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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-18 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
The more Caleb drinks, the more difficult it becomes to pretend he isn't spending a lot of time looking at Yussa's chest. The white blouse isn't quite sheer, but near enough to it that what's beneath is more than hinted at. Last night, Caleb found Yussa devastatingly attractive, somehow he has only become more so over the course of the day. Not only is he sexy, smart, and powerful (and rich enough to own an entire district in Nicodranas, apparently?), but he is also witty, considerate, and very endearing as he complains about the last minute meeting that kept him late.

Despite this morning surprise, Caleb is incredibly happy to be tipsy on his couch together, close enough that they could nearly be cuddling. In a moment of quiet, he considers finally putting his arm around Yussa properly, though that's interrupted when he speaks again.

"That is probably wise," he agrees, though the topic makes him nervous. He does have boundaries when it comes to sex that he needs to enforce for his own safety. But it is always expectations that ruin a thing like this. Admitting to wanting something the other does not tends to make things awkward. Caleb, who's found that he usually wants too much, has learned to just agree with whatever is on the table.

His second drink is nearly gone, so he finishes the rest with a long gulp and sets the empty glass aside. "So what do you want from me, Yussa?" he flirts, bracing an arm against the back of the couch to lean closer to the elf with a warm smile and a suggestively raised brow. He is not going to let this conversation sap away the good mood he's established, he decides.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-18 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, gods. The soft flush turning Caleb's pale skin pink deepens, and he feels a stab of heat in his gut. The way his lips part with a sharp inhale and his eyes widen by a fraction has to give him away. But what could he possibly want more than to be Yussa's sweet boy and beg for the privilege? Yussa's fingertips rake lightly through his beard, and he swallows hard.

"Ja," he agrees, a breathy husk to his voice that wasn't there before. His gaze can't seem to leave Yussa's face. "I can do that."

He wants to ask (beg, even) to kiss Yussa right now, but that would cut this conversation rather short. Which might not be such a bad thing, except that Yussa has asked him to be clear.

"I--I want to give you pleasure, primarily, even if it excludes my own. I want to earn your approval, and whatever you may see fit to reward me with should I do well. I enjoy praise, but only if it is deserved. I like to be told what to do. But I do not enjoy, um...when the goalposts shift midway, so to speak, or being set up to fail. I do not like being tied down to things, and I cannot do leather restraints at all, but other kinds are okay with pre-negotiation. I do like a little pain--pulling my hair, biting, scratching, slapping. I would probably enjoy more intense pain as well, on a case-by-case basis. Punishment is good, as long as I am allowed to make up for whatever displeased you. Teasing is welcome, and I like to be told what I am good for. You can be mean, but not, ah...cruel, if that makes sense?"

Red-faced, Caleb lays out his own desires and limits as well as he knows how to. There is probably more, but he feels like he has spoken so much already.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-18 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Caleb tries not to melt after that first kiss, but it is difficult to resist. He manages to at least nod in earnest understanding as Yussa continues speaking, absorbing and remembering his words. When it seems a verbal response is required of him to ensure he understands and knows he is expected to say something if his comfort is encroached on, he murmurs, "I am not here to be hurt. If my boundaries are being pushed, I will tell you."

He thinks perhaps that will be all, because Yussa kisses him again, and Caleb allows himself to lean into it fully this time, sliding his arm down from the back of the couch to curl behind Yussa's back--but he pulls away again with a sigh that Caleb feels in his bones. Gods, he wants him. But that can wait, because Caleb wants to know Yussa's own limits as well. Gently, his hand rubs up and down in short motions against the small of the elven wizard's back as he explains.

That Yussa encourages rough handling ignites Caleb's interest in a way he hadn't expected it to. He's never had a lover so much smaller than him, and he hadn't imagined it would appeal to him particularly. Apparently he was wrong about that. Last night, having to stretch Yussa open so thoroughly for his cock was incredibly arousing. Caleb is average at best for a human man, but to Yussa he is big, and there is something undeniably appealing in that. It makes him feel just a little more special, a little more capable of giving Yussa what he wants. But pain is something he is very much not interested in inflicting, and he nods gratefully, glad that they are on the same page there.

While incorrect, that Yussa thinks it is possible he might only be interested in his ability to take control is understandable, given what Caleb has outlined so far. But he shakes his head at once when he voices the idea that seeing him on days that he does not feel up to that might be a disappointment. That could not be further from the truth.

