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?"
Yussa's breathing changes as Caleb gets a hand beneath his clothes, quickly finding his slick slit. He rocks his hips, chasing the light friction now that they are bare skin against skin, even if it is only like this. Yussa bites the other man's bottom lip and feels another little surge of wetness as Caleb proposes two right away. It's not quite twenty-four hours since they last fucked.
"Try it," he murmurs by way of encouragement, his accent heavier. He's excited, he was well-fucked last night, and after a couple of drinks he's feeling wonderfully relaxed - it might be possible. And if it's not, Yussa knows Caleb will take care of him. He's also finding he quite likes the way Caleb talks when he's feeling bold.
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.
Yussa grabs Caleb's shoulder and moans as two fingers sink into him without resistance. He certainly feels it still, but gods, it's easier than he thought it would be. Color rises high in his cheeks and his cunt briefly tightens around Caleb's fingers as they rub against him. Unlike the impassive instructor at the head of the class earlier, Yussa's expression now betrays every moment of pleasure - he isn't trying to hide anything.
There isn't much room for Caleb's hand to move, but it doesn't need to. Yussa rocks his hips and kisses Caleb again with a renewed urgency. He shifts, attempting to grind against the heel of Caleb's hand.
"Sweet thing," he whispers, voice tight. The caress of the other man's hand up his back is grounding. "I would let you have me here, but I think we both have earned a bed."
His couch is very comfortable, but his bed is even more so and they have more room there.
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.
Yussa sighs heavily as Caleb draws his fingers free with that last, teasing stroke over his clit. He slips out of the younger man's lap, not quite so far-gone yet that he needs to worry about his balance. His fingers brush along Caleb's jaw, drawing away with a come-hither gesture as Yussa heads for the stairs. He untucks his blouse the rest of the way and begins to unbutton it on his way up.
His bedroom is much the same as it was last night. The bed is made and there is a different nearly-empty mug on the nightstand. Yussa shrugs out of his blouse and tosses it over the armchair near the window - the teacups from the previous evening are gone. The trip upstairs gives Yussa a bit of time to clear his head, but gods, he looks forward to Caleb clouding it again. He's unbuttoning his trousers completely by the time Caleb catches up. The lights in the room are already on, bright enough to see by but low enough to create an atmosphere conducive to what they're about to do.
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.
Yussa pauses what he's doing when Caleb comes into the room. A smile curves his mouth as the younger man sits on the edge of his bed to get out of his jeans and he takes a moment to admire how much of him is bare. He likes the way that Caleb reaches for him, enjoys very much the stroke of gentle and calloused hands over his bare sides. Elegant fingers stroke through Caleb's hair as warm lips press against Yussa's stomach; the other hand lightly brushes over the freckles on the younger man's shoulder. It's a sweet gesture and Yussa is content to answer it with gentle affection. Perhaps it would be more prudent to end this, but Yussa has always gone his own way when it suits him.
And he's glad that he has. This feels good, and it's been far too long since he had a lover - a real one, not just a one-night affair here or there. Caleb interests him and his skill is undeniable. And he likes what they may be able to do for each other, with each other.
He finishes unfastening his trousers. With that done, they are loose enough for the fabric to fall down his hips to his thighs. He pushes at them, gives a brief little shimmy to get them to fall the rest of the way. Then Yussa tips Caleb's chin up so that he can press a kiss to the other man's mouth, full of warmth and promise.
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.
The way Caleb touches him is refreshing in so many ways. Yussa is accustomed to most people considering him untouchable - he has worked to cultivate that air for decades and the effort has paid off, but there is a cost.
He smiles as Caleb draws away from him, easing further onto the bed and looking terribly tempting. Yussa slips out of his smalls before he slinks onto the bed. As soon as he's close enough, his hand slides over Caleb's where it's wrapped arounds his cock. He doesn't try to stop Caleb or guide the way he touches himself, just uses this as a way to participate as he leans in for another kiss.
There is excitement in this exploration - Caleb is already showing him a different side than the one he saw last night and Yussa wants to see more of it. His thumb rubs over the head of Caleb's cock and he gently bites his bottom lip before breaking the kiss.
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."
