Yussa spreading his legs to allow him between is somehow even more erotic in his bed, Caleb finds. He hums happily into the kiss as the elf's fingers slide through his loosened hair, and he feels it when he pulls the tie out completely, leaving it to slide free around his shoulders.
Leaning back, Caleb looks from Yussa's smirk to the offered hair tie and returns the energy of his smirk with a subdued but equally playful little smile. His eyes are bright with amusement as he pushes himself back up to a kneel again and plucks the tie from the other man's fingers.
"Right. We would not want that."
With the ease of practice, he finger-combs his hair back into place and gathers it at the nape of his neck. With a few twists of his fingers, the tie is secured around it.
"You will have to work on not pulling it out again, ja?" Caleb teases, leaning back down for a lighter kiss, which is the first of many he begins trailing down Yussa's throat.
"I make no promises. But if I do pull it out, I will endeavor not to lose it," he says with a contented sigh as Caleb trails kisses down his neck. His hand smooths over the other man's hair and down the back of his neck, resisting the urge to properly bury his fingers just yet. As the warmth of Caleb's mouth moves lower, Yussa realizes he ought make something clear.
"You can touch me where you like."
He's left himself entirely bare, but he wants to make sure there is no misunderstanding. He doesn't want Caleb to hold back as a matter of being polite. The fact that Yussa feels the need to tell him at all is a good sign, he thinks. Caleb has not taken any liberties beyond what's been offered to him so far.
Caleb hums against Yussa's skin, pleased by the idea of having his hair messed up a second time. The first had been so enjoyable. It's as he's kissing over his collarbone that Yussa gives his permission, and Caleb's lips pull into a wider grin. "That is what I was hoping to hear," he murmurs.
While waiting for instruction, he's been avoiding deliberately touching his chest. But that ends quickly as he works his way down Yussa's body with his mouth. His lips follow the curve of one soft, small breast, and he brings a hand up to cover the other entirely. It fits in his palm with a gentle squeeze as his tongue flickers over a tight brown nipple. Watching Yussa toy with himself earlier had been very inspiring.
Though Caleb has been given a much-needed release, the stirrings of arousal in his body haven't gone away, knowing what he was waiting for. While he isn't yet getting hard, he can feel the potential for it under his skin, a pleasant and pervasive heat that begins to grow again as he touches Yussa.
Yussa's breath catches as Caleb's hand - strong and calloused - covers his breast as his tongue teases over his nipple. He shifts restlessly and his hands rest on Caleb's shoulder and arm as the other man takes his time exploring.
"Caleb--" It sounds like a request, but nothing follows until Yussa pushes Caleb's free hand down lower, trying to guide it between his thighs. He isn't trying to rush anything, but he's also quite aware he'll need a more help before he can really take Caleb's cock without discomfort. And why should he do it himself when Caleb's proven himself so capable?
He hiccups another breath when there's a more direct touch against his cunt.
Yussa's urgency to be fucked, clearly the point of directing him to his cunt, is incredibly hot. Caleb lets his teeth scrape lightly over the nipple he's currently teasing. While his hand kneads the opposite breast, he lets Yussa guide the other back between his thighs.
The first graze of his middle and ring fingers over his folds, barely even dipping between them, brings a satisfying involuntary reaction from the man beneath him. The pads of his fingers rub up and down his slit with more purpose and pressure. Yussa is still as wet as when he'd pulled off him downstairs, aroused and...still slick with his release, Caleb realizes with a jolt that goes right to his spent cock. Yussa had prestidigitated him clean, but not himself.
Caleb releases his nipple with a long suck to drag in a quivering breath, eyes slipping open. He looks up at Yussa's flushed face, knowing that the wet sounds they're both hearing as Caleb strokes and circles his entrance are all the more obscene because of Caleb's contribution. Is this what he wanted? If he didn't use that simple spell again when he very easily could have, it must be. Still, it would feel like crossing a line not to ask directly before proceeding under assumptions.
"I am going to fuck you with my fingers again," he says, low and soft and certain. "Do you want to clean up first?"
Yussa sighs heavily and lifts his hips toward Caleb's fingers. The firm suck on his nipple before Caleb releases it earns a soft moan and the air suddenly hitting newly wet skin has goosebumps rising on his brown skin.
He meets Caleb's gaze as the younger man strokes his cunt, teasing his entrance without really pushing in. The flush in his cheeks deepens when he realizes precisely what Caleb is referencing. Yussa hadn't even thought about the come spilled on his body. He hadn't cleaned himself, in part because he knew what he wanted next, but having attention drawn to the slick mess between them is--exciting. The sound of Caleb's voice, so sure and so warm, sends another jolt of arousal straight through him. Gods, how did he luck upon this man?