"No, no," he assures quickly, "I certainly do not expect that from you every time we meet. I understand that it can be exhausting, especially if you are already tired. I would be happy to see you even without that dynamic in play." Lifting his hand to Yussa's face and brushing his thumb lightly along his cheekbone in an exceptionally tender gesture, Caleb offers a soft smile. "For example, I am enjoying your company now quite a lot."

Yussa had complained of his last-minute meeting draining his energy; Caleb sees no reason to make him do anything tonight except relax and feel good.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-18 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Very agreeable, Caleb's arm grows tighter around Yussa the closer he gets, keeping him there as they kiss. Already he wants more, wants to feel him splayed over his lap, his weight settled over his groin. But Yussa doesn't quite get there before the kiss stops again quite suddenly. Caleb nearly groans in frustrated disappointment.

"Nein, no," he breathes urgently, eyes sliding open and growing darker as heat builds under his skin. "We have covered the important things."

Boldly, his hand slides down Yussa's back to cup his ass. Caleb's head tilts and his mouth wanders away from Yussa's for just long enough to tease his earlobe with his tongue, then a light scrape of teeth.

"Though I should ask what you are up for tonight," he concedes. Long, gracefully tapered arcanist's fingers follow the curve of his ass down until they can dip between his legs and rub lightly over his cunt through his dark trousers. "Are you sore from yesterday at all?"
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-19 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yussa's exploration certainly yields results; there is a definite stiffness in Caleb's jeans, his cock half hard from conversation and kissing alone. He barely manages to bite back what probably would have been an embarrassing moan at the sudden direct touch. But Yussa will certainly be able to feel the way the muscles in his stomach quiver and clench, with little to prevent him from getting his hand under his sweater and the thin shirt beneath.

"Good," Caleb murmurs, though his accent is heavy enough that it sounds more like the Zemnian version of the word. "You were so eager for me to finish inside you last night that I intend to do it again."

In that low, playful declaration is a veiled question he should have asked sooner: is that still all right?

His fingers give another slow caress between Yussa's legs, this one with more deliberate pressure now that he knows Yussa is not tender enough for it to be a deterrent. Even through the layers of fabric he can feel the heat of the older man's cunt, it suddenly he desperately doesn't want either of them to be dressed any longer.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-19 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
As they kiss, Caleb indulges Yussa in a little more of the same friction through his trousers, but he is just as eager to get past that barrier as well. The kiss breaks with Caleb's gasp as Yussa is the first to succeed in that, reaching into his jeans and stroking his cock with only his smalls between them. His length pulses, heavy and hot, under that touch and he can barely keep his hips from jumping up to meet it. He isn't going to remain half hard for long.

Caleb's hands are hurried as he works open on the buttons at Yussa's waist, and as soon as he is able to, slips a hand inside and into his smalls to cup his cunt in his palm. Two fingers crook up and rub along his slit, spreading the slickness there as a hum of approval rumbles in Caleb's chest at how warm he feels.

"How many fingers should I give you first, hm?" he wonders, low and rough with want. "Are you open enough for two?"
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-19 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
With one hand between Yussa's legs, the other slides up his back beneath his shirt. Caleb licks his lips, the bottom one smarting, and makes an approving noise. His fingers drag back and forth through his folds, skimming over his clit and testing his entrance. He feels slick and soft, inviting, and when Caleb presses slowly deeper, his cunt yields for both fingers together.

"Oh, yes," he breathes. They sink in all the way to the last knuckle, cradled in his tight heat. He could barely fit one in first thing last night, and now he can curl and rub at his walls with two with barely any resistance. That he'd fucked him well enough last night for that--gods. His cock throbs under Yussa's hand. "Perfect. So perfect."

He can see nothing, working entirely behind the barrier of Yussa's clothing, so Caleb watches his face instead.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-20 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yussa is going to ruin him with just two words. All this sweet boy, sweet thing is driving him mad with the desire to prove them true, to be exactly as sweet as Yussa needs him to be. Caleb's fingers rock gently inside him, and he holds Yussa close as the other man adjusts to being so full.

As attractive as Caleb had found his intimidating professor this morning, he thinks he likes him this way even more, beautifully open and receptive. The man this morning was untouchable. This one is begging to be fucked, kissing him and grinding eagerly on his hand.

"I do want to properly undress you before we get carried away," he agrees, nudging his forehead to Yussa's. Showing the same care as when he'd pressed them inside, Caleb slowly eases his fingers from Yussa's cunt. They come out predictably wet, and he smears them over his clit, rubbing teasingly light before withdrawing his hand from the open front of Yussa's trousers entirely. "There we go," he murmurs.