Yussa closes his eyes for a moment when their brows touch, enjoying the closeness and the building excitement. They flash open again when Caleb speaks.
"As you like," he murmurs. He moves to properly straddle Caleb's hips. "Far be it from me to leave you neglected."
He presses another kiss to Caleb's mouth, sighs against it as his hand moves. He coaxes Caleb to let go and immediately takes over for him, finding the same pace the younger man was keeping. If it means Caleb can touch him again, Yussa is more than happy to be of assistance. Besides, he enjoys the feel of his lover's cock, thrilled to feel Caleb's excitement in the throb against his palm.
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.
Yussa braces his hand against the bed as Caleb lays back and he makes a quiet sound as Caleb's fingers stroke up his slit. He should lift his hips more, but he doesn't. He trusts Caleb will encourage him to move if he needs to change the angle of his hand.
He breathes in sharply as the younger man rubs his cunt, spreading wetness and encouraging more. The slick sound is obscenely exciting. Yussa gives a small push of his hips, chasing the pressure of Caleb's hand while still trying to give the other man the freedom to do as he likes. His palm sweeps over the head of Caleb's cock, smearing the precome there and stroking it down his length. He feels thick in his hand, and he knows exactly how Caleb will feel inside him.
Slick fingers stroke his clit directly, drawing a soft, sharp cry from Yussa's lips. He whispers in Elvish and his hand falters on Caleb's cock as the rush of sensation distracts him. He's managed to keep his breathing even so far, but now it comes quicker as he tries to meet the rub of Caleb's fingers and thumb.
"That's it. Fuck my fingers all you like," Caleb encourages breathlessly, eyes dark and bright and focused, drinking in the sight of Yussa over him, the sounds he makes in pleasure, the almost reserved rut of his hips toward his hand. His cock is blood-hot and dripping precome in Yussa's grip, no matter how uneven the rhythm of his strokes. "I want to make you feel good." He brings his other hand to Yussa's side and reaches for a nipple with his thumb, feeling the soft give of his breast beneath his touch and the rise and fall of his chest as his breath comes faster.
Caleb switches from concentrated rubbing to light, slow strokes that just graze over heated skin, from Yussa's slick, stiff clit down to his twitching, silky smooth entrance.
"Gods," he breathes, looking up at him. "You are so wet."
The rough pads of his middle and ring fingers play over the opening of his cunt a few moments longer before something shifts low in his gut and he has to press them in, a little less careful than he had downstairs. Yussa is so much more aroused now, and he takes both fingers beautifully all the way to the last knuckle, until Caleb is holding his slick and sensitive sex in his cupped palm. The heel of his hand grinds against his clit as his fingers pump slowly into him.
Yussa tries to remember that he'd said he would keep stroking Caleb's cock through this. His eyes are nearly closed as he does exactly that - he tries to fuck the fingers stroking him.
He feels like he could hit his peak like this and a soft, almost frustrated cry escapes him when Caleb's fingers move. His cunt throbs as the younger man rubs over his entrance, reminding him just how wet he is. Yussa moans with relief as Caleb's fingers push into him. He sinks lower, panting as they slide in as deep as they can. His hand is still on Caleb's cock, but it's stopped moving as Caleb cups his hand.
Golden eyes fall shut and Yussa starts moving. He tries to ride Caleb's fingers, tries to grind against the heel of his hand as his lover's fingers work in and out of him. Slick walls squeeze and throb around them and Yussa doesn't try to stop it when he feels the building tension in him break.
He moans, startled by the suddenness of his orgasm as it hits him hard. His entire body shivers.
That Yussa soon forgets all about stroking him even while he still lays heavy in his hand is actually rather charming. Distracted by his own pleasure, he moves over him, against and into his hand, onto his fingers. He is perfectly hot and soft inside, and Caleb explores the effect of his touch, noting which movements consistently prompt a squeeze or shiver from the man grinding down on him.
More quickly than Caleb expected, Yussa moans as orgasm rolls through him, clenching around his fingers as he rides it out. Rapt and thrilled at pulling a seemingly intense climax from him, Caleb keeps on rubbing them firmly in and out for as long as his quivering lasts, feeling intimately the difference in the tension Yussa carries before this release and after. His thumb continues to circle his nipple, putting enough pressure there to make such a sensitive spot ache sweetly.