"I don't see a reason to," he answers, his own voice heavy as his hand presses against the back of Caleb's. Yussa doesn't look away, holding Caleb's gaze as his own fingers slip over the ones rubbing against his entrance. He wets his lips and takes a steadying breath.
Whatever answer Caleb had expected, it isn't this. It isn't Yussa looking down at him with dark gold eyes, covering his hand and urging his fingers to push in with the press of his own. The heat in his resonant voice as he says he doesn't see a reason to. Caleb's chest tightens with anticipation, and the rest of his body follows with a flare of intense arousal at the implications. Between the bed and his own thigh, he feels his cock twitch.
"Fuck," he breathes, lips barely moving. He isn't sure if he spoke in Common or Zemnian. "Okay."
What else can he do? What else would he want to do? With Yussa's over his, he stirs his fingers in one last circle against his entrance, then presses them slowly inside. Yussa's body yields, seemingly eager to pull his fingers in, and he feels so good Caleb can't help a soft moan. He would be perfect already if this was all they were planning to do. But he is still so tight, especially as he pushes deeper and rocks his fingers back and forth inside him. Caleb's face burns and his stomach clenches with the knowledge that he is fucking his come into Yussa's cunt, massaging his insides with it as he stretches him open for his cock.
Yussa's head falls back and he moans as Caleb's fingers push into him. His eyes almost close entirely as they move inside him, slowly rocking and reminding his body what it is to be filled. His hand leaves Caleb's, falling to grip the blanket beneath them instead; the other clings to Caleb's arm.
"Good." He almost whimpers. "I--I didn't entirely mean to interrupt you," he adds with a breathless laugh.
His thighs spread further and when Caleb's fingers slide just right, Yussa moans and his cunt tightens around them. He can't quite help the way his hips move, pushing toward that feeling rather than trying to get away from it. Gods, it's truly been too long. Perhaps that is a deficit he can correct now that he is here.
Yussa's pleasure is so apparent even just in his face, the way his eyes slip closed and his mouth falls open on a moan, that it steals Caleb's breath. At least for now, he has to lean back enough for a good view, to see where his fingers slide wetly in and out of the slick mess of his opening, stretching him wide.
"This is worth the interruption," Caleb assures, warm and low, with a quirk of his lips as he glances back up to take in his lover's expression. "I will get back to that soon, do not worry." He squeezes the breast beneath his other hand for emphasis, sliding his thumb across the soft flesh to rub back and forth over his peaked nipple. He'd like to put his mouth back to work on him there, he'd barely gotten started, but--
Watching Yussa move this way on his fingers is mesmerizing. Keeping pace with the roll of his hips, he curls them into his cunt, pushing in deep and rubbing at that spot he likes so much as he drags them out again. Caleb murmurs encouragement in Zemnian when he tightens and leans down to kiss the inside of his knee.
Yussa's hands tighten briefly as Caleb squeezes and gently caresses his breast with that delicious promise. It's his fingers that demand Yussa's full attention, though - Caleb seems to have caught on quickly and is intent on rendering him speechless. Yussa tries to measure his breathing, but it's far more difficult with Caleb fully focused. It feels easier to take him now, every thrust of his fingers sliding without resistance. It's obscene to realize he'll need to be coaxed open more before he can take this man's cock.
The way Caleb presses a gentle kiss to his knee is so--sweet. Unexpected. A strained laugh escapes, edged with a moan.
"I--I don't think I know any--any of that Zemnian," he gasps out, struggling to keep his voice even. Yussa has learned useful phrases, especially when he realized some of the vendors he likes seem to speak it almost exclusively outside of transactions.
Caleb feels the difference acutely, rocking his fingers now with ease rather than the caution he'd had to take before. Gradually, Yussa is opening for him. It's both stunning and compelling to consider.
Yussa's observation, breathless and stammered in a way he's not yet reduced him to before, makes him smile. He ghosts another kiss further up his thigh, a brush more of his beard than his lips.
"Then it was rude of me not to translate," he rumbles. "I said that if I can make you squirm like this on my fingers, you are going to writhe on my cock."
His fingers draw back and out. He rubs up through his folds once, grazing his clit and collecting more of his own spend, and presses them back in. A third is tucked alongside them, and Caleb looks on with a quiet hunger as Yussa's body again stretches to allow them in. He takes it slow again, knuckle by knuckle, but Yussa feels far more prepared this time--ready, eager for it.
