He's appreciative that Caleb doesn't just collapse on him. The young man's tender kisses are endearing as they brush his hair and his cheek, his wrist and his palm. Yussa isn't of a mind to move at all, but eventually Caleb does pull out. That earns a soft whine, but no real protest. He relaxes back, feeling utterly empty after all the effort made to work him open.
He's quite sure he's a mess of both of them, and when he shifts he can feel some of Caleb's come spill out of him. Yussa can't even muster the somatics for Prestidigitation, so he'll have to take care of that later, when he can feel his legs again. He lolls his head to look at Caleb, golden eyes warm and soft and full of contentment as he looks over the younger man.
As he looks away again, a brighter smile lights his face, the sort that comes with utter relaxation and (several) very good orgasms. Yussa's pulse has finally slowed, though he's still catching his breath.
Caleb hums, positive but non-comittal. Perhaps not only, but this is rare. This sort of submission comes naturally to him, but it is something he must guard closely, something he cannot entrust to just anyone. Tonight Yussa has wielded the power Caleb willingly handed him not only respectfully and enjoyably, but expertly. So well that Caleb would be willing to offer him even more. Finding this, finding Yussa, feels like a one-in-a-million chance.
"I wanted to tend to your needs," he says, echoing his own earlier words, low, quiet, and warm. "But you are an incredible man. I could not help wanting to be good for you. To give you everything you might desire."
He's rolled his still unsteady limbs less than gracefully onto the bed, laying on his side close enough to Yussa that their legs still tangle and he can easily lean over him to capture his lips in a lazy kiss, unable to resist the pull of that beautiful, relaxed grin. Yussa is radiant like this, soft and loose and well-fucked and happy, content to be dripping Caleb's come onto the bedsheets. He did that. He did that. The pleasure and relief and momentary peace of mind that brings him is absolutely priceless.
Caleb's hair, slightly mussed again, sticks to his skin too, flushed and hot, but gradually cooling. His muscles are going to be sore tomorrow, but he likes that. It will be like carrying this night with him, lingering in this warm feeling a little longer.
When his lips leave Yussa's and he collapses against the bed again, he smiles, wide and honest.
Yussa rolls onto his side to follow after Caleb and to get off of the pillow he's been laying on. He leans into the kiss, unhurried and relaxed as the younger man continues to offer him sweet affection.
"You've tended me well. I haven't felt this good in years."
For the first time since he's taken this position, Yussa's mind feels entirely quiet and his body is certainly exhausted - he may actually sleep tonight rather than trance. He lays there at Caleb's side for a while longer, eyes closed as his breathing finally grows more even. He knows that he should clean up before he passes out, and eventually he makes himself sit up. He presses a kiss to Caleb's shoulder in passing and runs his hand over the other man's arm before he slips from the bed.
Small, slender, and just a bit unsteady for the first few steps, Yussa uses the bedpost for balance before he plucks up a thin robe that does very little to obscure his shape once it's on. He's used magic to clean up so many times tonight that it feels only right to use water now. He doesn't have the energy for a full shower, but a damp cloth will do.
He catches himself in the mirror and he turns his head this way and that, as if a good fuck has made him look as well as feel younger. He rinses the cloth with hot water and returns to the bedroom. He drapes the warm, wet cloth over Caleb's stomach and plucks up a cup of cold tea from his nightstand for a sip.
That Caleb is beginning to feel like he might fall asleep is a strong indicator that he should get up and get going right now. He can't stop thinking about I haven't felt this good in years and probably won't for at least the next month. But all good things must come to an end, and he forces himself to start getting ready to go as soon as Yussa leaves the bed, parting from him with the casual affection Caleb's been enjoying so much.
Eyes slipping open, Caleb watches him cross the room. He's so lovely, and if Caleb were not so exhausted already, he knows he would find the shape of his petite body in that slip of a robe a major turn on; as it is, he is mostly very endeared by how unsteady he is on his feet.
"Danke," Caleb mutters when he returns, picking up the warm, damp towel from his stomach to give himself a rudimentary wipe down that will tide him over until he can get in the shower at home. Sitting up, then forcing himself to stand, he finds his discarded smalls on the floor by the bed and steps back into them. The rest of his clothing is downstairs scattered around the couch.
Well, now is the time. That Yussa is drinking clearly hours old tea makes his lips twitch fondly, and it is with that lingering warmth that he says, "Thank you for tonight. I should get home, but I...I really cannot say how much I have enjoyed myself. It would be embarrassing if I tried." His eyes are filled with gentle humor. Yussa's positive assessment of him makes him daring enough to step close and lean down to kiss his cheek as a warm palm covers his hip. The fabric of his robe feels like water, smooth and cool.
But most daring of all is when he draws back and wonders tentatively, "May I, ah...Would it be okay if I left my phone number with you?" His brow furrows slightly and a little heat returns to his face.
It isn't often that Caleb deliberately puts himself in a position to be rejected outright rather than just tacitly, but this is worth the risk. If Yussa would prefer this to be a one time thing, that is perfectly fine. But Caleb is already a little desperate to see him again, and he must make that interest clear for there to be any chance of it happening.
Yussa does not try to stop Caleb leaving, but he does tip his head into the kiss as the other man's lips brush his cheek.
"I would like it if you did," he says warmly. "I should like to feel this good again."