He wants to be closer, to hold him, when he fucks him tonight. He wants to be closer now. With a wet noise he withdraws his fingers from Yussa's cunt and raises them to his lips, where he sucks them clean with an appreciative hum, smearing his mouth and chin with his slick palm in the process.
"Come lay down with me," he coaxes warmly. "I do not think you will need much more to make you ready tonight."
Yussa trembles over Caleb, panting quietly as the other man works him through his orgasm. He bites his lip as Caleb's thumb strokes over his nipple, sending pleasant little shocks right to his core. The pressure makes his breath catch - even the ache feels good. Remembering himself, his hand moves, stroking slowly as Caleb winds him down.
He manages not to whine as Caleb pulls his fingers free. His eyes open in time to see Caleb licking and sucking his fingers clean and his cunt throbs in response. Yussa moves slowly and slides off to the side of the man beneath him. He manages to do so without seeming like he's just collapsing. His hand stays on the other man's cock, thumb stroking along the side of it before he gives another full stroke.
"Am I not ready now?" he asks with warm amusement. A little more, Caleb suggests. Yussa wonders what that looks like to his lover.
Caleb nearly chuckles as Yussa seems to finally remember to stroke him, but manages to restrain himself to a smile that reaches his eyes, deepening the lines at the corners. It becomes a little less funny once Yussa has settled on the bed beside him and gives his cock more focused attention. The deliberate way he touches him steals Caleb's breath for a moment.
"Ja, you seem very ready to me," he replies, low and warm. He slides an arm beneath Yussa around his waist to bring him closer as he turns onto his side facing him. Nuzzling into his neck, he leaves soft kisses to contrast the prickle of his beard. "I think it will be a bit of a stretch still, but doable." He imagines the other wizard might like that, even.
He loves the way Yussa's hand looks on him so much that he's loath to lose it, but he is eager to fill him more intimately. Caleb cradles his slim hips and does a little of the manhandling Yussa had encouraged earlier tonight, expending some effort to turn the other man onto his side as well and pull him back against his chest. His cock slots nicely against the curve of his ass, and Caleb can't help grinding against him as he feels a heady little thrill at accomplishing this small act of physical strength.
The tenderness Caleb offers as he cradles Yussa close is sweet. The archmage closes his eyes and tips his head, leaving more of his neck exposed to Caleb's wandering kisses as warm lips trace over delicate skin.
Even if he's given permission - and encouraged - a bit of rough use, Yussa is still surprised when Caleb turns him and drags him close again. It doesn't hurt that he's nearly a foot shorter than the other man. He rocks back against Caleb when he feels the firm pressure of his cock against his ass. How can he not get a thrill from that when he can feel how much this man wants him?
Yussa reaches back to brush his hand over Caleb's cheek and his hair, not really attempting to hold onto him but wanting to touch him. He slides his leg back over Caleb's thigh, trying to open himself up more, to make it easier for his lover to get to his cunt when he decides he wants it.
Yussa's completely wordless acquiesce to this new position turns Caleb on in a way he really hadn't expected. How he grinds back against him and lifts his leg to grant easier access to his cunt is incredibly compelling. He doesn't quite manage to stifle a low moan against his neck as he meets the affectionate brush of fingers against his face and through his hair.
"You want it now? Just like this?" he rasps close to the elf's ear, kissing from the pointed tip down to the lobe. It takes only a tilt of his hips and a touch to guide his cock between Yussa's legs and in a slick thrust along his slit through the heat of his soaked folds. His breath is short, and before he can distract himself with rutting like this, he thumbs the head into place against his entrance and feels the soft, tempting give of his opening. Gods, yes. Finally.
His hand leaves his cock and smooths down the outside of Yussa's thigh, sliding beneath his knee to draw his leg up. Lightheaded with how close he is to pushing inside him, he holds it there, keeping him spread open.
"I have been thinking about fucking you since last night," he murmurs, accent heavy and honeyed. Since roughly this time yesterday. "I thought about it in class today. You were so tight and perfect, coming on my cock and needing me to fill you up. I can't wait to make you feel that good again, schatz."