The blush in his cheeks and his chest deepens as Caleb translates himself. Yussa cannot help a quiet, protesting whimper as the other man's fingers pull out in favor of stroking over his clit. He realizes Caleb is collecting more of his own come and Yussa curses softly - in Elvish - as his fingers push back in, this time with a third.
His hand tightens on Caleb's arm again and Yussa stills when he feels that stretch. It doesn't hurt or cause any real discomfort, but gods, he feels it. He beds his knee further and he moans as Caleb works his fingers deeper, slowly. It's maddening but also perfect - it gives his body time to adjust, to accept that full feeling and accommodate the penetration.
"I am starting to suspect... you may be right," he sighs. There's a smile in his voice and in the curve of his mouth. Soft, wet walls squeeze before relaxing again, yielding sweetly beneath Caleb's careful, gentle insistence. Yussa has to admire a man who knows what he's doing, and who pays such attention to his partner. Far too many rush. There is a reason he has not done this with a partner in some time.
Caleb smiles at that too, allowing himself a moment of smug pride, though his teeth scrape over his lower lip as he feels Yussa's body bear down and relax. He's adjusting much more quickly; already Caleb can rock his three fingers in and out without much resistance. Just that stretch and squeeze, and the occasional tremor of Yussa's body when he does something especially good.
Between his legs, his cock is solidly half-mast, which is quite good for the time elapsed since his orgasm. Honestly, he just can't stop thinking about how Yussa's cunt is going to feel around him. It's very encouraging.
"You know, I do not speak any Elvish," he murmurs. It would be conversational if he weren't also leaning over Yussa's chest to start mouthing at his breasts again. "I could cast Tongues--" Here he gives a sharp suck on a nipple before releasing it just as quickly. "But I would rather hear your translation."
With a quirk of his lips and a tilt of his wrist, his fingers twist inside Yussa and press deep again--not just fucking him, but spreading him, getting him ready. He probably doesn't need much more, but Caleb would rather not risk hurting him, and he is enjoying this process thoroughly.
Yussa nearly laughs, but it comes out sounding more like a moan as Caleb's mouth finds his breasts. The firm suck has Yussa arching his back toward it, seeking more even as Caleb draws back. He can't answer right away, not when Caleb's fingers move like that. He can feel them spread inside him, coaxing his body to relax and accept more.
"I remarked--" He takes a sharper breath. "On the fact that you are using your come to fuck me open."
He hadn't quite managed to say all that, but close enough. Yussa rocks his hips, trying to get closer when he feels Caleb's knuckles rub against him. His hand slides over the younger man's shoulder and up his neck until his fingers can sink into his hair. He doesn't try to direct just yet, only holds onto him.
"That is what you wanted, isn't it?" he breathes hotly against Yussa's skin. He can feel his cunt tighten almost gently as he spreads his fingers apart and curls them just right against his tender walls.
His own breath grows more ragged as Yussa clutches at him, moving a hand into his hair. He kisses and sucks at his breasts like a devoted worshiper as he works his fingers into his cunt with focused intent, relishing the slick, lewd sound of each thrust and the easy rub of his knuckles in and out of his entrance.
With the other man bucking his hips to chase his fingers, Caleb's free hand strays from Yussa's body to his growing erection. A few rough, encouraging strokes is enough to make him pant. His cock is eager in the loose circle of his hand, pulsing quickly to near fullness as he feels the hot, tight squeeze around his fingers and anticipates replacing them.
"Yes," he sighs, nearly moans, in answer as Caleb's mouth offers all due attention to his breasts, and Yussa finds himself thinking he should have offered this sooner. He's breathless, struggling to sound like he isn't panting. It's an impossible game now, and he knows it will only get more difficult when Caleb decides they are both ready.
Yussa's eyes flutter open when he feels a shift on the bed, and it takes him just a moment to realize that Caleb is stroking himself. He isn't about to beg, but the thought briefly flickers through his mind and it is tempting. But Caleb wants this as badly as he does, Yussa doesn't think the younger man is inclined to make either of them wait.
That doesn't stop something that sounds more like a command from escaping him:
"I want you inside me, Caleb." The now is implied with the restrained urgency in his voice. "When I come again, it will be on your cock."
Because Yussa has no doubt that Caleb will coax at least one more orgasm from him tonight.
In the warm light of the lanterns, Yussa's skin looks bronze, almost gold. Caleb's eyes are dark when he straightens up enough to look at him, bent over his smaller body with both of his hands between their legs. Free strands of his hair hang down around his face despite pulling it back again. It looks nicer in this light than it had in the club, or even downstairs; a vibrant, rich red. He strokes himself to the same slow rhythm he's now using to fuck Yussa, deep, thorough drag with his fingers tucked together.
