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:
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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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