Hooking his chin over Yussa's shoulder gives him a perfect view of his cock sinking slowly into his cunt. The flared head and the first several inches are surrounded by wet heat, stretched wide but relaxed from his recent orgasm. It feels like his cunt is trying to drag him in, fluttering and pulsing, and Caleb sighs Yussa's name. His fingers flex and tighten their hold beneath his lover's knee and his cock throbs, partway inside him and dripping precome that gets rubbed against clinging walls as he presses deeper.
Yussa shivers as Caleb kisses down the sensitive line of his ear and his fingers tighten where they hold onto the younger man as he moves. He can feel the slide of Caleb's cock against his slick cunt and Yussa cannot help the breathy sound that escapes him when it presses against his entrance. It isn't enough and he cants his hips, trying to encourage Caleb even as a calloused hand slides up his thigh to hold beneath his knee.
"During class? Tsk." He clicks his tongue, but the chiding doesn't sound particularly convincing, especially with the way his breath catches in his throat as Caleb finally sinks deeper. Yussa nearly whimpers as his body yields, accepting Caleb far easier than it had last night. "Caleb--"
He breathes in sharply, cutting himself off. He's not so far-gone that he will beg, but gods, he could get there. Yussa moves his hips, trying to sink down further on his lover's cock even as Caleb presses deeper. He feels a sharper throb of arousal when he realizes Caleb is watching everything over his shoulder. Yussa looks down at the places their bodies join and his other hand brushes over his stretched opening and the firm flesh of Caleb's cock.
"Yes, professor?" he teases. Though his voice is husky with arousal, his tone is light. He smiles wide as he nuzzles against the underside of Yussa's jaw, pressing beard-rough kisses there before his attention is inevitably drawn back down his lover's body. Yussa takes his cock inch by inch, partially of his own doing as he grinds back against him. Caleb watches hungrily. The press of his own hips is slow but unrelenting, all one slick, smooth slide. Yussa can take it; he can feel how ready he is.
His unsteady breath gets a little louder, stuttering noticeably as Yussa feels out the place they're joined. Slender fingers trace over hot, sensitive, taut skin, and Caleb sees his cock give a stiff twitch, buried more than halfway inside him. They look good together; a contrast of golden brown and red-flushed, all wet and glistening, Yussa's cunt stretched wide at his entrance around the girth of his cock in a way that looks positively obscene to Caleb, but also satisfies some deep, vulgar craving he was previously unaware of.
"Fuck," he breathes, "you are so incredible." His hips give a sharper snap forward to bury the last of his length in the older man's soft heat, bottoming out as fully as he can in this position. He moans, low and rough, but gives neither of them time to rest. He savors the drag of his cock along supple walls that perfectly cradle him as he eases out just far enough to rub back in again with a deep, firm thrust.
"Is that part of the thrill now?" he asks, breathless but amused when Caleb uses his title. But then the sharp snap as Caleb pushes as deep as he can forces a soft cry from parted lips. He can feel Caleb's cock twitch and his cunt squeezes around it. He's urgently aware of how full he is, how obscene this must look as his lover's chin presses against his shoulder. Yussa closes his eyes and arches his back with the next hard thrust.
He likes the way Caleb sounds like this, breathless and husky and warm. Yussa lolls his head back, getting as close to the other man as he can and baring more of his neck to Caleb's attention. He's too focused on his own pleasure and on feeling the way Caleb's body reacts to his to comment on the younger wizard's impertinence. Later.
Yussa's hand leaves his stretched cunt and slides up his body to grip his breast, elegant fingers a bit rough as he plucks and teases a dark nipple. He murmurs something that might be praise, but it certainly isn't in Common.
Caleb's almost inaudible huff of laughter is a hot gust of breath against Yussa's neck as he covers his exposed skin in scattered, reverent kisses, each filled with as much admiration as his words of praise. It is part of the thrill now, a little bit. How could it not be? Each new thing Caleb learns about Yussa makes him more appealing. The contrast between his command of the classroom this morning and the way he gives himself over entirely now is incredibly sexy. He is soft and pliant in Caleb's hold, apparently confident in Caleb's ability to give him the pleasure he wants. Caleb would be willing to bet that this wouldn't be happening this way if he hadn't proven himself so capable last night. That boosts his own confidence; though he is performing in a less obviously submissive role tonight, he is as eager to please as ever.