Yussa's demand makes him twitch in his hand with how eager he is to fulfill it, how much those words turn him on. He has no desire to prolong this when they both so badly need the same thing.
"How do you want me?" He can feel the gravelly scrape of his voice in his throat. He takes such care sliding his fingers out, leaving Yussa empty. Using that hand to replace the one on his cock, he coats his shaft with the wetness clinging to his fingers. "Like this?"
His other hand is now free to guide Yussa's legs open further with a hand hooked under his knee, folding it back toward his chest to open him up. A small shuffle lets Caleb press the head of his cock to his stretched entrance. The hot, slick kiss of his cunt, so ready to open should he push even a little harder, draws out a soft whimper of a moan.
"Like this," he affirms quietly as Caleb guides his leg back. Yussa feels exposed like this, but it's in front of a man who's already been knuckle-deep inside him, and he wants very much to have more of him.
His eyes nearly close as Caleb's cock brushes against him, hot and firm and enough to make him ache for it.
Yussa reaches to drag one of his smaller pillows closer, and he keeps his eyes on Caleb's face as he lifts his hips to stuff the pillow beneath the small of his back. It's been a while, but he does remember the comfort that gives - and that it may make this easier for Caleb, too. That done, he reaches down to brush his fingers over Caleb's slick cock and his breath catches at the feel of him.
"You've earned it," he purrs, trying to maintain some semblance of control when Yussa knows very well he may be about to lose it.
That Yussa frames this as his reward, presumably for his skill and good behavior, stirs up the same heat and quiet pride as his praise does. Caleb's breath catches in his throat. His eyes are glued to Yussa's slim dark fingers tracing the length of him, more than enough to make him swell to full mast, straining in his fist.
If he's earned it, he'll take it. "Tell me if it is too much, or if it gets uncomfortable," he implores quietly, and puts the weight of his body behind his hips to begin pushing inside him.
The pillow beneath Yussa's hips makes the angle easy, and Caleb soon lets go of his cock to hold the elf's other leg instead, pulling it up against his own chest rather than pressing it down toward Yussa's. Shaking with the sheer intensity of it, Caleb feels only slight resistance as the head of his cock sinks past his entrance, made pliant with his careful attention.
Inside, Yussa is all wet, silken heat, still tight despite his preparation. His muscles provide more resistance as Caleb presses deeper, but not enough to be concerning when he's taking it as slow as he is. Stretching him open on his cock feels almost too good, all the clinging and squeezing as his cunt gradually accepts him. Before he is halfway in Caleb draws back with a groaned curse in Zemnian to repeat the motion, pulling out to push back in again. He gets a little further this time, and further still when he repeats it a third time, rocking slow but firm to bury all but a few inches.
"You feel so good," he hears himself gasp, barely above a heated whisper. "You feel so fucking good."
Despite his better efforts, Yussa moans when Caleb pushes in. His voice is heavy and his eyes fall shut as the other man sinks deeper. Yussa can still feel the stretch as his body yields, but it does yield - there's no need for Caleb to use much force beyond gravity. Gods, it's good.
The young man drags anther sound out of him as he pulls back, only to sink in again, coaxing Yussa's body to take him with more ease. He manages a quieter response on the third attempt. His leg tenses against Caleb's chest, but at no point does Yussa suggest any pain or discomfort, and certainly no desire for Caleb to stop. It takes the other man's voice to draw him out of his bodily focus and his golden eyes peer open again, dark with need and desire.
"Good," he murmurs. "Don't stop, Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches as he moves his hips minutely, trying to take Caleb a bit deeper.
The sounds Yussa makes as Caleb enters him are encouraging enough, but being told not to stop as those golden eyes gaze up at him with open want makes him bolder. Caleb's hips rock against Yussa's, meeting his needy little movements, until he finally bottoms out. He's spent so long denying himself tonight, and Yussa is a hot, wet embrace around him, too much to resist. Yussa has come at least twice by now, so Caleb doesn't wait to start building up a rhythm, gripping his thighs and driving into him. In this position, every thrust takes him almost down to the root.
It's a little rough, a little desperate, but it's good. It has been so long since he got to have fun like this, and he knows Yussa hasn't been with anyone this way in a long time either.
Guiding the leg against his chest to a more comfortable position resting his heel against his shoulder, Caleb turns his head to press fervid kisses along the older man's calf to his ankle. Looking down, he can't help smiling around panting breaths, seeing Yussa hazy and spread out beneath him. He has a perfect view of his cock disappearing into his cunt, and with a hand now free, reaches down to rub his thumb around the slick, flushed rim that stretches around his length.
