of the way to open himself up a bit more, to give Caleb more room to work and to look as much as he likes.
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"Gods," he sighs, barely audible under his breath. A little louder, he says, "You are..." He swallows, shaking his head with a soft huff of incredulous laughter. How had he gotten lucky enough to wind up here? Yussa is absolutely fucking stunning, from his golden eyes and plush, kissable mouth to his gorgeous cunt. "Ridiculously hot."
His fingers swap places again, and with his pulse jumping in anticipation, he finally crooks his index finger to ease it past his opening. Yussa is beautifully slick with arousal, and he presses his finger slowly inside--more slowly than Caleb had expected he'd have to, honestly, though thankfully he manages to stifle his surprise.
Though Yussa's cunt yields to the penetration, and he's wonderfully hot and wet, he is also incredibly tight. Caleb gets his finger in to the last knuckle and curls it gently before an equally gradual withdrawal and rock back in, establishing a rhythm, albeit a slow one. He can feel the pressure of Yussa's walls around him, the stretch as he pushes carefully against them, and it is both erotic and startling. Does Yussa not usually let others fuck him? That is a heady thought.
"How does that feel?" he asks, glancing from between Yussa's legs to his face. Caleb knows now what kind of care he will have to take, and is more than prepared to do so. He is even more eager for it now, if that is possible.
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"Good," he murmurs. "It's been some time."
He can give Caleb that confession, it can only help at this point. Yussa plucks at the laces on his binder - a zipper might be easier, but he prefers the aesthetic. The knot comes loose and he takes a deeper breath as the binder opens. That exposes his breasts, small but certainly noticeable on his slender frame.
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When Yussa opens his binder, Caleb's attention is drawn there and stays. He hadn't been counting on him removing it at all, so it certainly feels like a privilege. His breasts are small and pert, and Caleb immediately wants to gather them in his hands. Instead he braces his free hand on the couch and leans over Yussa, presses his lips to the spot just behind his ear and trails kisses down his neck from there, breathing in the spicy scent of his cologne and tasting the salt of his skin. A second finger waits to join the first inside him, rubbing lightly at his entrance without pushing in just yet.
"You feel amazing," he murmurs between kisses, dragging that first finger in and out, in and out. Gods, how is he going to last at all when he's been hard all this time and those soft walls are squeezing around his cock?
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His hands slide over Caleb's arms and shoulders, one continues into his red hair. His fingers curl and give a gentle tug, coaxing Caleb up so that they can meet in another kiss. There's more heat behind this one and his tongue sweeps into Caleb's mouth and he can't help a soft moan as the finger inside him moves just so. Slick walls briefly squeeze before he relaxes again.
"Try another," he murmurs. Yussa feels ready, and he knows it will be a stretch either way. "I want you to make me come again before I let you have me."
That seems more than fair, given Caleb's dedication to getting him off before.
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"I think I can manage that," he murmurs breathlessly. What Yussa asks for, he gets. Caleb presses a second finger into him alongside the first and has to suck in a sharp breath himself as Yussa's cunt slowly, slowly opens to allow them to press deeper.
His thumb just isn't enough, he decides. This is when he makes good on what he asked earlier and sinks down between Yussa's legs until hot breath fans over his folds and he licks over his clit with the flat of his tongue. He lavishes attention there generously as his fingers work carefully inside him, rocking deep and curling and pulling back at whatever pace Yussa's body allows.
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The extra attention helps. Yussa is hard pressed not to seek more as Caleb licks and sucks. His cunt flutters and tightens around Caleb's fingers, but even Yussa can feel the steady rubbing and stroking in and out getting easier as taut muscles relax and yield, as he gets wetter and more excited.
"That's it," he breathes. The blush in his cheeks deepens and Yussa's free hand grips the softness of his breast for a moment before he focuses on the firm nipple. His thumb strokes over it before giving a sharper pinch.
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Every twitch and quiver of tight muscles around his fingers is encouraging, because it means Yussa is going to stretch for him more as he opens up with pleasure. He gets wetter as his cunt becomes more yielding, and Caleb is able to fuck him with two fingers at a steady pace where before he could barely fit them in. He remembers how to rub them up against his front wall to make him shake and bear down, and he does it as he pulls his clit between his lips with an eager suck. He moans low in his throat as he licks over and around it, loving how stiff and hot it feels against his tongue, and loving the subtle control of Yussa's hand in his hair, even if it isn't tight.
The angle is wrong to rub his clothed cock down against the chaise, so he just has to endure the way it continues to throb in increasing need, just as he has for most of tonight. But gods, it is entirely worth it for the opportunity to worship this man.
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His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair and he almost can't help the way he tries to rock toward the warmth of the younger man's mouth. It also means meeting every thrust of his fingers, ensuring they slide is deep as they can every time. Yussa cries out weakly as the building tension breaks. His cunt goes tight around Caleb's fingers as he comes and his thighs press against the other man's shoulders like he can trap him right where he is.
With a softer sound, Yussa sinks back and rides out the delicious little shocks that still come whenever Caleb moves his fingers. His fingers have gone weak in Caleb's hair, but he hasn't let go entirely.
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Caleb has felt his orgasm building for minutes now in his tensing muscles, and when Yussa's body finally succumbs, he moans too. Feeling his thighs try to clamp shut around his shoulders and his cunt tighten around his fingers, wave after wave of pressure, is heady when he lets himself think about being inside him. He soothes his tongue more gently across his clit until those tremors begin to subside, pulling off while his fingers still move inside him, now slow again.
Fuck. He could spend all night doing that. Which is good, because he may have to do it at least once more if Yussa still wants his cock. He's bigger than two of his fingers, and Yussa has only just comfortably taken those.
Whatever the case, Caleb enjoys kissing the inside of Yussa's thighs as he comes down, taking his own simple pleasure in his lover's trembling body.
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After a minute or so, he opens his eyes again and looks down at the man between his legs. His body has relaxed almost entirely and his fingers slide from Caleb's hair to stroke his bearded cheek instead. What a novel thing to have so close to sensitive skin.
He adjusts his position slightly, trying to ensure that Caleb won't feel so trapped between his thighs. Yussa tries to do so without pulling away too much.
"Well," he says at last, "you are very impressive."
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Despite how his cock still strains obviously at the thin, damp layer of his smallclothes, how his skin is flushed from his face down through his chest, how uneven his breathing is in comparison to Yussa's, he still makes no complaint or request. His arousal is an ache, and pain is something he can deal with. If Yussa has lost interest in being fucked or decides he is done for the night after all, Caleb will ask for a bathroom and finish himself off before he heads home.
Of course, he hopes for a little more than that. He would love to be inside him, but he would feel lucky if Yussa wanted to reciprocate in any way. Regardless, he doesn't press. He's already shared that his primary interest is seeing to Yussa's needs, and that is accurate. If it pleases Yussa to give him relief, then it will happen. If it doesn't, it won't. Caleb is not only happy to leave that choice in his hands, but wants to. Let someone else decide what he deserves.
Giving a slightly self-conscious tug on one of the shoulder straps of the harness he is still wearing, Caleb demurs, "Ah, thank you. If you are pleased, I am very glad." That praise scorches so sweetly, burns through him right down to his belly. There is nothing modest about the raw want in his eyes when he looks at Yussa spread out before him, lovely and languid with lingering pleasure because he made him that way.
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He moves to make sure there is room, though it's a languid effort. And as soon as Caleb eases down next to him, Yussa reaches for his covered cock to give a slow caress and gentle squeeze. He hasn't forgotten, and he has no intention of neglecting Caleb completely. Not when he's done so well by Yussa. His thumb rubs lightly over the line of the young man's covered erection.
"I still want you - all of you," he says, just in case the gesture isn't clear enough. "And I said you could have me if you made me come again."
And gods, Caleb has done that in spades. Not only did he come, but it was good.
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The back of his head sinks into the cushion behind him, his hands clutch at the edge of the couch, and his hips twitch up. Yussa's dainty, elegant hand is warm on his cock. His touch may be light, but it is the only direct touch he has had tonight, and he is so fucking hard. Just looking down into his lap to see him trace the shape of his erection is dizzying. His cock throbs and leaks heavy drops of precome that soak deeper into the wet fabric of his smalls at even this much attention, a tempting taste of possible release at last to soothe that deep ache. Yussa's words have much the same effect.
"If that is still what you want, then ja, I...I would really like that," Caleb stammers, soft and breathy. Even he isn't entirely aware of just how desperate he looks, hazy blue eyes trained on Yussa, brow knit up, and his red, well-used mouth parted around every audible breath. "Just say what you need from me, and I will do it."
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"Do I need anything more?" he asks as he moves to straddle Caleb's hips. He should probably try to take more than just two of Caleb's fingers. "You've been waiting so long."
He can't help the grin that appears. Yussa gives Caleb another kiss, this time with a little more demand. He can taste himself in it and there is something terribly satisfying in knowing the scent and taste of his cunt has been filling this poor man's senses since he went to his knees in the bathroom.
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Caleb dares to catch a hold of the flare of his slim hips just in time for Yussa to kiss him again.
Though embarrassment makes his face flare hot, he doesn't think he could possibly be blamed for the way he whimpers into Yussa's mouth. He clutches at the other man's hips perhaps a tad too hard in his frantic, need-driven enthusiasm, drawing him closer until he can feel his breasts pressed between them, the stiff brown nipples he's been so badly wanting to pinch and suck rubbing against his skin.
He won't presume to tell Yussa what he needs, though in his opinion taking the time to work a third finger into him would be wise--but gods, at this rate Caleb is almost certain he wouldn't last that long anyway. He's not even sure he'll last long enough to fuck Yussa at all, with every rub over his cock making him moan, helpless when granted a little attention after so long without. He could come so easily just from Yussa's hand stroking him lightly through his wet smalls. Yussa is right; he has been waiting so long.
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He breaks the kiss and gently, briefly touches his brow to Caleb's.
"I'm going to get you off," he murmurs. Feeling the shape of the other man's cock makes him think he'll need a bit more warming up before he can easily take him. Yussa is not interested in pain tonight. "But I would still like to fuck when you are able again."
Perhaps they'll move to his bed for that. Yussa kisses Caleb again and pushes down his smalls, enough to draw his cock out. He gives it a slow stroke and lets the head brush against his cunt, teasing both of them.
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Oh. He wants him to stay. He wants him to stay long enough for a second round, he wants to make him come not just once tonight, but twice. When he'd gone into this expecting nothing, that is startling--in a good way. Yussa must think well of him.
"I am in favor of both of those things," Caleb confirms, strained and incredibly relieved. He leans into the kiss that follows, returning it warmly for as long as he is able. But the first touch of Yussa's hand to bare skin makes him gasp, breaking the seal of their lips. That single slow stroke has him melting into the couch cushions with a low moan. Eyes slipping open, he watches Yussa press the head, sticky and flushed an angry red, to his folds. He watches his cock throb in Yussa's grip, watches precome bubble up at the tip and smear against his entrance. He feels absolutely divine, hot and slick and everything Caleb has been aching for.
His perception is narrowing, and he can already feel a familiar tightness low in his belly and at the base of his spine. It really isn't going to take much at all to make him come.
"Yussa," he groans, restless and rapturous, an expression of gratitude and need.
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He keeps one hand braced against the cushions. The other leaves Caleb's cock in favor of caressing his cheek, stroking his hair back.
"Don't hold back, understand?" he demands. He keeps his head near Caleb's, brows nearly touching. "You've already held out so long, it's very impressive, darling boy."
He tips his head so that he can give Caleb a firm kiss. He's suddenly very invested in this, in getting the younger man off. Hopefully making his interest clear makes this easier for Caleb. He's been so dedicated this whole evening, Yussa isn't interested in making Caleb feel like he's failed somehow. Quite the opposite.
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A shiver goes through him and a soft whimper is held behind his lips as Yussa praises him so sweetly. Gods, how can this man be so perfect? His words are firm and his touch is tender in a way that Caleb finds completely mesmerizing, lips parted and gaze focused only on the gold of Yussa's eyes. Seemingly without effort, he's given Caleb exactly what makes him feel good, what makes him feel wanted--and this isn't the first time. He feels seen, and normally that would make him at least slightly uncomfortable, but with Yussa it only makes him crave more.
And he loves the way Yussa kisses him. His lips press back, both passionate and yielding. His hands rub over Yussa's hips, holding on without guiding, just feeling their fluid movement. Caleb has the stray thought that this was a risk well worth the reward; he is very glad he'd chosen to go home with this man tonight.
Soon Caleb starts moving too, rocking against Yussa's cunt and kissing until he's breathless and panting. The friction is hot and wet and intense, and the jerk of Caleb's hips is seeking and needy. But it feels so good, and now that Yussa has expertly rid him of that flash of shame, made him feel wanted and taken care of, it's pure pleasure. Just as he thought, it doesn't take long. His cock grows stiffer as he feels a warning throb, a telltale sign of approaching orgasm, and his moans grow louder against Yussa's mouth. Slick folds rub up his shaft and over the head, he lifts his hips and grinds against the other man's swollen clit, and he's gone. Caleb comes with a surge of sensation powerful enough to make him shake. His cock pulses heavy between them, making a mess of his stomach and Yussa's cunt.
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He doesn't quite make it to another orgasm, but that doesn't stop Yussa from shuddering on top of Caleb as the younger man reaches his peak. His hand grips Caleb's shoulder and Yussa arches his back slightly when he feels Caleb's cock throb between them, and soon enough there is a mess of come. Caleb has been waiting so long for this, Yussa can't say he's surprised.
He doesn't stop immediately, instead riding out Caleb's orgasm with him until Caleb goes still beneath him. Yussa leans down for another kiss, brief and a bit uncoordinated. His cunt aches, left empty but still able to feel the hot press of Caleb's cock like a promise. He pushes himself up slowly, quietly panting from his own exertion as he looks down at the man beneath him. A faint smirk plays at the corner of his mouth and he waits until it seems like Caleb is capable of responding before he says:
"Better?"
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"That--" Caleb exhales heavily and can't help grinning, astonished and giddy. "Ja, a lot better. If I had tried to fuck you, I am afraid my stamina would have been disappointing." The curl of his lips turns wry, but humorously so. He doesn't feel self-conscious any longer.