Holding the older man's leg securely up and out of the way, Caleb watches, mesmerized, as his cock drags in and out of the tight grip of his cunt with every roll of his hips against his ass. Yussa is a vision, fondling his own chest and speaking sweet-sounding words in a language Caleb doesn't know. He really will have to cast Tongues next time.
His pace is a far cry from slow and ponderous, but it isn't hurried either. Just measured enough that they can both enjoy the fullness and friction of each thrust. Caleb is driving himself a little out of his mind, admittedly, the drawn-out focused pleasure of it almost too good. Soft panting breaths warm Yussa's neck between kisses. The arm Caleb had slid beneath Yussa's waist earlier is a boon now, giving him a hand free to skim lightly down his stomach and brush fingertips so very gently over his clit, caressing the stiff shape of it where it swells out from his folds.
"I should learn Elvish," he murmurs dreamily, half to himself.
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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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"Try it," he murmurs by way of encouragement, his accent heavier. He's excited, he was well-fucked last night, and after a couple of drinks he's feeling wonderfully relaxed - it might be possible. And if it's not, Yussa knows Caleb will take care of him. He's also finding he quite likes the way Caleb talks when he's feeling bold.
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"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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There isn't much room for Caleb's hand to move, but it doesn't need to. Yussa rocks his hips and kisses Caleb again with a renewed urgency. He shifts, attempting to grind against the heel of Caleb's hand.
"Sweet thing," he whispers, voice tight. The caress of the other man's hand up his back is grounding. "I would let you have me here, but I think we both have earned a bed."
His couch is very comfortable, but his bed is even more so and they have more room there.
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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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His bedroom is much the same as it was last night. The bed is made and there is a different nearly-empty mug on the nightstand. Yussa shrugs out of his blouse and tosses it over the armchair near the window - the teacups from the previous evening are gone. The trip upstairs gives Yussa a bit of time to clear his head, but gods, he looks forward to Caleb clouding it again. He's unbuttoning his trousers completely by the time Caleb catches up. The lights in the room are already on, bright enough to see by but low enough to create an atmosphere conducive to what they're about to do.
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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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And he's glad that he has. This feels good, and it's been far too long since he had a lover - a real one, not just a one-night affair here or there. Caleb interests him and his skill is undeniable. And he likes what they may be able to do for each other, with each other.
He finishes unfastening his trousers. With that done, they are loose enough for the fabric to fall down his hips to his thighs. He pushes at them, gives a brief little shimmy to get them to fall the rest of the way. Then Yussa tips Caleb's chin up so that he can press a kiss to the other man's mouth, full of warmth and promise.
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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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He smiles as Caleb draws away from him, easing further onto the bed and looking terribly tempting. Yussa slips out of his smalls before he slinks onto the bed. As soon as he's close enough, his hand slides over Caleb's where it's wrapped arounds his cock. He doesn't try to stop Caleb or guide the way he touches himself, just uses this as a way to participate as he leans in for another kiss.
There is excitement in this exploration - Caleb is already showing him a different side than the one he saw last night and Yussa wants to see more of it. His thumb rubs over the head of Caleb's cock and he gently bites his bottom lip before breaking the kiss.
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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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"As you like," he murmurs. He moves to properly straddle Caleb's hips. "Far be it from me to leave you neglected."
He presses another kiss to Caleb's mouth, sighs against it as his hand moves. He coaxes Caleb to let go and immediately takes over for him, finding the same pace the younger man was keeping. If it means Caleb can touch him again, Yussa is more than happy to be of assistance. Besides, he enjoys the feel of his lover's cock, thrilled to feel Caleb's excitement in the throb against his palm.
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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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He breathes in sharply as the younger man rubs his cunt, spreading wetness and encouraging more. The slick sound is obscenely exciting. Yussa gives a small push of his hips, chasing the pressure of Caleb's hand while still trying to give the other man the freedom to do as he likes. His palm sweeps over the head of Caleb's cock, smearing the precome there and stroking it down his length. He feels thick in his hand, and he knows exactly how Caleb will feel inside him.