Yussa stretches his arms over his head, gripping at the blankets and leaving himself open to Caleb's gaze and his touch. He moans sharply as the younger man properly fucks him, driving as deep as he can on every thrust. He can feel the gentle press of lips against his calf and his ankle, almost incongruous with the way Caleb draws attention to where his body obscenely stretches to accept Caleb's cock.
He murmurs something in slurred Elvish, the latter half of it in Common: "--so deep, ah--"
His other leg presses tight against Caleb's side, trembling as he tries to meet every thrust. The pillow beneath his hips makes the younger man's angle of entry perfect. His cunt squeezes around him and the pleasure of being full makes Yussa feel ridiculously delirious.
Caleb is transfixed. Yussa gasps and trembles under him, his cunt fluttering, the sheets clenched in his hands. He is small, but stretched out with his arms overhead, his body is long and beautiful, all lovely angles slender lines and subtle curves. The half-intelligible words he slurs about how deep Caleb is inside him only fuels Caleb's desire to see him even more blissed out.
"So deep," he agrees, panting, with a full roll of his hips that buries his cock and drags a moan out of him. Gods, he feels incredible. "You look so perfect like this, Yussa." His thumb follows the edge of his stretched opening until he's rubbing his clit and resting his hand low over Yussa's smooth stomach. "I, ah--I love seeing you all spread out, taking me so well."
His own grasp on Common isn't the best at the moment either, his brain feels completely scrambled, but he wants to tell Yussa how beautiful he is badly enough to manage. But not for the first time tonight, he wishes he could speak Elvish. He has a feeling asking for a translation now might not get him the same results as it had earlier.
Yussa drops a hand to his own mouth, pressing the back of it to his hips in an attempt to hold back some of the more unrestrained sounds threatening to break from him. It's a fool's errand, but he tries anyway.
Caleb's accent is heavy and the way it affects the quality of his voice is terribly attractive. Yussa bites his index finger but still whines as Caleb's thumb strokes over his clit, offering steady and direct attention. He can feel the sweet tension coiling in him as he's pushed toward his peak. Caleb has been so diligent with him and there is really no denying where this is going. His thighs tremble as he arches toward Caleb's touch and his cock: every stroke makes his hips move to chase that perfect friction until muscles tremble with the effort.
A ragged moan escapes him as he struggles not to get completely swept up yet. Not when they have both been waiting for this. It's difficult to resist his own rising pleasure, though. The crest is as inevitable as any tide.
Caleb's hips meet the curve of Yussa's ass with a filthy slap of skin against skin made filthier by the wet sound of his cock slotting neatly into place inside him. The embrace of his cunt is just right now, where earlier when he'd slipped him that first finger he was much too tight. This took time. It was a process, deliberate. Yussa wanted to be spread open just so Caleb could be the key that fits him perfectly, that unlocks the pleasure in taut muscles forced to stretch, in throbbing, aching fullness.
Caleb moans with the landing of each slap, with the constant pulling pressure of Yussa clamped down around him like a vise. His thumb rubbing his clit fast and hard makes him clench and spasm around Caleb. It makes him moan from behind the protective barrier of his hand, around the finger between his teeth. It makes him push back agaisnt him, toward him, with all he has, wanting it so much he trembles.
"Gods, look at you," Caleb rumbles, breathing heavily, squeezing Yussa's thigh harder. "Don't stop, schatz, show me how you like it. I want to watch you come," he encourages shamelessly. "I want to feel you come around me."
Caleb angles up a little more in an effort to hit Yussa's sweet spot, hoping to hear his moans turn louder, needier, to reward his own burning muscles, the tension he carries along his spine and heavy between his thighs and his belly.
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Leaning back, Caleb looks from Yussa's smirk to the offered hair tie and returns the energy of his smirk with a subdued but equally playful little smile. His eyes are bright with amusement as he pushes himself back up to a kneel again and plucks the tie from the other man's fingers.
"Right. We would not want that."
With the ease of practice, he finger-combs his hair back into place and gathers it at the nape of his neck. With a few twists of his fingers, the tie is secured around it.
"You will have to work on not pulling it out again, ja?" Caleb teases, leaning back down for a lighter kiss, which is the first of many he begins trailing down Yussa's throat.
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"You can touch me where you like."
He's left himself entirely bare, but he wants to make sure there is no misunderstanding. He doesn't want Caleb to hold back as a matter of being polite. The fact that Yussa feels the need to tell him at all is a good sign, he thinks. Caleb has not taken any liberties beyond what's been offered to him so far.
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While waiting for instruction, he's been avoiding deliberately touching his chest. But that ends quickly as he works his way down Yussa's body with his mouth. His lips follow the curve of one soft, small breast, and he brings a hand up to cover the other entirely. It fits in his palm with a gentle squeeze as his tongue flickers over a tight brown nipple. Watching Yussa toy with himself earlier had been very inspiring.
