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."
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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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