However, he does recognize that he should probably make an attempt to clean them both up. It was a very good orgasm, and his body had made that readily apparent. Not for the first time, he is chagrinned that he hasn't learned Prestidigitation. He also recognizes that he can't get up and return with supplies to do it manually either, as this is not his home and he has not yet seen anything here except the couch. Gods, he doesn't even know where he is. Yussa could have teleported them anywhere. Are they even still in Rexxentrum? These are among the things that finally occur to him now that his dick is no longer diverting bloodflow from his brain.
Well, he has to ask sometime, and he has no pride to swallow. It may as well be now. "Sorry, I was a little too distracted to ask earlier--where are we?"
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"We are in my home in Rexxentrum," he answers with a coy smile. "I promise I have not absconded with you to Marquet. Tempting, though."
Slowly, he eases off Caleb and manages to get to his feet without losing his balance. Yussa makes a gesture and casts Prestidigitation to at least clean off Caleb's stomach. He seems to consider their situation and glances across the room toward a set of stairs.
"Join me upstairs?" he asks as he returns his attention to Caleb. "I think the bed may treat us better than the couch."
Which is not to say he hasn't enjoyed every second of Caleb's attention since arriving, but Yussa thinks he'd like to be on a bed if this man is going to properly fuck him. Besides, it also brings them much closer to a bathroom for the sake of cleaning up after, as Yussa sincerely hopes that he won't be able to muster even a cantrip by the time they are through.
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"Take me away to anywhere you like. I am not opposed," Caleb jokes, almost coy himself, as he follows Yussa to his feet. "Though tonight I cannot think of a more appealing destination than your bed." It's a terrible line, but Caleb says it with warm humor. He leans down to kiss Yussa's cheek, murmuring, "Lead me. I will follow."
Since they began talking, Yussa has struck him as a private, even secluded sort of man, which makes him all the more surprised and excited by how much he is willing to share with him. There is a moment where Caleb contemplates picking up his clothes and bringing them along, but he decides to leave them where they are. He'll collect them later.
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They end up in an open, airy bedroom, and with a gesture from Yussa, the lanterns on either side of the large four-poster bed fill with soft, warm light.
The room itself isn't sparse, per se, but neither is it cluttered. Near one of the large windows is clearly a space Yussa uses to read, as it has a large, comfortable chair and a small table stacked with books and what appears to be a tea cup resting on top of them. The elf sits down on the edge of his bed, the size of which certainly emphasizes that he is petite. Yussa curls his fingers, encouraging Caleb closer to him. Unlike the windows on the floor below, the ones here do provide a view of Rexxentrum. If Caleb is familiar enough with the skyline, he might be able to determine they are in the western part of the Tangles, somewhere between the Platinum Veranda and the Court of Colors.
Yussa eases further back onto the bed, deciding that he would rather not risk finding the edge of it when they get started again.
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In Yussa's bedroom, however, the windows show the city as they should, and it is a beautiful view. Caleb is almost surprised to find that he's very familiar with it. He calls the Tangles home as well, though his place is closer to the Cobalt Soul. "You do not live far from me," he comments aloud, softly enough that he could be talking to himself. At least he knows it will be easy to get home from here, even in the middle of the night.
(Gods, he has class tomorrow, the first of the semester. He should have gone home already. But he doesn't even consider it. This is so worth whatever grogginess he will have to fight through tomorrow.)
Finally he turns back to take in the rest of the room a second time in the warm light of the dangling lanterns, including Yussa on the edge of a spacious bed. The decor is sparing, but tasteful and elegant, as he's come to expect, though the small personal details such as the left behind teacup show much more about the man who lives here. Caleb is drawn in by the coy come-hither curl of his fingers. His knees hit the soft white comforter, and he follows Yussa as he moves toward the center of the bed. As soon as he is close enough, he presses him down into it with an insistent kiss, planting his elbows against the mattress and covering Yussa's body with his, chest to chest. His soft cock slots against the other man's hip.
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Elegant fingers stroke through Caleb's hair and Yussa realizes they have thoroughly dislodged the tie that's been holding the other man's hair back. He manages to find it near the end of Caleb's long-gone ponytail and slips it around his fingers to avoid losing it completely. He imagines Caleb might want it.
When the kiss breaks, Yussa holds up the hair tie between them with a soft, playful smirk.
"You may want to replace this before you lose it."
While Caleb might still be soft, Yussa's arousal hasn't really abated - he's had time to get worked up again, and grinding on Caleb's cock was certainly a good start.
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Leaning back, Caleb looks from Yussa's smirk to the offered hair tie and returns the energy of his smirk with a subdued but equally playful little smile. His eyes are bright with amusement as he pushes himself back up to a kneel again and plucks the tie from the other man's fingers.
"Right. We would not want that."
With the ease of practice, he finger-combs his hair back into place and gathers it at the nape of his neck. With a few twists of his fingers, the tie is secured around it.
"You will have to work on not pulling it out again, ja?" Caleb teases, leaning back down for a lighter kiss, which is the first of many he begins trailing down Yussa's throat.
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"You can touch me where you like."
He's left himself entirely bare, but he wants to make sure there is no misunderstanding. He doesn't want Caleb to hold back as a matter of being polite. The fact that Yussa feels the need to tell him at all is a good sign, he thinks. Caleb has not taken any liberties beyond what's been offered to him so far.
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While waiting for instruction, he's been avoiding deliberately touching his chest. But that ends quickly as he works his way down Yussa's body with his mouth. His lips follow the curve of one soft, small breast, and he brings a hand up to cover the other entirely. It fits in his palm with a gentle squeeze as his tongue flickers over a tight brown nipple. Watching Yussa toy with himself earlier had been very inspiring.
Though Caleb has been given a much-needed release, the stirrings of arousal in his body haven't gone away, knowing what he was waiting for. While he isn't yet getting hard, he can feel the potential for it under his skin, a pleasant and pervasive heat that begins to grow again as he touches Yussa.
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"Caleb--" It sounds like a request, but nothing follows until Yussa pushes Caleb's free hand down lower, trying to guide it between his thighs. He isn't trying to rush anything, but he's also quite aware he'll need a more help before he can really take Caleb's cock without discomfort. And why should he do it himself when Caleb's proven himself so capable?
He hiccups another breath when there's a more direct touch against his cunt.
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The first graze of his middle and ring fingers over his folds, barely even dipping between them, brings a satisfying involuntary reaction from the man beneath him. The pads of his fingers rub up and down his slit with more purpose and pressure. Yussa is still as wet as when he'd pulled off him downstairs, aroused and...still slick with his release, Caleb realizes with a jolt that goes right to his spent cock. Yussa had prestidigitated him clean, but not himself.
Caleb releases his nipple with a long suck to drag in a quivering breath, eyes slipping open. He looks up at Yussa's flushed face, knowing that the wet sounds they're both hearing as Caleb strokes and circles his entrance are all the more obscene because of Caleb's contribution. Is this what he wanted? If he didn't use that simple spell again when he very easily could have, it must be. Still, it would feel like crossing a line not to ask directly before proceeding under assumptions.
"I am going to fuck you with my fingers again," he says, low and soft and certain. "Do you want to clean up first?"
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He meets Caleb's gaze as the younger man strokes his cunt, teasing his entrance without really pushing in. The flush in his cheeks deepens when he realizes precisely what Caleb is referencing. Yussa hadn't even thought about the come spilled on his body. He hadn't cleaned himself, in part because he knew what he wanted next, but having attention drawn to the slick mess between them is--exciting. The sound of Caleb's voice, so sure and so warm, sends another jolt of arousal straight through him. Gods, how did he luck upon this man?
"I don't see a reason to," he answers, his own voice heavy as his hand presses against the back of Caleb's. Yussa doesn't look away, holding Caleb's gaze as his own fingers slip over the ones rubbing against his entrance. He wets his lips and takes a steadying breath.
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"Fuck," he breathes, lips barely moving. He isn't sure if he spoke in Common or Zemnian. "Okay."
What else can he do? What else would he want to do? With Yussa's over his, he stirs his fingers in one last circle against his entrance, then presses them slowly inside. Yussa's body yields, seemingly eager to pull his fingers in, and he feels so good Caleb can't help a soft moan. He would be perfect already if this was all they were planning to do. But he is still so tight, especially as he pushes deeper and rocks his fingers back and forth inside him. Caleb's face burns and his stomach clenches with the knowledge that he is fucking his come into Yussa's cunt, massaging his insides with it as he stretches him open for his cock.
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"Good." He almost whimpers. "I--I didn't entirely mean to interrupt you," he adds with a breathless laugh.
His thighs spread further and when Caleb's fingers slide just right, Yussa moans and his cunt tightens around them. He can't quite help the way his hips move, pushing toward that feeling rather than trying to get away from it. Gods, it's truly been too long. Perhaps that is a deficit he can correct now that he is here.
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"This is worth the interruption," Caleb assures, warm and low, with a quirk of his lips as he glances back up to take in his lover's expression. "I will get back to that soon, do not worry." He squeezes the breast beneath his other hand for emphasis, sliding his thumb across the soft flesh to rub back and forth over his peaked nipple. He'd like to put his mouth back to work on him there, he'd barely gotten started, but--
Watching Yussa move this way on his fingers is mesmerizing. Keeping pace with the roll of his hips, he curls them into his cunt, pushing in deep and rubbing at that spot he likes so much as he drags them out again. Caleb murmurs encouragement in Zemnian when he tightens and leans down to kiss the inside of his knee.
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The way Caleb presses a gentle kiss to his knee is so--sweet. Unexpected. A strained laugh escapes, edged with a moan.
"I--I don't think I know any--any of that Zemnian," he gasps out, struggling to keep his voice even. Yussa has learned useful phrases, especially when he realized some of the vendors he likes seem to speak it almost exclusively outside of transactions.
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Yussa's observation, breathless and stammered in a way he's not yet reduced him to before, makes him smile. He ghosts another kiss further up his thigh, a brush more of his beard than his lips.
"Then it was rude of me not to translate," he rumbles. "I said that if I can make you squirm like this on my fingers, you are going to writhe on my cock."
His fingers draw back and out. He rubs up through his folds once, grazing his clit and collecting more of his own spend, and presses them back in. A third is tucked alongside them, and Caleb looks on with a quiet hunger as Yussa's body again stretches to allow them in. He takes it slow again, knuckle by knuckle, but Yussa feels far more prepared this time--ready, eager for it.
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His hand tightens on Caleb's arm again and Yussa stills when he feels that stretch. It doesn't hurt or cause any real discomfort, but gods, he feels it. He beds his knee further and he moans as Caleb works his fingers deeper, slowly. It's maddening but also perfect - it gives his body time to adjust, to accept that full feeling and accommodate the penetration.
"I am starting to suspect... you may be right," he sighs. There's a smile in his voice and in the curve of his mouth. Soft, wet walls squeeze before relaxing again, yielding sweetly beneath Caleb's careful, gentle insistence. Yussa has to admire a man who knows what he's doing, and who pays such attention to his partner. Far too many rush. There is a reason he has not done this with a partner in some time.
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Between his legs, his cock is solidly half-mast, which is quite good for the time elapsed since his orgasm. Honestly, he just can't stop thinking about how Yussa's cunt is going to feel around him. It's very encouraging.
"You know, I do not speak any Elvish," he murmurs. It would be conversational if he weren't also leaning over Yussa's chest to start mouthing at his breasts again. "I could cast Tongues--" Here he gives a sharp suck on a nipple before releasing it just as quickly. "But I would rather hear your translation."
With a quirk of his lips and a tilt of his wrist, his fingers twist inside Yussa and press deep again--not just fucking him, but spreading him, getting him ready. He probably doesn't need much more, but Caleb would rather not risk hurting him, and he is enjoying this process thoroughly.
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"I remarked--" He takes a sharper breath. "On the fact that you are using your come to fuck me open."
He hadn't quite managed to say all that, but close enough. Yussa rocks his hips, trying to get closer when he feels Caleb's knuckles rub against him. His hand slides over the younger man's shoulder and up his neck until his fingers can sink into his hair. He doesn't try to direct just yet, only holds onto him.
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"That is what you wanted, isn't it?" he breathes hotly against Yussa's skin. He can feel his cunt tighten almost gently as he spreads his fingers apart and curls them just right against his tender walls.
His own breath grows more ragged as Yussa clutches at him, moving a hand into his hair. He kisses and sucks at his breasts like a devoted worshiper as he works his fingers into his cunt with focused intent, relishing the slick, lewd sound of each thrust and the easy rub of his knuckles in and out of his entrance.
With the other man bucking his hips to chase his fingers, Caleb's free hand strays from Yussa's body to his growing erection. A few rough, encouraging strokes is enough to make him pant. His cock is eager in the loose circle of his hand, pulsing quickly to near fullness as he feels the hot, tight squeeze around his fingers and anticipates replacing them.
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Yussa's eyes flutter open when he feels a shift on the bed, and it takes him just a moment to realize that Caleb is stroking himself. He isn't about to beg, but the thought briefly flickers through his mind and it is tempting. But Caleb wants this as badly as he does, Yussa doesn't think the younger man is inclined to make either of them wait.
That doesn't stop something that sounds more like a command from escaping him:
"I want you inside me, Caleb." The now is implied with the restrained urgency in his voice. "When I come again, it will be on your cock."
Because Yussa has no doubt that Caleb will coax at least one more orgasm from him tonight.
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Yussa's demand makes him twitch in his hand with how eager he is to fulfill it, how much those words turn him on. He has no desire to prolong this when they both so badly need the same thing.
"How do you want me?" He can feel the gravelly scrape of his voice in his throat. He takes such care sliding his fingers out, leaving Yussa empty. Using that hand to replace the one on his cock, he coats his shaft with the wetness clinging to his fingers. "Like this?"
His other hand is now free to guide Yussa's legs open further with a hand hooked under his knee, folding it back toward his chest to open him up. A small shuffle lets Caleb press the head of his cock to his stretched entrance. The hot, slick kiss of his cunt, so ready to open should he push even a little harder, draws out a soft whimper of a moan.
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His eyes nearly close as Caleb's cock brushes against him, hot and firm and enough to make him ache for it.