Though Caleb has been given a much-needed release, the stirrings of arousal in his body haven't gone away, knowing what he was waiting for. While he isn't yet getting hard, he can feel the potential for it under his skin, a pleasant and pervasive heat that begins to grow again as he touches Yussa.
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"Caleb--" It sounds like a request, but nothing follows until Yussa pushes Caleb's free hand down lower, trying to guide it between his thighs. He isn't trying to rush anything, but he's also quite aware he'll need a more help before he can really take Caleb's cock without discomfort. And why should he do it himself when Caleb's proven himself so capable?
He hiccups another breath when there's a more direct touch against his cunt.
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The first graze of his middle and ring fingers over his folds, barely even dipping between them, brings a satisfying involuntary reaction from the man beneath him. The pads of his fingers rub up and down his slit with more purpose and pressure. Yussa is still as wet as when he'd pulled off him downstairs, aroused and...still slick with his release, Caleb realizes with a jolt that goes right to his spent cock. Yussa had prestidigitated him clean, but not himself.
Caleb releases his nipple with a long suck to drag in a quivering breath, eyes slipping open. He looks up at Yussa's flushed face, knowing that the wet sounds they're both hearing as Caleb strokes and circles his entrance are all the more obscene because of Caleb's contribution. Is this what he wanted? If he didn't use that simple spell again when he very easily could have, it must be. Still, it would feel like crossing a line not to ask directly before proceeding under assumptions.
"I am going to fuck you with my fingers again," he says, low and soft and certain. "Do you want to clean up first?"
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He meets Caleb's gaze as the younger man strokes his cunt, teasing his entrance without really pushing in. The flush in his cheeks deepens when he realizes precisely what Caleb is referencing. Yussa hadn't even thought about the come spilled on his body. He hadn't cleaned himself, in part because he knew what he wanted next, but having attention drawn to the slick mess between them is--exciting. The sound of Caleb's voice, so sure and so warm, sends another jolt of arousal straight through him. Gods, how did he luck upon this man?
"I don't see a reason to," he answers, his own voice heavy as his hand presses against the back of Caleb's. Yussa doesn't look away, holding Caleb's gaze as his own fingers slip over the ones rubbing against his entrance. He wets his lips and takes a steadying breath.
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"Fuck," he breathes, lips barely moving. He isn't sure if he spoke in Common or Zemnian. "Okay."
What else can he do? What else would he want to do? With Yussa's over his, he stirs his fingers in one last circle against his entrance, then presses them slowly inside. Yussa's body yields, seemingly eager to pull his fingers in, and he feels so good Caleb can't help a soft moan. He would be perfect already if this was all they were planning to do. But he is still so tight, especially as he pushes deeper and rocks his fingers back and forth inside him. Caleb's face burns and his stomach clenches with the knowledge that he is fucking his come into Yussa's cunt, massaging his insides with it as he stretches him open for his cock.
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"Good." He almost whimpers. "I--I didn't entirely mean to interrupt you," he adds with a breathless laugh.
His thighs spread further and when Caleb's fingers slide just right, Yussa moans and his cunt tightens around them. He can't quite help the way his hips move, pushing toward that feeling rather than trying to get away from it. Gods, it's truly been too long. Perhaps that is a deficit he can correct now that he is here.
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"This is worth the interruption," Caleb assures, warm and low, with a quirk of his lips as he glances back up to take in his lover's expression. "I will get back to that soon, do not worry." He squeezes the breast beneath his other hand for emphasis, sliding his thumb across the soft flesh to rub back and forth over his peaked nipple. He'd like to put his mouth back to work on him there, he'd barely gotten started, but--
Watching Yussa move this way on his fingers is mesmerizing. Keeping pace with the roll of his hips, he curls them into his cunt, pushing in deep and rubbing at that spot he likes so much as he drags them out again. Caleb murmurs encouragement in Zemnian when he tightens and leans down to kiss the inside of his knee.
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The way Caleb presses a gentle kiss to his knee is so--sweet. Unexpected. A strained laugh escapes, edged with a moan.
"I--I don't think I know any--any of that Zemnian," he gasps out, struggling to keep his voice even. Yussa has learned useful phrases, especially when he realized some of the vendors he likes seem to speak it almost exclusively outside of transactions.
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Yussa's observation, breathless and stammered in a way he's not yet reduced him to before, makes him smile. He ghosts another kiss further up his thigh, a brush more of his beard than his lips.