Slick fingers stroke his clit directly, drawing a soft, sharp cry from Yussa's lips. He whispers in Elvish and his hand falters on Caleb's cock as the rush of sensation distracts him. He's managed to keep his breathing even so far, but now it comes quicker as he tries to meet the rub of Caleb's fingers and thumb.
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Caleb switches from concentrated rubbing to light, slow strokes that just graze over heated skin, from Yussa's slick, stiff clit down to his twitching, silky smooth entrance.
"Gods," he breathes, looking up at him. "You are so wet."
The rough pads of his middle and ring fingers play over the opening of his cunt a few moments longer before something shifts low in his gut and he has to press them in, a little less careful than he had downstairs. Yussa is so much more aroused now, and he takes both fingers beautifully all the way to the last knuckle, until Caleb is holding his slick and sensitive sex in his cupped palm. The heel of his hand grinds against his clit as his fingers pump slowly into him.
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He feels like he could hit his peak like this and a soft, almost frustrated cry escapes him when Caleb's fingers move. His cunt throbs as the younger man rubs over his entrance, reminding him just how wet he is. Yussa moans with relief as Caleb's fingers push into him. He sinks lower, panting as they slide in as deep as they can. His hand is still on Caleb's cock, but it's stopped moving as Caleb cups his hand.
Golden eyes fall shut and Yussa starts moving. He tries to ride Caleb's fingers, tries to grind against the heel of his hand as his lover's fingers work in and out of him. Slick walls squeeze and throb around them and Yussa doesn't try to stop it when he feels the building tension in him break.
He moans, startled by the suddenness of his orgasm as it hits him hard. His entire body shivers.
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More quickly than Caleb expected, Yussa moans as orgasm rolls through him, clenching around his fingers as he rides it out. Rapt and thrilled at pulling a seemingly intense climax from him, Caleb keeps on rubbing them firmly in and out for as long as his quivering lasts, feeling intimately the difference in the tension Yussa carries before this release and after. His thumb continues to circle his nipple, putting enough pressure there to make such a sensitive spot ache sweetly.
He wants to be closer, to hold him, when he fucks him tonight. He wants to be closer now. With a wet noise he withdraws his fingers from Yussa's cunt and raises them to his lips, where he sucks them clean with an appreciative hum, smearing his mouth and chin with his slick palm in the process.
"Come lay down with me," he coaxes warmly. "I do not think you will need much more to make you ready tonight."
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He manages not to whine as Caleb pulls his fingers free. His eyes open in time to see Caleb licking and sucking his fingers clean and his cunt throbs in response. Yussa moves slowly and slides off to the side of the man beneath him. He manages to do so without seeming like he's just collapsing. His hand stays on the other man's cock, thumb stroking along the side of it before he gives another full stroke.
"Am I not ready now?" he asks with warm amusement. A little more, Caleb suggests. Yussa wonders what that looks like to his lover.
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"Ja, you seem very ready to me," he replies, low and warm. He slides an arm beneath Yussa around his waist to bring him closer as he turns onto his side facing him. Nuzzling into his neck, he leaves soft kisses to contrast the prickle of his beard. "I think it will be a bit of a stretch still, but doable." He imagines the other wizard might like that, even.
He loves the way Yussa's hand looks on him so much that he's loath to lose it, but he is eager to fill him more intimately. Caleb cradles his slim hips and does a little of the manhandling Yussa had encouraged earlier tonight, expending some effort to turn the other man onto his side as well and pull him back against his chest. His cock slots nicely against the curve of his ass, and Caleb can't help grinding against him as he feels a heady little thrill at accomplishing this small act of physical strength.
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Even if he's given permission - and encouraged - a bit of rough use, Yussa is still surprised when Caleb turns him and drags him close again. It doesn't hurt that he's nearly a foot shorter than the other man. He rocks back against Caleb when he feels the firm pressure of his cock against his ass. How can he not get a thrill from that when he can feel how much this man wants him?
Yussa reaches back to brush his hand over Caleb's cheek and his hair, not really attempting to hold onto him but wanting to touch him. He slides his leg back over Caleb's thigh, trying to open himself up more, to make it easier for his lover to get to his cunt when he decides he wants it.