Yussa reaches to drag one of his smaller pillows closer, and he keeps his eyes on Caleb's face as he lifts his hips to stuff the pillow beneath the small of his back. It's been a while, but he does remember the comfort that gives - and that it may make this easier for Caleb, too. That done, he reaches down to brush his fingers over Caleb's slick cock and his breath catches at the feel of him.
"You've earned it," he purrs, trying to maintain some semblance of control when Yussa knows very well he may be about to lose it.
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If he's earned it, he'll take it. "Tell me if it is too much, or if it gets uncomfortable," he implores quietly, and puts the weight of his body behind his hips to begin pushing inside him.
The pillow beneath Yussa's hips makes the angle easy, and Caleb soon lets go of his cock to hold the elf's other leg instead, pulling it up against his own chest rather than pressing it down toward Yussa's. Shaking with the sheer intensity of it, Caleb feels only slight resistance as the head of his cock sinks past his entrance, made pliant with his careful attention.
Inside, Yussa is all wet, silken heat, still tight despite his preparation. His muscles provide more resistance as Caleb presses deeper, but not enough to be concerning when he's taking it as slow as he is. Stretching him open on his cock feels almost too good, all the clinging and squeezing as his cunt gradually accepts him. Before he is halfway in Caleb draws back with a groaned curse in Zemnian to repeat the motion, pulling out to push back in again. He gets a little further this time, and further still when he repeats it a third time, rocking slow but firm to bury all but a few inches.
"You feel so good," he hears himself gasp, barely above a heated whisper. "You feel so fucking good."
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The young man drags anther sound out of him as he pulls back, only to sink in again, coaxing Yussa's body to take him with more ease. He manages a quieter response on the third attempt. His leg tenses against Caleb's chest, but at no point does Yussa suggest any pain or discomfort, and certainly no desire for Caleb to stop. It takes the other man's voice to draw him out of his bodily focus and his golden eyes peer open again, dark with need and desire.
"Good," he murmurs. "Don't stop, Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches as he moves his hips minutely, trying to take Caleb a bit deeper.
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It's a little rough, a little desperate, but it's good. It has been so long since he got to have fun like this, and he knows Yussa hasn't been with anyone this way in a long time either.
Guiding the leg against his chest to a more comfortable position resting his heel against his shoulder, Caleb turns his head to press fervid kisses along the older man's calf to his ankle. Looking down, he can't help smiling around panting breaths, seeing Yussa hazy and spread out beneath him. He has a perfect view of his cock disappearing into his cunt, and with a hand now free, reaches down to rub his thumb around the slick, flushed rim that stretches around his length.
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He murmurs something in slurred Elvish, the latter half of it in Common: "--so deep, ah--"
His other leg presses tight against Caleb's side, trembling as he tries to meet every thrust. The pillow beneath his hips makes the younger man's angle of entry perfect. His cunt squeezes around him and the pleasure of being full makes Yussa feel ridiculously delirious.
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"So deep," he agrees, panting, with a full roll of his hips that buries his cock and drags a moan out of him. Gods, he feels incredible. "You look so perfect like this, Yussa." His thumb follows the edge of his stretched opening until he's rubbing his clit and resting his hand low over Yussa's smooth stomach. "I, ah--I love seeing you all spread out, taking me so well."
His own grasp on Common isn't the best at the moment either, his brain feels completely scrambled, but he wants to tell Yussa how beautiful he is badly enough to manage. But not for the first time tonight, he wishes he could speak Elvish. He has a feeling asking for a translation now might not get him the same results as it had earlier.
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Caleb's accent is heavy and the way it affects the quality of his voice is terribly attractive. Yussa bites his index finger but still whines as Caleb's thumb strokes over his clit, offering steady and direct attention. He can feel the sweet tension coiling in him as he's pushed toward his peak. Caleb has been so diligent with him and there is really no denying where this is going. His thighs tremble as he arches toward Caleb's touch and his cock: every stroke makes his hips move to chase that perfect friction until muscles tremble with the effort.
A ragged moan escapes him as he struggles not to get completely swept up yet. Not when they have both been waiting for this. It's difficult to resist his own rising pleasure, though. The crest is as inevitable as any tide.
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Caleb moans with the landing of each slap, with the constant pulling pressure of Yussa clamped down around him like a vise. His thumb rubbing his clit fast and hard makes him clench and spasm around Caleb. It makes him moan from behind the protective barrier of his hand, around the finger between his teeth. It makes him push back agaisnt him, toward him, with all he has, wanting it so much he trembles.
"Gods, look at you," Caleb rumbles, breathing heavily, squeezing Yussa's thigh harder. "Don't stop, schatz, show me how you like it. I want to watch you come," he encourages shamelessly. "I want to feel you come around me."
Caleb angles up a little more in an effort to hit Yussa's sweet spot, hoping to hear his moans turn louder, needier, to reward his own burning muscles, the tension he carries along his spine and heavy between his thighs and his belly.
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Gods, there's no resisting this. Yussa cries out and even with his teeth pressed against his finger, there's no quieting himself not really. Not with Caleb fucking him like that, adjusting him until the angle is just--it's so much. Every breath is edged with a moan and the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb and his cock - gods his cock - push him hard over the edge. His cunt flutters around the younger man, trying to milk him as Yussa comes.
The pleasure is perfect. He trembles beneath Caleb and he releases his finger before he truly hurts himself. He grabs for Caleb's arm instead, holding tight as the other man fucks him through it. Blunt, manicured nails dig against Caleb's arm and muscles tremble as that delicious feeling sweeps through him. His head falls back and his leg curls around the other man's back.
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Considerate but firm with his own need, he guides the slim brown thigh he's been holding around his waist as well so he can lean over Yussa and kiss him. The press of his mouth is hard and artless. He is panting too much to deepen the kiss, or even for it to last long. His head is full of nothing but how gorgeous Yussa looks, how incredible he feels fluttering around him, how much he loves how well his smaller elven form fits under him. How fucking lucky he is to be in this position at all.
"Yussa, Yussa," he moans, gravel rough, and kisses him again, brief but heated. His hips stutter, pushing in with a needy grind rather than longer, measured thrusts. Gods, he wants to come. He's going to come. It's just a matter of how, and he's rapidly losing control over that, too.
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Caleb's mouth collides into his with a hard, uncoordinated kiss. Yussa moans against his mouth, allowing Caleb to feel it as much as hear it. They don't stay like that for long, both panting too hard to make it last. Even as Yussa feels his strength fade, he tries to hold onto the man above him. His body wants so much to sink into the heaviness in his limbs. Not yet. He doesn't want Caleb to pull out and articulating that much has become difficult. Don't, he wants to whisper, but that's far too vague for proper instruction.
Yussa tries to be affirmative instead, panting "Yes-- yes!" until he loses the ability entirely. "Caleb--"
His legs tighten and his fingers leave half-moon circles where he grips too tightly.
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Caleb rolls his hips and fucks with a renewed certainty deep into his sweet wet heat. Even if he wanted to pull out, he would have to break Yussa's determined embrace around him. He isn't going to do that. His brow rests against Yussa's, their breath mingles, lips sliding together and apart in not quite kisses. He loses himself in the pleasure of soft walls clenching around his cock, Yussa's tight, perfect cunt trying to milk his orgasm out of him. He's hardly aware of the mumbled words spilling from him in a stream-of-consciousness combination of Common and Zemnian.
"Yussa, gods, you feel so good coming on my cock, I love making you feel good--fuck, you really want me to come inside, don't you? I am so close for you schatz, I'll fill you up like you want, you are so perfect--oh fuck--"
He pushes urgently into Yussa once, twice more before a cry tears from his chest and he lets go, spilling deep inside his lover's warm, welcoming body. Moaning softly, Caleb thrusts shallowly through his release, pressing fervid kisses up the side of Yussa's neck and along the ridge of his long, pointed ear.
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He allows himself to go weak after that, finally succumbing to the consuming, delicious feeling of post-orgasmic heaviness in his limbs. Yussa slumps to the bed, weakly holding on to Caleb as he pants for air. His white hair sticks to his damp brow and Yussa lays stretched out beneath the younger man in utter contentment. His golden eyes remain closed for a while and a secretive smile plays across his mouth when he recovers enough to be that expressive.
It's a while longer before he can lift a hand again to stroke over Caleb's bearded cheek.
"Good boy," he coos, managing to sound more pulled together than he feels.
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He feels the tension drain from the other man, and while Caleb is able to greedily gulp in air by the lungfull in an attempt to gain control of himself, he can't relax so completely. He has to keep himself braced against the bed so he won't simply collapse on top of him. But it is a small price to pay for the position he's found himself in. It feels like his veins flow with honey, warm and slow and sweet, and his head is stuffed with fine silk, cushioning his mind and letting him linger in this moment, pleasantly heavy and utterly fulfilled.
His lips brush the damp hair from Yussa's forehead. Then he is leaning into a gentle touch to his cheek, nuzzling into an elegant palm and pressing a bristly kiss to the inside of a delicate wrist. Yussa will be able to feel the way his breath stutters against his skin as his stomach gives a giddy little flip. He's figured out so quickly what he reacts to. Another kiss follows the first quickly, this one against the heel of his palm.
He doesn't think about getting up yet. He doesn't think about leaving before Yussa can ask him to go. He doesn't think about finding his clothes downstairs and putting them back on and making a solitary walk through the quiet streets of the Tangles back to his shitty apartment.
No, of course he thinks about it. He has to. But he can delay for a little longer, when each moment dragging into the next still brims with the kind of compelling intimacy that makes him never want to leave this bed.
"For you, ja," he rumbles. His hips lift to drag his cock slowly, reluctantly, from the divine grip of the elven wizard's cunt.
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He's appreciative that Caleb doesn't just collapse on him. The young man's tender kisses are endearing as they brush his hair and his cheek, his wrist and his palm. Yussa isn't of a mind to move at all, but eventually Caleb does pull out. That earns a soft whine, but no real protest. He relaxes back, feeling utterly empty after all the effort made to work him open.
He's quite sure he's a mess of both of them, and when he shifts he can feel some of Caleb's come spill out of him. Yussa can't even muster the somatics for Prestidigitation, so he'll have to take care of that later, when he can feel his legs again. He lolls his head to look at Caleb, golden eyes warm and soft and full of contentment as he looks over the younger man.
As he looks away again, a brighter smile lights his face, the sort that comes with utter relaxation and (several) very good orgasms. Yussa's pulse has finally slowed, though he's still catching his breath.
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"I wanted to tend to your needs," he says, echoing his own earlier words, low, quiet, and warm. "But you are an incredible man. I could not help wanting to be good for you. To give you everything you might desire."
He's rolled his still unsteady limbs less than gracefully onto the bed, laying on his side close enough to Yussa that their legs still tangle and he can easily lean over him to capture his lips in a lazy kiss, unable to resist the pull of that beautiful, relaxed grin. Yussa is radiant like this, soft and loose and well-fucked and happy, content to be dripping Caleb's come onto the bedsheets. He did that. He did that. The pleasure and relief and momentary peace of mind that brings him is absolutely priceless.
Caleb's hair, slightly mussed again, sticks to his skin too, flushed and hot, but gradually cooling. His muscles are going to be sore tomorrow, but he likes that. It will be like carrying this night with him, lingering in this warm feeling a little longer.
When his lips leave Yussa's and he collapses against the bed again, he smiles, wide and honest.
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"You've tended me well. I haven't felt this good in years."
For the first time since he's taken this position, Yussa's mind feels entirely quiet and his body is certainly exhausted - he may actually sleep tonight rather than trance. He lays there at Caleb's side for a while longer, eyes closed as his breathing finally grows more even. He knows that he should clean up before he passes out, and eventually he makes himself sit up. He presses a kiss to Caleb's shoulder in passing and runs his hand over the other man's arm before he slips from the bed.
Small, slender, and just a bit unsteady for the first few steps, Yussa uses the bedpost for balance before he plucks up a thin robe that does very little to obscure his shape once it's on. He's used magic to clean up so many times tonight that it feels only right to use water now. He doesn't have the energy for a full shower, but a damp cloth will do.
He catches himself in the mirror and he turns his head this way and that, as if a good fuck has made him look as well as feel younger. He rinses the cloth with hot water and returns to the bedroom. He drapes the warm, wet cloth over Caleb's stomach and plucks up a cup of cold tea from his nightstand for a sip.
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Eyes slipping open, Caleb watches him cross the room. He's so lovely, and if Caleb were not so exhausted already, he knows he would find the shape of his petite body in that slip of a robe a major turn on; as it is, he is mostly very endeared by how unsteady he is on his feet.
"Danke," Caleb mutters when he returns, picking up the warm, damp towel from his stomach to give himself a rudimentary wipe down that will tide him over until he can get in the shower at home. Sitting up, then forcing himself to stand, he finds his discarded smalls on the floor by the bed and steps back into them. The rest of his clothing is downstairs scattered around the couch.
Well, now is the time. That Yussa is drinking clearly hours old tea makes his lips twitch fondly, and it is with that lingering warmth that he says, "Thank you for tonight. I should get home, but I...I really cannot say how much I have enjoyed myself. It would be embarrassing if I tried." His eyes are filled with gentle humor. Yussa's positive assessment of him makes him daring enough to step close and lean down to kiss his cheek as a warm palm covers his hip. The fabric of his robe feels like water, smooth and cool.
But most daring of all is when he draws back and wonders tentatively, "May I, ah...Would it be okay if I left my phone number with you?" His brow furrows slightly and a little heat returns to his face.
It isn't often that Caleb deliberately puts himself in a position to be rejected outright rather than just tacitly, but this is worth the risk. If Yussa would prefer this to be a one time thing, that is perfectly fine. But Caleb is already a little desperate to see him again, and he must make that interest clear for there to be any chance of it happening.
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"I would like it if you did," he says warmly. "I should like to feel this good again."
He reaches up with his free hand to gently catch Caleb's chin, holding him still for a proper kiss, the taste of sweet spices lingering on his lips. His thumb brushes over Caleb's beard before he lets go again. He does feel briefly guilty that he's sending Caleb back downstairs in only his smalls, but. He'll at least enjoy the view as he leaves.
"Good night, Caleb."
He could escort Caleb down, but he's worn out and if he goes down, he may not come back up, and he would prefer not to sleep on the couch in his own house. Still, he lingers by the edge of his bed until the young man is gone, then sighs and sinks onto it. Gods, he doesn't suspect he will regret this but he will certainly feel it in the morning.