He reaches up with his free hand to gently catch Caleb's chin, holding him still for a proper kiss, the taste of sweet spices lingering on his lips. His thumb brushes over Caleb's beard before he lets go again. He does feel briefly guilty that he's sending Caleb back downstairs in only his smalls, but. He'll at least enjoy the view as he leaves.
"Good night, Caleb."
He could escort Caleb down, but he's worn out and if he goes down, he may not come back up, and he would prefer not to sleep on the couch in his own house. Still, he lingers by the edge of his bed until the young man is gone, then sighs and sinks onto it. Gods, he doesn't suspect he will regret this but he will certainly feel it in the morning.
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He's appreciative that Caleb doesn't just collapse on him. The young man's tender kisses are endearing as they brush his hair and his cheek, his wrist and his palm. Yussa isn't of a mind to move at all, but eventually Caleb does pull out. That earns a soft whine, but no real protest. He relaxes back, feeling utterly empty after all the effort made to work him open.
He's quite sure he's a mess of both of them, and when he shifts he can feel some of Caleb's come spill out of him. Yussa can't even muster the somatics for Prestidigitation, so he'll have to take care of that later, when he can feel his legs again. He lolls his head to look at Caleb, golden eyes warm and soft and full of contentment as he looks over the younger man.
As he looks away again, a brighter smile lights his face, the sort that comes with utter relaxation and (several) very good orgasms. Yussa's pulse has finally slowed, though he's still catching his breath.
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"I wanted to tend to your needs," he says, echoing his own earlier words, low, quiet, and warm. "But you are an incredible man. I could not help wanting to be good for you. To give you everything you might desire."
He's rolled his still unsteady limbs less than gracefully onto the bed, laying on his side close enough to Yussa that their legs still tangle and he can easily lean over him to capture his lips in a lazy kiss, unable to resist the pull of that beautiful, relaxed grin. Yussa is radiant like this, soft and loose and well-fucked and happy, content to be dripping Caleb's come onto the bedsheets. He did that. He did that. The pleasure and relief and momentary peace of mind that brings him is absolutely priceless.
Caleb's hair, slightly mussed again, sticks to his skin too, flushed and hot, but gradually cooling. His muscles are going to be sore tomorrow, but he likes that. It will be like carrying this night with him, lingering in this warm feeling a little longer.
When his lips leave Yussa's and he collapses against the bed again, he smiles, wide and honest.
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"You've tended me well. I haven't felt this good in years."
For the first time since he's taken this position, Yussa's mind feels entirely quiet and his body is certainly exhausted - he may actually sleep tonight rather than trance. He lays there at Caleb's side for a while longer, eyes closed as his breathing finally grows more even. He knows that he should clean up before he passes out, and eventually he makes himself sit up. He presses a kiss to Caleb's shoulder in passing and runs his hand over the other man's arm before he slips from the bed.
Small, slender, and just a bit unsteady for the first few steps, Yussa uses the bedpost for balance before he plucks up a thin robe that does very little to obscure his shape once it's on. He's used magic to clean up so many times tonight that it feels only right to use water now. He doesn't have the energy for a full shower, but a damp cloth will do.
He catches himself in the mirror and he turns his head this way and that, as if a good fuck has made him look as well as feel younger. He rinses the cloth with hot water and returns to the bedroom. He drapes the warm, wet cloth over Caleb's stomach and plucks up a cup of cold tea from his nightstand for a sip.
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Eyes slipping open, Caleb watches him cross the room. He's so lovely, and if Caleb were not so exhausted already, he knows he would find the shape of his petite body in that slip of a robe a major turn on; as it is, he is mostly very endeared by how unsteady he is on his feet.
"Danke," Caleb mutters when he returns, picking up the warm, damp towel from his stomach to give himself a rudimentary wipe down that will tide him over until he can get in the shower at home. Sitting up, then forcing himself to stand, he finds his discarded smalls on the floor by the bed and steps back into them. The rest of his clothing is downstairs scattered around the couch.
Well, now is the time. That Yussa is drinking clearly hours old tea makes his lips twitch fondly, and it is with that lingering warmth that he says, "Thank you for tonight. I should get home, but I...I really cannot say how much I have enjoyed myself. It would be embarrassing if I tried." His eyes are filled with gentle humor. Yussa's positive assessment of him makes him daring enough to step close and lean down to kiss his cheek as a warm palm covers his hip. The fabric of his robe feels like water, smooth and cool.
But most daring of all is when he draws back and wonders tentatively, "May I, ah...Would it be okay if I left my phone number with you?" His brow furrows slightly and a little heat returns to his face.
It isn't often that Caleb deliberately puts himself in a position to be rejected outright rather than just tacitly, but this is worth the risk. If Yussa would prefer this to be a one time thing, that is perfectly fine. But Caleb is already a little desperate to see him again, and he must make that interest clear for there to be any chance of it happening.
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"I would like it if you did," he says warmly. "I should like to feel this good again."
He reaches up with his free hand to gently catch Caleb's chin, holding him still for a proper kiss, the taste of sweet spices lingering on his lips. His thumb brushes over Caleb's beard before he lets go again. He does feel briefly guilty that he's sending Caleb back downstairs in only his smalls, but. He'll at least enjoy the view as he leaves.
"Good night, Caleb."
He could escort Caleb down, but he's worn out and if he goes down, he may not come back up, and he would prefer not to sleep on the couch in his own house. Still, he lingers by the edge of his bed until the young man is gone, then sighs and sinks onto it. Gods, he doesn't suspect he will regret this but he will certainly feel it in the morning.