"Then it was rude of me not to translate," he rumbles. "I said that if I can make you squirm like this on my fingers, you are going to writhe on my cock."
His fingers draw back and out. He rubs up through his folds once, grazing his clit and collecting more of his own spend, and presses them back in. A third is tucked alongside them, and Caleb looks on with a quiet hunger as Yussa's body again stretches to allow them in. He takes it slow again, knuckle by knuckle, but Yussa feels far more prepared this time--ready, eager for it.
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His hand tightens on Caleb's arm again and Yussa stills when he feels that stretch. It doesn't hurt or cause any real discomfort, but gods, he feels it. He beds his knee further and he moans as Caleb works his fingers deeper, slowly. It's maddening but also perfect - it gives his body time to adjust, to accept that full feeling and accommodate the penetration.
"I am starting to suspect... you may be right," he sighs. There's a smile in his voice and in the curve of his mouth. Soft, wet walls squeeze before relaxing again, yielding sweetly beneath Caleb's careful, gentle insistence. Yussa has to admire a man who knows what he's doing, and who pays such attention to his partner. Far too many rush. There is a reason he has not done this with a partner in some time.
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Between his legs, his cock is solidly half-mast, which is quite good for the time elapsed since his orgasm. Honestly, he just can't stop thinking about how Yussa's cunt is going to feel around him. It's very encouraging.
"You know, I do not speak any Elvish," he murmurs. It would be conversational if he weren't also leaning over Yussa's chest to start mouthing at his breasts again. "I could cast Tongues--" Here he gives a sharp suck on a nipple before releasing it just as quickly. "But I would rather hear your translation."
With a quirk of his lips and a tilt of his wrist, his fingers twist inside Yussa and press deep again--not just fucking him, but spreading him, getting him ready. He probably doesn't need much more, but Caleb would rather not risk hurting him, and he is enjoying this process thoroughly.
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"I remarked--" He takes a sharper breath. "On the fact that you are using your come to fuck me open."
He hadn't quite managed to say all that, but close enough. Yussa rocks his hips, trying to get closer when he feels Caleb's knuckles rub against him. His hand slides over the younger man's shoulder and up his neck until his fingers can sink into his hair. He doesn't try to direct just yet, only holds onto him.
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"That is what you wanted, isn't it?" he breathes hotly against Yussa's skin. He can feel his cunt tighten almost gently as he spreads his fingers apart and curls them just right against his tender walls.
His own breath grows more ragged as Yussa clutches at him, moving a hand into his hair. He kisses and sucks at his breasts like a devoted worshiper as he works his fingers into his cunt with focused intent, relishing the slick, lewd sound of each thrust and the easy rub of his knuckles in and out of his entrance.
With the other man bucking his hips to chase his fingers, Caleb's free hand strays from Yussa's body to his growing erection. A few rough, encouraging strokes is enough to make him pant. His cock is eager in the loose circle of his hand, pulsing quickly to near fullness as he feels the hot, tight squeeze around his fingers and anticipates replacing them.
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Yussa's eyes flutter open when he feels a shift on the bed, and it takes him just a moment to realize that Caleb is stroking himself. He isn't about to beg, but the thought briefly flickers through his mind and it is tempting. But Caleb wants this as badly as he does, Yussa doesn't think the younger man is inclined to make either of them wait.
That doesn't stop something that sounds more like a command from escaping him:
"I want you inside me, Caleb." The now is implied with the restrained urgency in his voice. "When I come again, it will be on your cock."
Because Yussa has no doubt that Caleb will coax at least one more orgasm from him tonight.
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Yussa's demand makes him twitch in his hand with how eager he is to fulfill it, how much those words turn him on. He has no desire to prolong this when they both so badly need the same thing.
"How do you want me?" He can feel the gravelly scrape of his voice in his throat. He takes such care sliding his fingers out, leaving Yussa empty. Using that hand to replace the one on his cock, he coats his shaft with the wetness clinging to his fingers. "Like this?"
His other hand is now free to guide Yussa's legs open further with a hand hooked under his knee, folding it back toward his chest to open him up. A small shuffle lets Caleb press the head of his cock to his stretched entrance. The hot, slick kiss of his cunt, so ready to open should he push even a little harder, draws out a soft whimper of a moan.
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His eyes nearly close as Caleb's cock brushes against him, hot and firm and enough to make him ache for it.
Yussa reaches to drag one of his smaller pillows closer, and he keeps his eyes on Caleb's face as he lifts his hips to stuff the pillow beneath the small of his back. It's been a while, but he does remember the comfort that gives - and that it may make this easier for Caleb, too. That done, he reaches down to brush his fingers over Caleb's slick cock and his breath catches at the feel of him.