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That leaves him striding through the halls to get to his first classroom. The seminar room is smaller than most lecture halls, but still arranged like one with stadium seating to allow all students a clear view of the front of the room and the boards on three sides of it. It's a fair number of students for an advanced class: he has twenty on the roster, but he's quite sure the number will whittle down in the first few weeks and again at midterms.
There are soft murmurs before Yussa Errenis sweeps into the room just a minute after the class was scheduled to start. He does not apologize for being late, but he does set down the cup of tea he's had in his hand since he left his office, along with a file folder.
"This is special topics in advancing evocation - if that does not sound familiar, I suggest you leave quickly and find where you are meant to be," he says as he arranges his roster and another piece of paper on the desk in front of him. Only then does his gaze flick up and--
He meets a pair of very familiar blue eyes. There's the briefest flash of recognition, but nothing more as Yussa's attention drifts across the rest of the room.
A tentative hand raises elsewhere in the classroom and he acknowledges it with a lifted brow.
"Did you mean advanced evocation, Professor?"
Yussa's brow arches further.
"I said what I meant. And that will be the last time anyone questions my choice of words in this room."
The human student who asked sinks down in their chair as Yussa turns away to write on one of the boards.
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He knows he tends to get...overly focused on certain things and certain people too quickly, but it is far easier to acknowledge this flaw in himself than to actually mitigate it. So of course, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about Yussa. He said he wanted to see him again. He'd scrawled his name and phone number on a note pad by the couch after he dressed; hopefully Yussa has been able to find it. Though he knows he'll feel his phone vibrate in his pocket if he gets a text, he's been reflexively pulling it out to check his messages every fifteen minutes exactly this morning. Just in case.
But gods, that is pathetic, he knows it is. If Yussa is even awake yet, he has his own life, and he is probably not the type whose first priority is texting someone he'd just got done fucking less than twelve hours ago. Stay on task, Widogast. At least he manages to scrape some focus together by the time class actually starts.
Which is why it is all the more shocking when the man who has been on his mind all morning strides briskly into the room.
Just as Caleb is beginning to understand that the hot older wizard he hooked up with last night is apparently his hot evocation professor, he glances up, and their eyes meet. Though it lasts less than a second, it feels like a shock to his system. It feels like lightning down his spine, like his heart dropping into his stomach, mystifying and bewildering and more than a little absurd. But really, once those eyes move on and Caleb gets to actually think again, it isn't much of a stretch. He should have known this was a possibility. How many wizards of Yussa's caliber live in Rexxentrum and don't have some connection to the Academy?
Professor Y. Errenis, he remembers reading. Yussa Errenis. Of course.
Caleb's shoulders hunch a little further inward as he sinks an inch down into his seat. Fuck. No matter what, this ruins something he was really looking forward to. He doesn't want to drop this class. And as ridiculous as it might seem when it's been such a short time, he was hopeful about seeing Yussa again. Just not like this.
Still, he can't help noticing how good he looks today, and how ridiculously attractive he is as he effortlessly sets expectations and takes charge. Gods, even if he can stay in this class, if this is how it is going to be, he is fucked. He can't very well spend his time in this room for several hours several times a week thinking about bending his professor over that desk and eating him out just because he knows how good his cunt tastes and how he moans when he sucks his clit. He cannot sit here remembering how his words slurred in Elvish as his cock fucked him open, how his trembling legs squeezed tight around his waist to make sure he'd come inside him. He can't, or he's going to get hard right now looking at his professor, and that is not an option.
His best bet, he decides, is to follow Yussa's lead and do his absolute fucking best not to acknowledge that anything is amiss here at all. At least until class is over. They...should probably talk when class is over. They'll have to, won't they?
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Yussa turns then, plucking what looks like a piece of ice or white stone from an unseen pocket while his other hand makes a somatic gesture. He speaks quickly, and across the room - around a student who's chosen to sit away from the others, a five-foot sphere of freezing cloud appears--but the student who should be in the center of it remains unaffected, though they are wide-eyed.
"This includes how to protect someone who may be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
The cloud dissipates and Yussa sees he has the rapt attention of most of the room now. Good.
"Shall we begin?"
Given that it is the first day, Yussa's demonstration is the first and last exciting thing to happen by most standards. He covers, out of necessity, his expectations, his ground rules, and requirements for the course. He also takes time to get a measure of where everyone is in terms of experience, which fills the rest of the time. At the end, he assigns reading and announces that by the end of next week, he wants everyone to have chosen their first spell to work with.
He makes sure to catch Caleb's eye, sharing a meaningful look, before he dismisses class.
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It's almost enough to temper his nerves by the time class ends. Almost. Yussa catches his eye and his stomach flips all over again.
He takes his time packing up, giving the other students time to leave ahead of him. When he glances up to find that he is the only one left, he slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way down to Yussa at the front of the room.
Though he knows he has technically done nothing wrong, he is still embarrassed, and more than a little concerned about how this might go. His hands twist the strap of his bag. He is wearing his book harness again today, this time with the books, over a plain turtleneck and a flannel shirt that has seen better days, with khakis that fit loosely on his frame. His hair is gathered in a messy bun, and he is very aware of how long it's been since he shaved--not that Yussa seemed to mind that last night. Still, compared to Yussa, sharp and polished, he must look like a slob.
When he is near enough, he dares to meet Yussa's eye again. "I, ah...was not expecting to see you again quite so soon," he says sheepishly, smart enough to keep his voice down.
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There's the barest hint of a smile on Yussa's mouth and a brightness in his eyes that betrays his amusement. This has the potential to complicate things, given the nature of their previous introduction. It doesn't help that his attention flicks to the familiar book harness before he lifts his gaze to Caleb's face again.
"But it is my pleasure to see you again. Do you have another class to get to?" An invitation hangs unspoken, but he will not make it fully if Caleb has somewhere else he needs to be. Whatever his interest, he won't interrupt the younger man's day when the conversation can wait.
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Perhaps this won't be quite as uncomfortable as he feared. Yussa was kind to him last night, and it stands to reason that he would be so in this situation as well. Surely they will be able to reach an understanding.
"Not for several more hours." He lets himself feel a little hopeful, though the nerves persist. "I have plenty of time if you would like to, um...talk."
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Yussa collects his small file folder of papers from the desk and heads for the classroom door, left open by other students. He receives only a few acknowledgements from passing instructors or administrators - many people know him by name, far fewer know his face particularly well. That will change, of course, the longer he is here. But for now, it allows him a slight anonymity that he prefers.
His office is still somewhat sparse, though there are a few file boxes in a corner that need unpacking. The large window lets in sunlight most of the day and there are a few small crystals dangling on clear wire to catch the light, scattering prisms all over the room at the right hour. It is very much a room that belongs to someone still settling in.
"You may close the door. Tea?"
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Glancing around the room, he wonders what it will look like when Yussa is more settled in. Having been in his home and gotten a sense of his taste that way, he thinks he has a pretty good idea.
But tea apparently was a priority. Given the abandoned cups he'd noticed last night, this doesn't come as a surprise. It's...cute, honestly.
Posture still tense, he hovers near Yussa's desk--or maybe he should call him Professor Errenis? One of a few things he hopes will be clear by the end of this conversation.
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The flurry of energy calms as steam blows out of the spout of the kettle. He pours the hot water and leaves the cup near the box of tea and tray. He'll let Caleb fix it how he likes.
"Sit, please," he says with a gesture at one of the chairs. He intends to replace those as soon as he can, they look uncomfortable. For his part, rather than sitting behind the desk, Yussa leans back against it, remaining on the same side as Caleb.
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He waits for Yussa to say something. If they did something wrong, Ikithon had expected them not to speak until spoken to. And though he would like to speak now, though he can acknowledge with logic and observation that there is no reason for him to equate the two, his mind doesn't always follow reason when it comes to these things.
Rather than simply waiting in tense silence, he prepares tea for himself. He is grateful to have something to do with his hands, at least. Yussa has a remarkable selection even here, and Caleb chooses something green and flowery-smelling, a kind he doesn't normally drink, hoping that the taste of something brand new will help him get his head out of the past.
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"I found your number this morning," he says, by way of setting the subject at least. "I saved it on my way out the door."
Their position is more precarious now, and Yussa feels the weight of it, as he thinks he should. If Caleb is here, he is a promising student, and the last thing he wants is to stand in the way of that. And this is a position that Yussa has not found himself in for some time, not since he was a student.
He strokes his thumb along the lip of his cup.
"Our... context has clearly changed, and while my interest has not, I am aware that the power dynamic has shifted. I would not want you to feel that you are beholden to me in any way or that my assessment of you as a student will somehow depend on whatever we do or don't do outside of those roles."
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He has agency here. He can express his thoughts without fear of reprisal. Yussa is not an unreasonable man; he clearly cares, and he will listen.
There's a little hopeful thrill when Yussa says that his interest hasn't changed. Caleb's hasn't either. If anything, Yussa's candid acknowledgement of the shift in power and how that might impact Caleb has reassured him that his interest isn't misplaced. He liked Yussa last night, and he likes him even more now, once the initial shock has faded.
"You are still welcome to use that number, if you would like," Caleb offers. "Based on our interactions so far, I trust that you would be fair and unbiased about my work, whether we...see one another outside these roles or not." He lifts his tea to his lips without putting anything in it, and it is intensely grassy, with a bitter aftertaste. It certainly does help to clear his mind. "I am very interested in...you," he admits. "But I understand if that is too complicated. I am not sure if there is etiquette regarding personal connections of this sort, or what it might be."
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Until the end of term. That suddenly seems a long way away, but Yussa is patient and he is private by nature. He doesn't seen it being an obstacle for him. But, ultimately, the choice is Caleb's. Yussa will cede authority and power wherever he can to make up for the differential.
He presses his lips together, trying to suppress a smile when he sees the face Caleb makes after tasting the tea. He clears his throat to hide a laugh.
"Try it with honey," he suggests. "I find that eases the bitterness." Yussa pauses, consider his next words carefully. There are some things he cannot (or will not) control, and he should address his other concerns. "This trust goes both ways. While I certainly have no intention of abusing my authority, I trust that you will not try to ruin my reputation or career."
Caleb is old enough that some of the stigma of a student-teacher relationship is removed, but he is still a student. The blame would go to Yussa for encouraging this, regardless of the reality of the situation, should Caleb choose to make the right waves. While he would be content to disappear back to Nicodranas, he would prefer not to do so after having his name dragged through the mud.
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He does reach for the honey and add a generous dollop to his tea. The taste is much more tolerable once it's stirred in, and he gives a brief smile, grateful for the suggestion.
The reminder that he could also be in a position to potentially ruin Yussa's new position here, and his standing in general, clearly strikes a chord in Caleb. He shakes his head, frowning.
"I have no interest in making things difficult for you," he says seriously. "Truly, nothing appeals to me less than making accusations about someone who does not deserve it. It was a grueling and painful enough process trying to remove someone who was guilty of abuse. I have had enough of that circus for a lifetime."
The way the school and the Assembly had protected Ikithon for years hasn't left Caleb with a whole lot of confidence that he would be listened to anyway. But then, Ikithon had been entrenched in this institution; Yussa is an entirely new addition, and not even from the Empire besides. It is a delicate thing, but Yussa is right; this trust does go both ways.
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There's something coy there, a smile that's quickly hidden by a sip from his cup. That gives him some relief. He lowers his cup again, golden eyes still bright but his expression more placid.
"In that event..." He looks down and plucks a pen up from his desk. In an elegant hand, he writes something on a sticky note, then passes it to Caleb. A phone number. "I know you were perhaps hoping to avoid this, but I leave the ball in your court, as it were."
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The bright, flirtatious glint in his eye is dimmed a little when Yussa hands over his own number, putting the next step of this, whatever it is, in Caleb's hands. He is right, of course. He'd put this choice in Yussa's hands originally to take it out of his own, and perhaps avoid a little embarrassment due to his own over-eagerness. But they are a little past the point of embarrassment now. It takes him only a moment to memorize the sequence of digits before he tucks the note into his bag with a look of resignation.
"If you leave this to me, you will be getting a message today," he warns, while they're going for honesty.
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That, at least, is entirely true. Yussa had planned for a quiet dinner and perhaps some lesson planning, but he would welcome company for the evening. He finds Caleb agreeable so far, even if they do not know each other well. Something about the younger man's bearing, his way of moving through the world. Yussa is intrigued to know more about him, but that may take time, and for good reason.
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"I--ja, my evening is free also," he agrees. "Would you...like some company?"
Technically, he is making the first move. But Yussa has made it easy for him, for which he is immensely grateful.
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"I would enjoy that. Take some time, let me know when you wish to come by after your classes are through for the day."
He thinks it would be best if Caleb gets through his day first before making any extensive plans for the evening, but Yussa does find himself hoping that the young man will still be up to it.
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He sips at his tea again, thinking it would probably be rude to leave it unfinished after Yussa went to the trouble of offering it.
"I am also looking forward to knowing you better, Yussa. Very much." His smile is somewhere between earnest, bashful, and playful. They talk a little more before they have to go their separate ways--though not for long, Caleb hopes. It is a strange situation to be sure, but he finds that he is oddly grateful for it. He programs Yussa's number into his phone and texts it several hours later, when his last class is finished. After a short exchange, they agree to meet at Yussa's home at eight-thirty, after Yussa gets held up a little longer than anticipated. He mentions having drinks, and Caleb readily agrees.
Maybe it is a little too much effort, but Caleb changes his clothes before he goes over. If Yussa is going to invite him into his home, he can at the very least wear a shirt that doesn't have threadbare holes at the elbows and pants that actually fit him--for the portion of the evening he remains clothed, anyway. The warm light grey sweater and black jeans he saves for slightly nicer occasions are passable, he thinks.
Tonight he sees Yussa's kitchen, and he gets to impress him a little by making their first round of drinks: a bourbon, orange, and ginger cocktail that Yussa compliments immediately after the first sip.
They talk about Caleb's studies, his change in focus from evocation to transmutation, how he returned to the Academy only last year after a long absence to pursue an advanced degree, making him quite a bit older than most of his peers (the human ones, anyway). Yussa seems surprised and intrigued by how much Caleb has been able to learn in the intervening years through self-study alone. He wonders what he would think if he told him that he filled most of his spellbook in only a year, but keeps that to himself for the time being.