If Yussa is at all unsteady when getting up, Caleb's arm is there behind his back to steady him.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-21 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
As Caleb enters his bedroom and sees Yussa undressing, it strikes him again that this is his second time here in as many days. In most circumstances, a reveal like this morning's would have killed whatever has started between them before it could really begin. But not this, not them. They fit so well together already; the attraction between them is powerful and undeniable. In Yussa's presence Caleb is content and comfortable in a way he rarely is around anyone, let alone someone he has just met. For him to find himself in Yussa's bedroom two nights in a row is evidence that he isn't the only one feeling this connection. He was invited.

Smiling mostly to himself, he pulls his sweater off over his head on his way over to the bed, followed by the thin teeshirt beneath. Both are left on the floor as he finishes the job Yussa had started downstairs and shucks his jeans as well, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull them down his legs. But he watches Yussa as he does this, and as soon as his hands are free, he reaches for him. His hands land on his lower back and skim down to his waist, where a playful but insistent pull guides him to stand between Caleb's spread knees. Pleased, Caleb presses a kiss to the soft brown skin right in front of his face, nuzzling against Yussa's stomach.

He is, truly, just happy to be here.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-21 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Caleb melts against the warmth of Yussa's mouth, leaning up into the kiss and pulling the elf unconsciously closer in the process as he clutches him tighter. Yussa's lips are so soft, and Caleb can't help wanting to kiss him deeper. His tongue presses into the silky heat of his mouth, and Caleb's soft groan is muffled there. Gods, this is good. Without Yussa's trousers in the way, his hands sweep down over his hips and back to give his ass a playful squeeze.

When he draws back, it's with a half dazed smile. The fingers stroking through his hair feel so good that he almost wants to just lean against Yussa and let that continue. But there is so much more he wants, and if last night is any indication, Yussa won't be able to keep himself from touching his hair no matter how they end up.

So he slides off his smallclothes without much ceremony, showing just how much talking and kissing and fingering Yussa in his lap and anticipation of more have effected him, and tries to draw Yussa along with another parting kiss. Tonight it's Caleb who moves invitingly to the center of the bed with a come-hither look, stretching out on his side and patting the space next to him. His cock is heavy and hot with arousal even if he isn't yet fully stiff, and since he isn't imposing the same rules on himself as he had last night, there is no reason he shouldn't reach down and give himself a few slow strokes, almost casual. It feels especially self-indulgent to touch himself while he knows Yussa is watching, while he can see Yussa watching.
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-25 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Gasping against Yussa's mouth, Caleb's hips tilt toward him automatically. With the warm pressure of slim fingers covering his own and the slow, sensuous rub of his thumb across the damp head of his cock, he can't help it. There's a quiet but resonant groan from deep in his chest as the elf's teeth sink lightly into his lip before they part with a soft wet noise.

He can't believe he gets to do this a second time. More than that, even. Their conversation downstairs involved the intent for far more than that. A regular arrangement. Gods, Caleb is already too far gone. This man is going to become an obsession.

Resting their foreheads together and breathing the same warm, humid air, Caleb drags Yussa's hand with his in a slow stroke along his length, hot and full beneath their combined touch. "I cannot wait to be inside you again," he confesses in a gravelly murmur. "I would like it if you would keep touching me while I, ah...pick up where I left off with my fingers."
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[personal profile] blumenthal 2022-07-25 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
As Yussa moves to perch over him, Caleb obligingly rolls onto his back, feeling heat pool even more intensely under his skin. When prompted, he releases his grip so that Yussa can take over. Caleb watches his hand move lightly over his dick, and the sight is mouthwatering--Yussa, smirking, stroking a comparatively thick cock jutting out between his thighs.

Sometimes he is very, very glad for his excellent memory.

Caleb doesn't need more of an invitation to push his hand between Yussa's legs, dragging two fingers from his wet opening to his swollen clit. They're so close together that his knuckles brush over his own tightly drawn balls, then the root of his cock. He breathes a soft, pleasantly startled noise, but isn't deterred from his task, which has the whole of his attention. He rubs flat circles with his fingers, spreading Yussa's slick around. The sound is already obscene, especially as Yussa's fluid glosses his folds, the crease of his thighs. There is something very satisfying about making a mess of such a powerful, put together man, and Caleb can't help humming with pride.

With slick fingers he nudges his folds aside to take the base of his hard clit between his thumb and index finger. Caleb gently massages him at the root, starting to lightly jerk him off and brushing the head with his thumb in the process, an echo of what Yussa had done to him.

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