"You've earned it," he purrs, trying to maintain some semblance of control when Yussa knows very well he may be about to lose it.
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If he's earned it, he'll take it. "Tell me if it is too much, or if it gets uncomfortable," he implores quietly, and puts the weight of his body behind his hips to begin pushing inside him.
The pillow beneath Yussa's hips makes the angle easy, and Caleb soon lets go of his cock to hold the elf's other leg instead, pulling it up against his own chest rather than pressing it down toward Yussa's. Shaking with the sheer intensity of it, Caleb feels only slight resistance as the head of his cock sinks past his entrance, made pliant with his careful attention.
Inside, Yussa is all wet, silken heat, still tight despite his preparation. His muscles provide more resistance as Caleb presses deeper, but not enough to be concerning when he's taking it as slow as he is. Stretching him open on his cock feels almost too good, all the clinging and squeezing as his cunt gradually accepts him. Before he is halfway in Caleb draws back with a groaned curse in Zemnian to repeat the motion, pulling out to push back in again. He gets a little further this time, and further still when he repeats it a third time, rocking slow but firm to bury all but a few inches.
"You feel so good," he hears himself gasp, barely above a heated whisper. "You feel so fucking good."
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The young man drags anther sound out of him as he pulls back, only to sink in again, coaxing Yussa's body to take him with more ease. He manages a quieter response on the third attempt. His leg tenses against Caleb's chest, but at no point does Yussa suggest any pain or discomfort, and certainly no desire for Caleb to stop. It takes the other man's voice to draw him out of his bodily focus and his golden eyes peer open again, dark with need and desire.
"Good," he murmurs. "Don't stop, Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches as he moves his hips minutely, trying to take Caleb a bit deeper.
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It's a little rough, a little desperate, but it's good. It has been so long since he got to have fun like this, and he knows Yussa hasn't been with anyone this way in a long time either.
Guiding the leg against his chest to a more comfortable position resting his heel against his shoulder, Caleb turns his head to press fervid kisses along the older man's calf to his ankle. Looking down, he can't help smiling around panting breaths, seeing Yussa hazy and spread out beneath him. He has a perfect view of his cock disappearing into his cunt, and with a hand now free, reaches down to rub his thumb around the slick, flushed rim that stretches around his length.
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He murmurs something in slurred Elvish, the latter half of it in Common: "--so deep, ah--"
His other leg presses tight against Caleb's side, trembling as he tries to meet every thrust. The pillow beneath his hips makes the younger man's angle of entry perfect. His cunt squeezes around him and the pleasure of being full makes Yussa feel ridiculously delirious.
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"So deep," he agrees, panting, with a full roll of his hips that buries his cock and drags a moan out of him. Gods, he feels incredible. "You look so perfect like this, Yussa." His thumb follows the edge of his stretched opening until he's rubbing his clit and resting his hand low over Yussa's smooth stomach. "I, ah--I love seeing you all spread out, taking me so well."
His own grasp on Common isn't the best at the moment either, his brain feels completely scrambled, but he wants to tell Yussa how beautiful he is badly enough to manage. But not for the first time tonight, he wishes he could speak Elvish. He has a feeling asking for a translation now might not get him the same results as it had earlier.
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Caleb's accent is heavy and the way it affects the quality of his voice is terribly attractive. Yussa bites his index finger but still whines as Caleb's thumb strokes over his clit, offering steady and direct attention. He can feel the sweet tension coiling in him as he's pushed toward his peak. Caleb has been so diligent with him and there is really no denying where this is going. His thighs tremble as he arches toward Caleb's touch and his cock: every stroke makes his hips move to chase that perfect friction until muscles tremble with the effort.
A ragged moan escapes him as he struggles not to get completely swept up yet. Not when they have both been waiting for this. It's difficult to resist his own rising pleasure, though. The crest is as inevitable as any tide.
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Caleb moans with the landing of each slap, with the constant pulling pressure of Yussa clamped down around him like a vise. His thumb rubbing his clit fast and hard makes him clench and spasm around Caleb. It makes him moan from behind the protective barrier of his hand, around the finger between his teeth. It makes him push back agaisnt him, toward him, with all he has, wanting it so much he trembles.
"Gods, look at you," Caleb rumbles, breathing heavily, squeezing Yussa's thigh harder. "Don't stop, schatz, show me how you like it. I want to watch you come," he encourages shamelessly. "I want to feel you come around me."
Caleb angles up a little more in an effort to hit Yussa's sweet spot, hoping to hear his moans turn louder, needier, to reward his own burning muscles, the tension he carries along his spine and heavy between his thighs and his belly.
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