Helped along by a little booze, the conversation is easy and enjoyable, and Caleb very much enjoys Yussa's insights, his thoughtful questions, and his dry humor. Even if this was to be the extent of their evening, he would be fine with that--though with how much they've been flirting, he doesn't think that will be the case.
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By the time Caleb arrives, Yussa is still dressed in what he'd taught in earlier that day, save for one key difference: the black turtleneck he'd worn beneath the white blouse is gone. The simple binder he wore beneath it and his warm skin are quite evident beneath the thin fabric. And he finds himself quietly delighted when Caleb mixes the first round of drinks. He loves the warmth of the ginger, and between the cocktail and the company, he's in a far better mood before long.
He is fascinated by Caleb's apparent skill - self-study is not easy, and to be accepted into the program Caleb must have made his talent clear. Yussa itches to ask him more, but reserves some of his curiosity. He can parcel it out - he isn't interested in interrogating the younger wizard tonight.
Yussa makes the second round of drinks with rum, ginger beer (to stay on theme), and lime. His part of the conversation involves a bit of well-earned complaining about the last minute meeting that delayed his night, a little bit about how he got this job in the first place - or rather, how it was offered to him - and some about his time in Nicodranas. The story of the Open Quay is usually good for some amusement.
By the end of the second round, Yussa is feeling pleasantly warm, and he's ended up sitting much closer to Caleb on the couch. He is very handsome, somehow moreso now that Yussa's been able to see him in the daylight. Or perhaps it's his intelligence and dry wit that's added to the attraction.
When there's a natural lull in the conversation, Yussa says:
"Should we discuss... I don't know, boundaries? Expectations?" Perhaps he should have brought that up earlier. He's far more interested in kissing Caleb right now, but he feels he should at least make the attempt.
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Despite this morning surprise, Caleb is incredibly happy to be tipsy on his couch together, close enough that they could nearly be cuddling. In a moment of quiet, he considers finally putting his arm around Yussa properly, though that's interrupted when he speaks again.
"That is probably wise," he agrees, though the topic makes him nervous. He does have boundaries when it comes to sex that he needs to enforce for his own safety. But it is always expectations that ruin a thing like this. Admitting to wanting something the other does not tends to make things awkward. Caleb, who's found that he usually wants too much, has learned to just agree with whatever is on the table.
His second drink is nearly gone, so he finishes the rest with a long gulp and sets the empty glass aside. "So what do you want from me, Yussa?" he flirts, bracing an arm against the back of the couch to lean closer to the elf with a warm smile and a suggestively raised brow. He is not going to let this conversation sap away the good mood he's established, he decides.
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Yussa saw the brief flash of uncertainty or tension at the start of this conversation. Caleb has more nerves than he might have imagined last night. He'll try not to exacerbate them.
"I want you to be clear if there is anything you do not want. And I want you to be exceedingly clear when there is something you do want." There's a flash of wickedness in his grin. "Even if you must beg."
He doesn't think he's read Caleb wrong, not after what he's seen so far.
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"Ja," he agrees, a breathy husk to his voice that wasn't there before. His gaze can't seem to leave Yussa's face. "I can do that."
He wants to ask (beg, even) to kiss Yussa right now, but that would cut this conversation rather short. Which might not be such a bad thing, except that Yussa has asked him to be clear.
"I--I want to give you pleasure, primarily, even if it excludes my own. I want to earn your approval, and whatever you may see fit to reward me with should I do well. I enjoy praise, but only if it is deserved. I like to be told what to do. But I do not enjoy, um...when the goalposts shift midway, so to speak, or being set up to fail. I do not like being tied down to things, and I cannot do leather restraints at all, but other kinds are okay with pre-negotiation. I do like a little pain--pulling my hair, biting, scratching, slapping. I would probably enjoy more intense pain as well, on a case-by-case basis. Punishment is good, as long as I am allowed to make up for whatever displeased you. Teasing is welcome, and I like to be told what I am good for. You can be mean, but not, ah...cruel, if that makes sense?"
Red-faced, Caleb lays out his own desires and limits as well as he knows how to. There is probably more, but he feels like he has spoken so much already.
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He finally gives in and presses a kiss to Caleb's slightly parted lips.
"I do not enjoy setting up anyone to fail." Not if he is invested in him. "And while I think I might like being mean to you, I will never be cruel. I will bear all this in mind, but it remains my requirement that you speak up should anything be heading in a direction you do not want."
If Caleb is putting himself in Yussa's care, then honesty is the only way forward for both of them. He kisses Caleb again, aware that he will be the reason for the breakdown of the conversation at this rate. He breathes a soft sigh and it almost sounds like longing. He should hold up his end of this.
"I don't mind rough handling, may even encourage it if I am in the right mood," he says, still quite close. "But there is a difference between that and inflicting pain with no other purpose. I am not interested in the latter. There will be days when I have no interest or energy to wield authority once I am off the Academy grounds, I hope that will not be a disappointment. If it will be, we'll simply not make arrangements on those days."
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He thinks perhaps that will be all, because Yussa kisses him again, and Caleb allows himself to lean into it fully this time, sliding his arm down from the back of the couch to curl behind Yussa's back--but he pulls away again with a sigh that Caleb feels in his bones. Gods, he wants him. But that can wait, because Caleb wants to know Yussa's own limits as well. Gently, his hand rubs up and down in short motions against the small of the elven wizard's back as he explains.
That Yussa encourages rough handling ignites Caleb's interest in a way he hadn't expected it to. He's never had a lover so much smaller than him, and he hadn't imagined it would appeal to him particularly. Apparently he was wrong about that. Last night, having to stretch Yussa open so thoroughly for his cock was incredibly arousing. Caleb is average at best for a human man, but to Yussa he is big, and there is something undeniably appealing in that. It makes him feel just a little more special, a little more capable of giving Yussa what he wants. But pain is something he is very much not interested in inflicting, and he nods gratefully, glad that they are on the same page there.
While incorrect, that Yussa thinks it is possible he might only be interested in his ability to take control is understandable, given what Caleb has outlined so far. But he shakes his head at once when he voices the idea that seeing him on days that he does not feel up to that might be a disappointment. That could not be further from the truth.
"No, no," he assures quickly, "I certainly do not expect that from you every time we meet. I understand that it can be exhausting, especially if you are already tired. I would be happy to see you even without that dynamic in play." Lifting his hand to Yussa's face and brushing his thumb lightly along his cheekbone in an exceptionally tender gesture, Caleb offers a soft smile. "For example, I am enjoying your company now quite a lot."
Yussa had complained of his last-minute meeting draining his energy; Caleb sees no reason to make him do anything tonight except relax and feel good.
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"I think we've sorted things out for now," he murmurs against Caleb's mouth. "We can discuss more as it comes up."
That said, he kisses the younger man again and slides closer until he's nearly in Caleb's lap. After all he's learned so far, Caleb's mouth is utterly distracting and he realizes it may be best to blow off steam so that he doesn't think about it - even in passing - while they share a classroom. Yussa does not worry about keeping his interests separate, but having an outlet will make it easier still.
Yussa breaks the kiss somewhat abruptly, but he still doesn't pull away very far. Enough to allow both of them to speak.
"Do you have anything else to add?"
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"Nein, no," he breathes urgently, eyes sliding open and growing darker as heat builds under his skin. "We have covered the important things."
Boldly, his hand slides down Yussa's back to cup his ass. Caleb's head tilts and his mouth wanders away from Yussa's for just long enough to tease his earlobe with his tongue, then a light scrape of teeth.
"Though I should ask what you are up for tonight," he concedes. Long, gracefully tapered arcanist's fingers follow the curve of his ass down until they can dip between his legs and rub lightly over his cunt through his dark trousers. "Are you sore from yesterday at all?"
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"Some, but I so no reason why that should stop us," he murmurs, voice heavier as he moves his hands. One tries to get beneath Caleb's sweater while the other slides over the front of Caleb's jeans, wondering if the conversation excited him. "I will tell you if anything is too much."
Of that Caleb can always be sure. Yussa lifts his head to guide Caleb into another kiss, this one more demanding as his tongue sweeps into his lover's mouth.
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"Good," Caleb murmurs, though his accent is heavy enough that it sounds more like the Zemnian version of the word. "You were so eager for me to finish inside you last night that I intend to do it again."
In that low, playful declaration is a veiled question he should have asked sooner: is that still all right?
His fingers give another slow caress between Yussa's legs, this one with more deliberate pressure now that he knows Yussa is not tender enough for it to be a deterrent. Even through the layers of fabric he can feel the heat of the older man's cunt, it suddenly he desperately doesn't want either of them to be dressed any longer.
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His other hand drops down to join the first in working Caleb's pants open. Zipper, then fly, then his hand can slip beneath to palm his cock through his smalls. His thumb strokes against the hot flesh hidden by thin fabric and he breathes a soft sigh. Caleb might only be half hard, but Yussa does not doubt for a second his ability to encourage the younger man all the way there.
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Caleb's hands are hurried as he works open on the buttons at Yussa's waist, and as soon as he is able to, slips a hand inside and into his smalls to cup his cunt in his palm. Two fingers crook up and rub along his slit, spreading the slickness there as a hum of approval rumbles in Caleb's chest at how warm he feels.
"How many fingers should I give you first, hm?" he wonders, low and rough with want. "Are you open enough for two?"
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"Try it," he murmurs by way of encouragement, his accent heavier. He's excited, he was well-fucked last night, and after a couple of drinks he's feeling wonderfully relaxed - it might be possible. And if it's not, Yussa knows Caleb will take care of him. He's also finding he quite likes the way Caleb talks when he's feeling bold.
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"Oh, yes," he breathes. They sink in all the way to the last knuckle, cradled in his tight heat. He could barely fit one in first thing last night, and now he can curl and rub at his walls with two with barely any resistance. That he'd fucked him well enough last night for that--gods. His cock throbs under Yussa's hand. "Perfect. So perfect."
He can see nothing, working entirely behind the barrier of Yussa's clothing, so Caleb watches his face instead.
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There isn't much room for Caleb's hand to move, but it doesn't need to. Yussa rocks his hips and kisses Caleb again with a renewed urgency. He shifts, attempting to grind against the heel of Caleb's hand.
"Sweet thing," he whispers, voice tight. The caress of the other man's hand up his back is grounding. "I would let you have me here, but I think we both have earned a bed."
His couch is very comfortable, but his bed is even more so and they have more room there.
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As attractive as Caleb had found his intimidating professor this morning, he thinks he likes him this way even more, beautifully open and receptive. The man this morning was untouchable. This one is begging to be fucked, kissing him and grinding eagerly on his hand.
"I do want to properly undress you before we get carried away," he agrees, nudging his forehead to Yussa's. Showing the same care as when he'd pressed them inside, Caleb slowly eases his fingers from Yussa's cunt. They come out predictably wet, and he smears them over his clit, rubbing teasingly light before withdrawing his hand from the open front of Yussa's trousers entirely. "There we go," he murmurs.
If Yussa is at all unsteady when getting up, Caleb's arm is there behind his back to steady him.
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His bedroom is much the same as it was last night. The bed is made and there is a different nearly-empty mug on the nightstand. Yussa shrugs out of his blouse and tosses it over the armchair near the window - the teacups from the previous evening are gone. The trip upstairs gives Yussa a bit of time to clear his head, but gods, he looks forward to Caleb clouding it again. He's unbuttoning his trousers completely by the time Caleb catches up. The lights in the room are already on, bright enough to see by but low enough to create an atmosphere conducive to what they're about to do.
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Smiling mostly to himself, he pulls his sweater off over his head on his way over to the bed, followed by the thin teeshirt beneath. Both are left on the floor as he finishes the job Yussa had started downstairs and shucks his jeans as well, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull them down his legs. But he watches Yussa as he does this, and as soon as his hands are free, he reaches for him. His hands land on his lower back and skim down to his waist, where a playful but insistent pull guides him to stand between Caleb's spread knees. Pleased, Caleb presses a kiss to the soft brown skin right in front of his face, nuzzling against Yussa's stomach.
He is, truly, just happy to be here.
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And he's glad that he has. This feels good, and it's been far too long since he had a lover - a real one, not just a one-night affair here or there. Caleb interests him and his skill is undeniable. And he likes what they may be able to do for each other, with each other.
He finishes unfastening his trousers. With that done, they are loose enough for the fabric to fall down his hips to his thighs. He pushes at them, gives a brief little shimmy to get them to fall the rest of the way. Then Yussa tips Caleb's chin up so that he can press a kiss to the other man's mouth, full of warmth and promise.
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When he draws back, it's with a half dazed smile. The fingers stroking through his hair feel so good that he almost wants to just lean against Yussa and let that continue. But there is so much more he wants, and if last night is any indication, Yussa won't be able to keep himself from touching his hair no matter how they end up.
So he slides off his smallclothes without much ceremony, showing just how much talking and kissing and fingering Yussa in his lap and anticipation of more have effected him, and tries to draw Yussa along with another parting kiss. Tonight it's Caleb who moves invitingly to the center of the bed with a come-hither look, stretching out on his side and patting the space next to him. His cock is heavy and hot with arousal even if he isn't yet fully stiff, and since he isn't imposing the same rules on himself as he had last night, there is no reason he shouldn't reach down and give himself a few slow strokes, almost casual. It feels especially self-indulgent to touch himself while he knows Yussa is watching, while he can see Yussa watching.
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He smiles as Caleb draws away from him, easing further onto the bed and looking terribly tempting. Yussa slips out of his smalls before he slinks onto the bed. As soon as he's close enough, his hand slides over Caleb's where it's wrapped arounds his cock. He doesn't try to stop Caleb or guide the way he touches himself, just uses this as a way to participate as he leans in for another kiss.
There is excitement in this exploration - Caleb is already showing him a different side than the one he saw last night and Yussa wants to see more of it. His thumb rubs over the head of Caleb's cock and he gently bites his bottom lip before breaking the kiss.
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He can't believe he gets to do this a second time. More than that, even. Their conversation downstairs involved the intent for far more than that. A regular arrangement. Gods, Caleb is already too far gone. This man is going to become an obsession.