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"You want it now? Just like this?" he rasps close to the elf's ear, kissing from the pointed tip down to the lobe. It takes only a tilt of his hips and a touch to guide his cock between Yussa's legs and in a slick thrust along his slit through the heat of his soaked folds. His breath is short, and before he can distract himself with rutting like this, he thumbs the head into place against his entrance and feels the soft, tempting give of his opening. Gods, yes. Finally.
His hand leaves his cock and smooths down the outside of Yussa's thigh, sliding beneath his knee to draw his leg up. Lightheaded with how close he is to pushing inside him, he holds it there, keeping him spread open.
"I have been thinking about fucking you since last night," he murmurs, accent heavy and honeyed. Since roughly this time yesterday. "I thought about it in class today. You were so tight and perfect, coming on my cock and needing me to fill you up. I can't wait to make you feel that good again, schatz."
Hooking his chin over Yussa's shoulder gives him a perfect view of his cock sinking slowly into his cunt. The flared head and the first several inches are surrounded by wet heat, stretched wide but relaxed from his recent orgasm. It feels like his cunt is trying to drag him in, fluttering and pulsing, and Caleb sighs Yussa's name. His fingers flex and tighten their hold beneath his lover's knee and his cock throbs, partway inside him and dripping precome that gets rubbed against clinging walls as he presses deeper.
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"During class? Tsk." He clicks his tongue, but the chiding doesn't sound particularly convincing, especially with the way his breath catches in his throat as Caleb finally sinks deeper. Yussa nearly whimpers as his body yields, accepting Caleb far easier than it had last night. "Caleb--"
He breathes in sharply, cutting himself off. He's not so far-gone that he will beg, but gods, he could get there. Yussa moves his hips, trying to sink down further on his lover's cock even as Caleb presses deeper. He feels a sharper throb of arousal when he realizes Caleb is watching everything over his shoulder. Yussa looks down at the places their bodies join and his other hand brushes over his stretched opening and the firm flesh of Caleb's cock.
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His unsteady breath gets a little louder, stuttering noticeably as Yussa feels out the place they're joined. Slender fingers trace over hot, sensitive, taut skin, and Caleb sees his cock give a stiff twitch, buried more than halfway inside him. They look good together; a contrast of golden brown and red-flushed, all wet and glistening, Yussa's cunt stretched wide at his entrance around the girth of his cock in a way that looks positively obscene to Caleb, but also satisfies some deep, vulgar craving he was previously unaware of.
"Fuck," he breathes, "you are so incredible." His hips give a sharper snap forward to bury the last of his length in the older man's soft heat, bottoming out as fully as he can in this position. He moans, low and rough, but gives neither of them time to rest. He savors the drag of his cock along supple walls that perfectly cradle him as he eases out just far enough to rub back in again with a deep, firm thrust.
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He likes the way Caleb sounds like this, breathless and husky and warm. Yussa lolls his head back, getting as close to the other man as he can and baring more of his neck to Caleb's attention. He's too focused on his own pleasure and on feeling the way Caleb's body reacts to his to comment on the younger wizard's impertinence. Later.
Yussa's hand leaves his stretched cunt and slides up his body to grip his breast, elegant fingers a bit rough as he plucks and teases a dark nipple. He murmurs something that might be praise, but it certainly isn't in Common.
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Holding the older man's leg securely up and out of the way, Caleb watches, mesmerized, as his cock drags in and out of the tight grip of his cunt with every roll of his hips against his ass. Yussa is a vision, fondling his own chest and speaking sweet-sounding words in a language Caleb doesn't know. He really will have to cast Tongues next time.
His pace is a far cry from slow and ponderous, but it isn't hurried either. Just measured enough that they can both enjoy the fullness and friction of each thrust. Caleb is driving himself a little out of his mind, admittedly, the drawn-out focused pleasure of it almost too good. Soft panting breaths warm Yussa's neck between kisses. The arm Caleb had slid beneath Yussa's waist earlier is a boon now, giving him a hand free to skim lightly down his stomach and brush fingertips so very gently over his clit, caressing the stiff shape of it where it swells out from his folds.
"I should learn Elvish," he murmurs dreamily, half to himself.
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