Resting their foreheads together and breathing the same warm, humid air, Caleb drags Yussa's hand with his in a slow stroke along his length, hot and full beneath their combined touch. "I cannot wait to be inside you again," he confesses in a gravelly murmur. "I would like it if you would keep touching me while I, ah...pick up where I left off with my fingers."
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"As you like," he murmurs. He moves to properly straddle Caleb's hips. "Far be it from me to leave you neglected."
He presses another kiss to Caleb's mouth, sighs against it as his hand moves. He coaxes Caleb to let go and immediately takes over for him, finding the same pace the younger man was keeping. If it means Caleb can touch him again, Yussa is more than happy to be of assistance. Besides, he enjoys the feel of his lover's cock, thrilled to feel Caleb's excitement in the throb against his palm.
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Sometimes he is very, very glad for his excellent memory.
Caleb doesn't need more of an invitation to push his hand between Yussa's legs, dragging two fingers from his wet opening to his swollen clit. They're so close together that his knuckles brush over his own tightly drawn balls, then the root of his cock. He breathes a soft, pleasantly startled noise, but isn't deterred from his task, which has the whole of his attention. He rubs flat circles with his fingers, spreading Yussa's slick around. The sound is already obscene, especially as Yussa's fluid glosses his folds, the crease of his thighs. There is something very satisfying about making a mess of such a powerful, put together man, and Caleb can't help humming with pride.
With slick fingers he nudges his folds aside to take the base of his hard clit between his thumb and index finger. Caleb gently massages him at the root, starting to lightly jerk him off and brushing the head with his thumb in the process, an echo of what Yussa had done to him.
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He breathes in sharply as the younger man rubs his cunt, spreading wetness and encouraging more. The slick sound is obscenely exciting. Yussa gives a small push of his hips, chasing the pressure of Caleb's hand while still trying to give the other man the freedom to do as he likes. His palm sweeps over the head of Caleb's cock, smearing the precome there and stroking it down his length. He feels thick in his hand, and he knows exactly how Caleb will feel inside him.
Slick fingers stroke his clit directly, drawing a soft, sharp cry from Yussa's lips. He whispers in Elvish and his hand falters on Caleb's cock as the rush of sensation distracts him. He's managed to keep his breathing even so far, but now it comes quicker as he tries to meet the rub of Caleb's fingers and thumb.
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Caleb switches from concentrated rubbing to light, slow strokes that just graze over heated skin, from Yussa's slick, stiff clit down to his twitching, silky smooth entrance.
"Gods," he breathes, looking up at him. "You are so wet."
The rough pads of his middle and ring fingers play over the opening of his cunt a few moments longer before something shifts low in his gut and he has to press them in, a little less careful than he had downstairs. Yussa is so much more aroused now, and he takes both fingers beautifully all the way to the last knuckle, until Caleb is holding his slick and sensitive sex in his cupped palm. The heel of his hand grinds against his clit as his fingers pump slowly into him.
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He feels like he could hit his peak like this and a soft, almost frustrated cry escapes him when Caleb's fingers move. His cunt throbs as the younger man rubs over his entrance, reminding him just how wet he is. Yussa moans with relief as Caleb's fingers push into him. He sinks lower, panting as they slide in as deep as they can. His hand is still on Caleb's cock, but it's stopped moving as Caleb cups his hand.
Golden eyes fall shut and Yussa starts moving. He tries to ride Caleb's fingers, tries to grind against the heel of his hand as his lover's fingers work in and out of him. Slick walls squeeze and throb around them and Yussa doesn't try to stop it when he feels the building tension in him break.
He moans, startled by the suddenness of his orgasm as it hits him hard. His entire body shivers.
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More quickly than Caleb expected, Yussa moans as orgasm rolls through him, clenching around his fingers as he rides it out. Rapt and thrilled at pulling a seemingly intense climax from him, Caleb keeps on rubbing them firmly in and out for as long as his quivering lasts, feeling intimately the difference in the tension Yussa carries before this release and after. His thumb continues to circle his nipple, putting enough pressure there to make such a sensitive spot ache sweetly.
He wants to be closer, to hold him, when he fucks him tonight. He wants to be closer now. With a wet noise he withdraws his fingers from Yussa's cunt and raises them to his lips, where he sucks them clean with an appreciative hum, smearing his mouth and chin with his slick palm in the process.
"Come lay down with me," he coaxes warmly. "I do not think you will need much more to make you ready tonight."
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He manages not to whine as Caleb pulls his fingers free. His eyes open in time to see Caleb licking and sucking his fingers clean and his cunt throbs in response. Yussa moves slowly and slides off to the side of the man beneath him. He manages to do so without seeming like he's just collapsing. His hand stays on the other man's cock, thumb stroking along the side of it before he gives another full stroke.
"Am I not ready now?" he asks with warm amusement. A little more, Caleb suggests. Yussa wonders what that looks like to his lover.
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"Ja, you seem very ready to me," he replies, low and warm. He slides an arm beneath Yussa around his waist to bring him closer as he turns onto his side facing him. Nuzzling into his neck, he leaves soft kisses to contrast the prickle of his beard. "I think it will be a bit of a stretch still, but doable." He imagines the other wizard might like that, even.
He loves the way Yussa's hand looks on him so much that he's loath to lose it, but he is eager to fill him more intimately. Caleb cradles his slim hips and does a little of the manhandling Yussa had encouraged earlier tonight, expending some effort to turn the other man onto his side as well and pull him back against his chest. His cock slots nicely against the curve of his ass, and Caleb can't help grinding against him as he feels a heady little thrill at accomplishing this small act of physical strength.
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Even if he's given permission - and encouraged - a bit of rough use, Yussa is still surprised when Caleb turns him and drags him close again. It doesn't hurt that he's nearly a foot shorter than the other man. He rocks back against Caleb when he feels the firm pressure of his cock against his ass. How can he not get a thrill from that when he can feel how much this man wants him?
Yussa reaches back to brush his hand over Caleb's cheek and his hair, not really attempting to hold onto him but wanting to touch him. He slides his leg back over Caleb's thigh, trying to open himself up more, to make it easier for his lover to get to his cunt when he decides he wants it.
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"You want it now? Just like this?" he rasps close to the elf's ear, kissing from the pointed tip down to the lobe. It takes only a tilt of his hips and a touch to guide his cock between Yussa's legs and in a slick thrust along his slit through the heat of his soaked folds. His breath is short, and before he can distract himself with rutting like this, he thumbs the head into place against his entrance and feels the soft, tempting give of his opening. Gods, yes. Finally.
His hand leaves his cock and smooths down the outside of Yussa's thigh, sliding beneath his knee to draw his leg up. Lightheaded with how close he is to pushing inside him, he holds it there, keeping him spread open.
"I have been thinking about fucking you since last night," he murmurs, accent heavy and honeyed. Since roughly this time yesterday. "I thought about it in class today. You were so tight and perfect, coming on my cock and needing me to fill you up. I can't wait to make you feel that good again, schatz."
Hooking his chin over Yussa's shoulder gives him a perfect view of his cock sinking slowly into his cunt. The flared head and the first several inches are surrounded by wet heat, stretched wide but relaxed from his recent orgasm. It feels like his cunt is trying to drag him in, fluttering and pulsing, and Caleb sighs Yussa's name. His fingers flex and tighten their hold beneath his lover's knee and his cock throbs, partway inside him and dripping precome that gets rubbed against clinging walls as he presses deeper.
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"During class? Tsk." He clicks his tongue, but the chiding doesn't sound particularly convincing, especially with the way his breath catches in his throat as Caleb finally sinks deeper. Yussa nearly whimpers as his body yields, accepting Caleb far easier than it had last night. "Caleb--"
He breathes in sharply, cutting himself off. He's not so far-gone that he will beg, but gods, he could get there. Yussa moves his hips, trying to sink down further on his lover's cock even as Caleb presses deeper. He feels a sharper throb of arousal when he realizes Caleb is watching everything over his shoulder. Yussa looks down at the places their bodies join and his other hand brushes over his stretched opening and the firm flesh of Caleb's cock.
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His unsteady breath gets a little louder, stuttering noticeably as Yussa feels out the place they're joined. Slender fingers trace over hot, sensitive, taut skin, and Caleb sees his cock give a stiff twitch, buried more than halfway inside him. They look good together; a contrast of golden brown and red-flushed, all wet and glistening, Yussa's cunt stretched wide at his entrance around the girth of his cock in a way that looks positively obscene to Caleb, but also satisfies some deep, vulgar craving he was previously unaware of.
"Fuck," he breathes, "you are so incredible." His hips give a sharper snap forward to bury the last of his length in the older man's soft heat, bottoming out as fully as he can in this position. He moans, low and rough, but gives neither of them time to rest. He savors the drag of his cock along supple walls that perfectly cradle him as he eases out just far enough to rub back in again with a deep, firm thrust.
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He likes the way Caleb sounds like this, breathless and husky and warm. Yussa lolls his head back, getting as close to the other man as he can and baring more of his neck to Caleb's attention. He's too focused on his own pleasure and on feeling the way Caleb's body reacts to his to comment on the younger wizard's impertinence. Later.
Yussa's hand leaves his stretched cunt and slides up his body to grip his breast, elegant fingers a bit rough as he plucks and teases a dark nipple. He murmurs something that might be praise, but it certainly isn't in Common.
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Holding the older man's leg securely up and out of the way, Caleb watches, mesmerized, as his cock drags in and out of the tight grip of his cunt with every roll of his hips against his ass. Yussa is a vision, fondling his own chest and speaking sweet-sounding words in a language Caleb doesn't know. He really will have to cast Tongues next time.
His pace is a far cry from slow and ponderous, but it isn't hurried either. Just measured enough that they can both enjoy the fullness and friction of each thrust. Caleb is driving himself a little out of his mind, admittedly, the drawn-out focused pleasure of it almost too good. Soft panting breaths warm Yussa's neck between kisses. The arm Caleb had slid beneath Yussa's waist earlier is a boon now, giving him a hand free to skim lightly down his stomach and brush fingertips so very gently over his clit, caressing the stiff shape of it where it swells out from his folds.
"I should learn Elvish," he murmurs dreamily, half to himself.
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But he knows now what is at his fingertips, and while there are many temptations he is capable of resisting, this one is proving difficult. Especially when the temptation is so eager to be had.
Yussa pants for breath, feeling too hot all over as Caleb's grip on his leg keeps him open and exposed. His hips jerk as his lover's fingers stroke over his clit, drawing a ragged moan from him. He grinds back against his lover as he meets the next firm thrust of his hips. He can feel his orgasm building with increasing urgency.
"You should," he gasps out. "Not--not everything will bend to a spell."
Comprehend Languages or Tongues will only get so far, or nowhere at all if there is any protection in place against such a spell. Yussa gives up speaking with the next slick stroke of Caleb's fingers
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"And you want me to know--mm, exactly what you are saying?" he breathes close to his ear, grazing the lobe with his teeth before sliding his lips along his jaw. Yussa's encouragement in this is, as with several other things Caleb has discovered in this bed, unexpectedly arousing.
The elven wizard's hips cant forward into the stroke of his fingers and back against the heavier thrust of his cock, instinctive and deeply alluring as he concentrates on the pressure welling up inside him. Caleb is attentive, fucking him soundly and taking plenty of his own pleasure in it, but focused on how Yussa moves against him, on what's making him feel good. Yussa's first orgasm was not long ago, and Caleb would love nothing more than to bring him to another so quickly.
With Yussa's insistence, his fingers smear more firmly and messily over his clit, everything slick and slippery. His cock fills his cunt with each firm grind in, rocks a little against his walls deep inside to enjoy it, and then pulls back, savoring the slide out in the same way. He could do it faster or harder, but it wouldn't feel indulgent and decadent like this does, like he's appreciating every tremor and flutter of Yussa's body around him and giving him the same back, focusing his rocking thrusts against the tender places that make him react that way.
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"Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches in his throat and all that comes out after is a heavy moan as the younger man's fingers rub against his clit, creating a sense of building tension. He can feel it low in his belly and in his cunt, punctuated by ever stroke of Caleb's cock inside him. When his orgasm finally hits, Yussa tenses and pulls against the hand holding his leg up. It's hardly intentional, a reaction dragged from him along with the pleasure that crashes through him.
He rides it out with Caleb fucking him at his own pace, neither demanding nor lazy. His cunt flutters and squeezes around his lover's cock, trying to milk it as shocks of bliss race over his nerves.
Yussa's chest heaves gently as he presses back against Caleb, trusting that the other man will move him if that is what he needs. It is taking all his effort not to simply go boneless in Caleb's arms.
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Despite a spectacular effort, Yussa's orgasm doesn't quite pull his own from him so quickly, and Caleb manages to slow as Yussa pushes back against him, trying to breathe again. Caleb lowers his bent leg gently back to the bed and curls both arms around his waist in a warm, solid embrace that drags the smaller man flush to his body. He buries his twitching cock deep in his still fluttering cunt, aching to come and eager to move.
"Can I keep going?" he asks in a low, breathless rush, "Or is that too much?"
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He lays against Caleb, eyes closed as the younger man wraps around him.
"Yes," he murmurs. "Yes, keep going."
Yussa feels boneless, and while another night he may demand Caleb wait until he is ready again, he will not do that now. He wants to feel Caleb come after all his effort.
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"Tell me," he murmurs, "if it gets uncomfortable."
He doesn't think Yussa would have a problem doing so, but the reminder is there; he doesn't want to continue if Yussa isn't enjoying this in some way.
Pulling out slowly, he gives a harder thrust back in and a quiet moan against Yussa's skin. He's noticed too that it feels even tighter inside him with his legs closed, and he knows for certain he won't last long like this.
Humming low, Caleb begins fucking him slowly but deeply, rocking their bodies together in a smooth rhythm. He holds Yussa against him by his waist and mouths sweetly at his neck. His lover's exhausted body molds to fit him, his back arching when Caleb pulls him in at the right angle, hip to hip. He groans as his cock slides home heavily into the cradle of his body. Yussa's tight cunt has allowed him in, and now it's grown clingy instead.
Arousal spiking in a warm, quick build, he breathes in the heady scent of sex and sweat on Yussa's skin and listens to the wet sound of his cock grinding deeper into his cunt than he's been yet, feeling like he's been allowed something almost illicit with this, shamelessly seeking his pleasure in Yussa's body when Yussa is fucked-out and pleased already.
"You want me to come inside like this?" he breathes, though he's gotten that confirmation already. But now he wants to feel him want it, while he's buried in him, close.
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His eyes close and his lips stay parted as Caleb grinds against him. His entire world narrows to this - it's perfect. It's been too long since he had a lover that felt so attuned to him.
"Yes," he gasps, giving his permission again as Caleb pants against his neck. "Yes, don't stop."
The next thrust makes his breath hiccup and Yussa reaches back to grip Caleb's hair, as if worried the younger man might pull away. He's quite certain they are past that point. He can feel Caleb's cock throb in him, no doubt desperate for release. Yussa won't deny him now.
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"I won't," he promises, panting against his neck. Gods, he couldn't. He wants this too badly, and every time Yussa encourages him, he wants it even more. "I won't stop until I have given you everything."
When Yussa gathers the strength to move only to reach back and bury his slim fingers in his hair, Caleb's cock pulses inside him, aroused by the connection as much as the sharp pull. He whispers his name, clutching him close and pulling him back into thrusts that become more uneven, more desperate.
Caleb wonders what Yussa would think about being woken like this; with his legs pressed together (or spread) and his thighs slick and Caleb's cock already rocking against those deep, deep parts of him. Waking to the rhythm of the bed and the hot breaths against his neck, to being clutched against Caleb's chest.
The thought, filthy and shameful, is enough to make his gut clench down, and he spills suddenly into Yussa's cunt, burying a too-loud groan in his shoulder. A half second later his hips jolt forward insistently to press himself in all the way. His cock throbs and throbs, and it takes a long time to finish coming. His mind is muddled, and everything is muted except for the man he holds against him. Caleb hears his every gasp.
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Gods, it's perfect.
He arches as Caleb pushes in hard and tries to muffle a moan against his shoulder. Yussa echoes the sound when he feels the younger man come, cock pulsing inside him. He slumps against the bed, fully boneless again and staying as he is by virtue of Caleb's hold on him and the ease of the position. All he can do is lay there, breathing hard as he comes down from the not-quite-orgasmic satisfaction that comes with knowing he's gotten his lover off. He can feel Caleb panting against his shoulder, skin damp with sweat. His fingers rub tiredly against Caleb's scalp before his hand falls completely, dropping back to the bed.
It's some time before he opens his eyes again, before he feels that his pulse and his breath have calmed enough to do anymore more than lay there. Yussa doesn't hurry to move, though, just smiles and says,
"I needed that."
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The lull as they lay together sweaty and spent is comfortable. It is the kind of ease and intimacy Caleb would expect only with someone he knows far better; certainly not a man he met yesterday night. Caleb is so careful about who he spends the occasional casual night with, who he dates, that he rarely does either of those things. So Yussa was already an exception. But nothing about this liaison has been what he expected, and so far only for the better. He can only hope that trend continues.
When Yussa finally stirs to speak, Caleb can hear the smile in his voice. He can't help smiling too, foolish and high on good sex and pleasing a man who should by all measures be miles out of his league. Yussa likes him enough to want more of this, to negotiate it with him specifically. Every time he thinks about that he feels slightly giddy.
"So did I, apparently," he agrees, and doesn't move either, except to kiss the back of Yussa's neck, then behind his ear. "I am glad it was what you wanted." There is no way it wouldn't be too much, wanting to hold him like this for the rest of the night. But he can dare small steps, maybe. His breath hitches before he asks, "Can I stay inside you a little longer?"
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Yussa takes another deep breath and lets it go with a contented huff as Caleb kisses his neck. He turns his head - Caleb is too close to properly see without one or the other moving more - and the request has another smile flickering to life.
"Hm. Yes, you can." The little catch in Caleb's breathing caught his attention and Yussa wonders if he had to work up to asking. That should be rewarded, he thinks. Caleb should be willing to ask for the things he needs or wants. He caresses Caleb's cheek before relaxing more into his position.
Yussa likes how it feels, too. He likes the how Caleb's cock feels buried in him, spent but not fully soft yet. He shifts his hips, just to feel the slight movement inside him. He's rarely so quick to allow people close to him, and if he is quick, the affairs are brief. But there is something about Caleb Widogast that makes him feel at ease, and makes him curious enough to continue this to see where it will go. That Caleb clearly also needs or deeply wants something out of this means they are on more equal footing.
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The shift of Yussa's hips pulls a sharp gasp from Caleb at the friction against his sensitive cock, still with enough stiffness to grind on. There is a flare of heat in his belly, but it prickles with an edge of discomfort, of too much too soon. Intense as it is, he doesn't dislike it. He buries his face in the crook of Yussa's neck again with a heavier breath, but doesn't complain. In fact, he thinks of offering to get Yussa off again like this, of how sweetly it would ache to have him clenching and moving around him.
It seems like the sort of thing Yussa might enjoy. That they might enjoy together. He takes a moment to wonder at how quickly he's developed a sense for what their mutual tastes might be.
"Are you wanting a little more?" he asks, a warm murmur that is clearly an offer. "If I am not mistaken, you liked my fingers here quite a bit earlier." A hand moves low enough on Yussa's stomach that his fingers could brush his clit if he let them. He'd liked his fingers there too, the thrill of feeling him swell to fullness and stroking him until he couldn't help fucking into his hand.
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Yussa considers, tries to be mindful of his own body beyond that spike of excitement, but--that sounds perfect. His hand slides down Caleb's arm until it covers the one on his stomach. He applies enough pressure to guide it lower. How well they are getting to know each other.
"Start slow," he says in answer. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "And make sure your fingers are wet."
As if that's really going to be an issue.
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"Ja," Caleb breathes, "not a problem." His stomach is tying itself in delightful knots, and Yussa's smirk is no small part of that.
Earlier he was holding Yussa's leg up to keep him open, but now he nudges a knee between his thighs to give his fingers enough room to maneuver. He traces Yussa's opening gently, feeling a shivering tremor when he inevitably brushes his own cock as well. It is easy to wet his fingers with what has seeped out of Yussa's cunt around his partially softened erection, very aware that he is slicking up his lover's clit with his own spend, just as he'd fucked him open with it last night. He spreads it in a gentle circle, but once things are nicely slippery, he lets up on the direct contact and spreads two fingers on either side. A slow rub up and down with firm pressure avoids touching the most sensitive areas directly, but coaxes attention there.
Already he knows he isn't going to be able to stifle the pathetic noises he'll make when Yussa starts reacting, but that is part of his reason for doing this; Yussa doesn't have to do anything at all to have that power and sway over him.
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He tries not to squirm against Caleb, instead relaxing into his lover as the younger man starts to work him up again.
"Good," he sighs, offering praise. He his hand slides up Caleb's arms, lightly caressing. A tremor runs through him as Caleb coaxes him back to full arousal. They haven't fucked quite enough that he's feeling over sensitive yet, but he's certainly feeling more susceptible.
"Talk to me," he murmurs. "I like to hear you."
He almost doesn't care if it all comes out in Zemnian. He can read tone well enough.
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In contrast, Yussa's praise and his gentle touch, especially across his scarred forearms, makes him shiver. Of all the requests he might make, Caleb isn't expecting to be asked to speak. The compliment--that Yussa likes to hear him, enjoys his voice that much--strikes him as unexpectedly sweet. He's never been asked to do that in bed. He can say what comes to mind unprompted, but put on the spot he is suddenly drawing a blank. But he doesn't want to disappoint. Maybe he should start with observations and see where that leads.
"You are so warm," he murmurs, low and rasping with the weight of his accent. He'd considered Zemnian, but chooses Common because he wants to be understood, though that may be a mistake if this becomes just stream-of-consciousness babbling. The words ghost across Yussa's shoulder as he angles his chin to look down, to see what he's doing between their legs with the slow rub of his fingers, the pressure growing tighter as his fingers draw closer. "Here especially. So hot and hard against my fingers. I miss feeling it on my tongue. My mouth would be on you already if I did not want to keep you full of my cock tonight."
Ah, that's it. He just has to be brazenly honest.
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"Is this how it will be?" he asks with a sound that is almost a laugh, but it's too breathy. "I'll master you by day, and you me by night?"
Oh, he certainly expects it to be more balanced than that - he has every intention of mastering Caleb by night, as well. But this is talk, and he's already enjoying it. Surely this is just anther way to encourage... developing creativity. And he quite enjoys the fantasy they can build every time they do this.
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"I think it is only fair." He's a little breathless, his gut alight with arousal potent enough to make his spent cock give a weak, reluctant throb where it's retained a little fullness held in the perfect soft embrace of the other man's body. "Don't you?"
His fingers slide up together to pinch his clit between them, stroking slow and slick just above the swollen, sensitive tip. "Though we could swap every now and then. I could find time to visit your office on a day off and master you there while the sun is high."
It is a bit of a daring thing to interject, but doesn't seem out of place with some of their banter so far. This is only a fantasy. If Yussa doesn't like the direction he takes, he can always guide it elsewhere, and Caleb will follow along.
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"If my colleagues continue to be so onerous, I may welcome you to do just that."
The thought of a little stress relief mid-day - or of being seduced in his office by a rather brazen, capable young man - is something he will certainly carry with him the next time he is at his desk. He can imagine it not unlike this: Caleb's body and breath warm against his back and neck, his expert fingers working displaying all the skill and subtlety of practice. The promise of his cock filling him to sweep away the cobwebs of a long day or inane faculty meeting.
Perhaps this kind of talk will make the separation of their professional and personal encounters more difficult, more blurred, but Yussa has faith in their mutual determination and, hopefully, mutual respect for each other's reputations and needs. So with that foundation, he can fantasize as much as he likes.
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His lips find Yussa's cheek, discovering the warmth of a flush there to match his own. He can't help smiling as he thinks of Yussa's frustration at dealing with onerous colleagues.
"I could give you something to look forward to," he muses aloud, doing his best to sound more unaffected than he feels. It helps that he has guessed correctly about this subject not being off limits when it comes to lurid imaginings. Slipping into Yussa's office midday to offer him a small respite is a rather appealing fantasy. "You would barely need to undress for me to touch you like this."
The pads of his fingers roll up and back over his clit, still unhurried. There is no rush. He's building Yussa's pleasure by prolonging it. "Would you want me to fuck you there, against your desk? Or would you prefer just my fingers?"
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He can imagine it, vividly. Leaning against his desk with Caleb pressed against him, a hand pushed between his thighs or their trousers around their knees with Caleb pushing into him. Yussa hasn't had to deal directly with colleagues with such frequency in a long time, and it is quickly reminding him why he's worked alone for so long. But he has faith Caleb could make him forget about it for a little while.
He shivers and he cannot help a moan. He's getting closer to trying to fuck himself as he moves. Yussa has no doubt this is effecting Caleb just as much now given the way the younger man whimpers and sighs against his shoulder.
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He gives him a taste of that relief when his strokes get longer, finally rubbing all the way up and over the sensitive and swollen tip of his clit consistently. Gods, he loves the silky heat of him, the contrast between hard and soft.
With the arm beneath Yussa, it is very easy for Caleb to reach for a small breast and knead it, pinching the dark brown nipple between thumb and forefinger. His breath grows increasingly heavy as his cock does the same inside Yussa.
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He shifts as he tries to slide his leg over Caleb's to open himself more. His chest heaves gently as he pants for breath and slick walls squeeze around Caleb's cock as it gets harder. Yussa moves his hips, trying to fuck himself even as he works to meet every stroke of his lover's fingers.
"Faster, please," he gasps as his pleasure mounts, pushing him toward his peak. If Caleb does not want him to finish like this, he'll have to consider his options quickly.
A trembling hand slides down Caleb's arm and past his fingers to rub over the inch or so near the base of his cock that isn't fully buried in him.
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"I am sorry, schatz," he pants as his pace slows rather than speeds up. "I would love to do as you ask, but I need you to stay with me." The reason for that should be obvious. His hips jerk forward as Yussa fucks back against him, and his cock shifts inside him in a shallow thrust that makes pleasure pool hotly in his stomach. "Since we are in bed, not at your office, I am going to draw it out tonight."
With an apologetic kiss to his neck, his hand leaves Yussa's clit entirely, instead helping him to get his leg hooked securely up over his own. "Is that all right?" he asks.
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Yussa sags against his lover, panting softly as Caleb helps him move his leg. He knows he could demand that Caleb get him off. He could stroke himself off, but that isn't the game. His cunt bears down around the cock buried inside him and at first all he can do is nod his answer.
"Y-yes," he manages after a moment. Gods, he feels so wet and he is aching to come, but he wants to see how this plays out.
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"Thank you," he murmurs, and kisses the shell of his ear. "I promise to make it worth the wait." The least he can do in apology for delaying his orgasm is make it a very good one.
With Yussa's leg secure over his own, Caleb holds him tight around the middle and rolls them both, much easier this time since he is only rolling onto his back and taking Yussa with him. He breathes in sharply when his cock shifts inside him in the process, but they remain connected. Somehow he seems even smaller laying on top of him, and he isn't very heavy. Caleb guides the back of Yussa's head to rest against his shoulder with gentle hands, stroking lightly through his mussed white hair, then tracing fingertips down his face, his neck, over his shoulders and collarbones to his pert little breasts. His hands cup them with room to spare, firm without being rough as he massages soft, tender flesh.
Caleb bends his knees to brace his feet against the bed, spreading them apart for stability and forcing Yussa's legs to spread open even wider around them. It is a breathtaking view, one they share. He begins to rock up into his elven lover slowly, movements reserved, both testing the position and his own sensitivity. His cock throbs eagerly, fucking with ease in and out of Yussa's slick, receptive cunt. But there is still a sharpness behind it that makes Caleb certain that going any faster this soon would be too much for him.
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He tries to relax on the other man's chest, head resting on his shoulder as calloused hands slide through his hair and down his neck, over his chest. He moves his hips, squirming on top of Caleb as he cups and massages and makes him very aware of his breasts in a way that excites him. A soft sound rises in his throat as Caleb spreads him open and starts to fuck him this way. Gods, he does not regret this choice in this man.
He arches his back, trying to adjust the angle of his hips as Caleb's cock sinks into him. Yussa feels too warm and his heart is beating fast, trapped on this edge where his younger lover intends to keep him for a while. He feels desperately exposed like this and he can't help but look down to see the place their bodies join. Caleb spreads his cunt open and he groans weakly as he drops his head back against the other man's shoulder.
It's more of a struggle than he thought it'd be to keep from making demands.
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His lips trace the long line of his ear as he rocks up into him at a steady pace, rough hands fondling his breasts and gently tugging at his nipples to encourage the way his hips squirm. It feels good to chase him with every thrust, to insistently press his cock in deep even when Yussa shifts the angle.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs breathlessly, digging his heels into the bed and watching his cock, shiny with Yussa's wetness, fill his cunt over and over. "I was only intending to get you off, not fuck you, but being inside you is too good." He continues in Zemnian, low and warm, stilted between heavy breaths and quiet moans. Until: "Tell me to touch you again and I will. But I will continue until I am finished, even if you come well before that."
This is as much a part of the fantasy as their discussion about fucking in Yussa's office. Of course he'll stop if he's asked, or if he even suspects that Yussa is uncomfortable. But letting Yussa make the choice to have or delay his own fulfillment, weighing his need against how long Caleb might last, is a delicious idea.
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Yussa presses a hand to the bed in an attempt to steady himself as he tries to move to meet every thrust. His voice is lost beneath Caleb's, echoing his pleasure breathlessly. His entire body shivers when the other man makes his proposal.
"Touch me," he manages, determined to keep his voice steady even as Caleb gives a firm thrust into him. Yussa's other hand moves to cover one of Caleb's, attempting to guide it down his body. "Make me come and you can finish however you like."
He thinks that's more than a fair trade.
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"As you say," he agrees simply, and allows Yussa's hand to lead his back to where he wants it. As his fingers press lightly to the slippery, swollen bud of his clit and rub in a delicate circle, he thinks he might be nearly as eager as Yussa to return to this. He can make him feel so much with the smallest movements, and he enjoys experimenting with pressure and speed and angle, with indirect and direct touch. He loves feeling the tender heat of him, the evidence of Yussa's arousal.
The other hand leaves his breast with a parting squeeze and slides down to grip his hip, steadying him as his slowed thrusts pick up again. He challenges himself to a little more speed, though there is an ache in his muscles from his taut stomach to his thighs from the effort already. But pleasure floods him, seeping through his body from where he is spreading Yussa open, and he chases it.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, breathless and eager. His beard scrapes the soft skin behind Yussa's ear when he trails kisses there.
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Yussa moans, voice heavy as Caleb's fingers stroke him again. It does not surprise him how quickly the younger man finds a pace and pressure and pattern that has him moving restlessly to meet it. Tension builds in him and his thighs tremble as he rides that edge. It takes so little to work him back up to the peak Caleb had him at before.
"Yes--yes--" His fingers curl, gripping the blankets tighter as Caleb makes an effort to move harder, faster, without giving up their position. Yussa closes his eyes and he cannot help a whimper as his lover's bearded chin and soft lips brush over the delicate shell of his ear, sending a cascade of chills down his back.
He'll come like this and he knows it won't take much longer, not with the teasing he's endured til now, the delay of his release and now the promise of satisfaction. His cunt squeezes around Caleb's cock when the tension in him finally snaps. Yussa arches his back to drive his hips down, grinding urgently against Caleb's fingers as pleasure pulses through him.
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With a soft grunt, Caleb pushes up to meet the needy grind of his hips, slowing his pace considerably to give his own body a rest as Yussa climaxes around him. Every squeeze around his cock, now rocking slow and deep inside his older lover, sends a warm little shudder through Caleb's body, his heavy breathing interspersed with soft gasps. His fingers do their work, drawing the other man's peak out for as long as he can, but easing back before that extension becomes unpleasant.
Three, he thinks. He'd gotten Yussa to three orgasms last night. He can't help wondering if pushing for four tonight would be too much.
They will have to change to another position for him, at least. As much as he likes this one, he doesn't have the strength to maintain it for long. He takes a moment to catch his breath just as Yussa does.
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Yussa comes down slowly, his body soon going weak on top of Caleb's. He lays against the other man, panting for breath as a lazy smile blossoms across his face.
His hand runs over Caleb's arm, absently tracing the lines of muscle beneath warm skin. Seconds, maybe minutes tick by as he listens to the sound of their breathing. He can feel the rise and fall of Caleb's chest beneath his back. Eventually, his hand leaves Caleb's arm and drifts lower, until his fingers can brush over the base of his cock.
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The jolt that goes through his body when those delicate fingers skim the base of his cock makes him gasp again, arms tightening for a moment around the other wizard's waist. His hips lift enough to move inside him, then drop back to the bed again a moment later as Caleb groans. The friction feels good, and he wants to pursue that spark, but his muscles are sore.
"We need to move again," he murmurs. "Probably not as smoothly this time. I think you will have to slide off first."
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Bereft of his lover's cock, Yussa feels terribly empty and he cannot help but look over at the younger man. Gods, but he looks perfect laying there, flushed and aroused with the sheen of Yussa's wetness on his cock. He looks obscene, and Yussa can feel warmth flutter through him just at the sight.
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He allows a moment for another deep breath before he turns slowly onto his side facing the older wizard and finds that arresting golden gaze on him already. That alone sends a pleasant shiver up his spine. Flushed and smiling a crooked little smile, Caleb lifts a hand to push loose hair back from his face, then reaches out to Yussa to do the same for him, though his fingers linger with far more fondness. They trail down his face to his jaw, then slide beneath his chin as he leans in for a warm kiss, bringing their bodies close again, though not in a position to enter him yet.
"I miss being inside you already," he admits. Between them, his wet cock leaves a slick streak where it brushes Yussa's stomach. "You are not too sensitive to continue?" He asks despite his previous playful ultimatum, because he doesn't want it if Yussa won't enjoy it, and there are other ways for him to get off.
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His smile reappears the moment they part enough to speak. He can feel the firm heat of Caleb's cock against his stomach and he leans in for another kiss before giving a proper answer.
"We can continue," he murmurs as his thumb brushes beneath Caleb's bottom lip. "I believe I told you to use me how you like, and I do not intend to deny you now."
He's as eager as Caleb is, not so sensitive yet that it would cause any discomfort.
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"Very generous," he murmurs. "I will do just that, then."
As he sees it, Yussa is being crystal clear about what he wants, and it is for Caleb to have his way with him. Hard and aching to be back inside him, Caleb doesn't think he will find this expectation very difficult to meet.
But he does have to choose a position that will be less strenuous to maintain, this time. Luckily, one of the easiest for him is also exactly what he wants right now. He leans into another kiss in the same motion that he moves over Yussa, guiding the archmage onto his back. He doesn't get between his legs, but reaches for a pillow to slide beneath his hips when he straightens up. It is almost too easy to lift Yussa's legs, pressed together rather than apart, and rest his ankles against his shoulder. An arm curls around his thighs for support, and with his other hand Caleb guides his cock to his entrance, slick and eager to admit him.
Pushing back into his cunt with an insistent thrust is nearly euphoric. His cock parts tightly clenched walls, gliding easily with the help of Yussa's arousal and his own seed. This position gets him deeper than he's been all night, and when he watches that last inch of his cock slot in neatly, he can't help a satisfied moan. The arm around Yussa's thighs tightens, squeezing them together harder as he begins to rock back and plunge in again, making an already snug fit that much closer.
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But then Caleb gathers his legs together, guiding both of them up against his shoulder. His golden eyes widen briefly and his lips part with a sharp breath as his lover guides his cock back into him. Even as wet and well-tended as he is, the position makes him feel tighter as Caleb pushes deep. Yussa's toes curl and he presses his legs tighter together even as Caleb's arm squeezes around his thighs.
Yussa moans, soft and startled as Caleb begins to move, building a rhythm that makes heat throb through him.
"Oh--"
His head drops back and he whimpers his pleasure in Elvish.
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"Du magst es so," he observes breathlessly, a hot flush high in his face and staining his skin red all the way down his body. His other hand spans over Yussa's hip, clutching hard to keep his smaller body from rocking or shifting as he does as asked, using him exactly as he likes. His gaze is heavy and dark as it roves hungrily over the man beneath him. He is stunning like this, taking what Caleb gives him and seeming more than a little overwhelmed by his own enjoyment of it. Caleb can relate.
He wants to capture his lips again, to sweep his tongue deep into his mouth while his cock spears deep into his body, but that would mean folding Yussa nearly in half, and he is putting the man through enough already. But he can press warm, distracted kisses to his calf, his knee, his thigh with just a tilt of his head. He is elated to feel the promise of an orgasm building at last, sinking into the give and take of pressure and sensation and the building tension in his cock.
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Yussa pants for breath and his hand drops to cover the one holding onto his hip. The color in his cheeks deepens as Caleb's lips trail kisses up his leg. The muscles flex beneath the other man's touch and Yussa tries not to writhe as Caleb fucks deep into him.
"That's it," he whispers breathless encouragement in heavily accented Common. "Give me everything. Caleb--"
His voice catches on a moan as his cunt tightens around the other man, making Yussa urgently aware of how every thrust spreads him open.
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Caleb groans in sympathy, too tight in his own skin with a sweetness that almost feels like pain as he clutches Yussa against him, feeling his thighs flex and his cunt bear down around him. He is reeling, light-headed. His stomach tenses with each roll of his hips, and he can feel tension coiling in him, hot and aching, but a relief. He's worked himself up to this, pushed through oversensitivity, and the need to come is so much more intense this second time.
The tension swells, implacable, rolling low in his belly. His pace picks up as that need turns sharper, head bowed and lips parted to gasp at the electricity spreading through his body, a gradually building until it isn't gradual at all. The heat and pressure around him is suddenly overwhelming. The moment he comes is peak of tension, and it steals his breath from him before it dissipates in a release so intense it leaves him shaking. His cock jerks and he gasps, spilling for long, breathless seconds, hips rocking mindlessly.
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He cries out softly as Caleb finds his release. He tries to draw his legs up, but he is quite trapped by the way the other man holds onto him and leans into him. He swears he can feel the throb of Caleb's cock as he comes, emptying in him after patient denial.
He slumps back, flushed and trembling and pinned in place as he rides the pleasure rippling through him. White hair clings to his face and Yussa's hands drop weakly to the bed. As the tension leaves his body, Caleb may find it even easier to fold him in half.
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Shuddering, Caleb tucks his face into Yussa's neck. As the rush of pleasure fades, fatigue leaves a sweet heat in the muscles of his back and thighs and abs. The cost of leaving Yussa so well-fucked that his cunt is still fluttering around him, so perfectly drawing out the last of his orgasm. He manages a final indulgent roll of his hips while his spent cock still maintains some stiffness, enjoying the soft drag of Yussa's clinging walls while he can, knowing that he will have to pull out soon. Staying inside him will not feel so nice as it did the first time.
He breathes heavily, decides it would be best to get it over with while he can still move, and slowly drags his cock from Yussa's passage with a groan. He can feel the spend that spills out with it, which is satisfyingly lewd after filling him twice tonight.
"Too heavy?" he rasps, thickly Zemnian-accented. He can...maybe roll off if Yussa says yes.
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There's the softest grunt of protest when Caleb finally pulls out, but it is more for the loss of closeness than anything else. He regains that soon enough as Caleb settles against him. Elegant fingers stroke into the younger man's hair and Yussa turns his head to brush a lazy kiss to Caleb's temple.
"No," he answers quietly. "No, not yet."
Caleb can stay as he is for a while longer. Yussa closes his eyes and lays back, his body still at a slight angle with the pillow beneath his hips. It isn't uncomfortable. His body feels heavy and sated, and this is certainly worth the inane meeting he had to endure to get here tonight.
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Gods, if this is night two, he is very much looking forward to what they will be able to do to each other in the future. The connection both tonight and last night has been unparalleled. Who is this man? And how is he so perfectly Caleb's match?
He breathes a heavy, happy sigh as Yussa's lovely fingers comb through his hair, as soft lips press against his temple. Their sexual compatibility would be remarkable enough. But that Yussa is also gentle with him, unafraid to show affection to a man who has been in his bed twice and his classroom once, is what really seals it. One thing Caleb has learned from past trysts is that he is happiest when it feels like something genuine. Sex for its own sake is fine, but he is always seeking a deeper connection, and is never quite satisfied unless he finds it.
Just as he had last night, he knows that he should depart before his presence becomes superfluous. But they are both still basking in the afterglow, and Yussa seems inclined to indulge in that with him for at least a little while longer.
He doesn't need to move much to ease the pillow out from beneath Yussa's hips, letting him lay flat on the bed. Caleb remains mostly on top of him still, though he at least swings a leg over one of Yussa's so that he can shift easily to rest most of his weight on the bed rather than on his smaller lover when Yussa does decide that he's become too much. But Caleb knows how nice it can be, how relaxing even, to be covered for a little while by a bigger, heavier body.
Though he knows he could fall asleep here, Caleb makes an effort to keep his mind alert in order to avoid that. He consciously traces runes over Yussa's skin as his hand rubs soothingly back and forth along his side, and he counts Yussa's breaths rather than the ticking seconds, unconsciously matching his own to the same rhythm as he does.
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But if Caleb is interested in working around that and in keeping those spheres of their lives as separate as possible, Yussa is willing to continue taking this chance.
He can feel the patterns Caleb is tracing over his skin and it doesn't take him long at all to realize what they are. With a faint smirk, he names a few of them as Caleb goes, his voice soft and heavy in his contentment.
"What is your schedule tomorrow?"
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"Transmutation lab from noon to four," he murmurs in answer. "And I reserved a practice room for a few hours after."
He doesn't say that it's to test possibilities for the project he'll be working on for Yussa's class, but it is. The practice rooms are actually permanently fixed demiplanes, which gives students a safe place to cast spells that would be dangerous or disruptive. Naturally, they see a lot of use by evocation specialists and those taking evocation classes.
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Yussa is perfectly capable of being a morning person - sometimes a very early morning person - but he quite likes the idea of a leisurely start to the day with Caleb. Time for coffee, perhaps a light breakfast, and no rush to get to the Academy for either of them.
"I do not teach tomorrow, but I will be in my office."
With the first impression he's given, Yussa has no idea if he will have students tentatively stopping by or if they will avoid him for a few weeks until they realize just how helpful he is willing to be. All they need do is ask.
But that is something they will have to discover on their own.