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.
Caleb's performance the night before has certainly become an unintended audition, or at the very least an argument for indulging this. Without it, Yussa would likely not pursue this at all should he have met Caleb first as a student and later in a club. He might have avoided the younger man altogether outside of professional settings, or at the very least ones that may be seen as appropriate for such meetings. Yussa has no desire to abuse his power over students, nor does he wish to be subject of speculation and rumor.
But he knows now what is at his fingertips, and while there are many temptations he is capable of resisting, this one is proving difficult. Especially when the temptation is so eager to be had.
Yussa pants for breath, feeling too hot all over as Caleb's grip on his leg keeps him open and exposed. His hips jerk as his lover's fingers stroke over his clit, drawing a ragged moan from him. He grinds back against his lover as he meets the next firm thrust of his hips. He can feel his orgasm building with increasing urgency.
"You should," he gasps out. "Not--not everything will bend to a spell."
Comprehend Languages or Tongues will only get so far, or nowhere at all if there is any protection in place against such a spell. Yussa gives up speaking with the next slick stroke of Caleb's fingers
Caleb's pulse is thundering, his breath is ragged, and still he feels a leap of excitement in his chest at Yussa's response to his idle musing.
"And you want me to know--mm, exactly what you are saying?" he breathes close to his ear, grazing the lobe with his teeth before sliding his lips along his jaw. Yussa's encouragement in this is, as with several other things Caleb has discovered in this bed, unexpectedly arousing.
The elven wizard's hips cant forward into the stroke of his fingers and back against the heavier thrust of his cock, instinctive and deeply alluring as he concentrates on the pressure welling up inside him. Caleb is attentive, fucking him soundly and taking plenty of his own pleasure in it, but focused on how Yussa moves against him, on what's making him feel good. Yussa's first orgasm was not long ago, and Caleb would love nothing more than to bring him to another so quickly.
With Yussa's insistence, his fingers smear more firmly and messily over his clit, everything slick and slippery. His cock fills his cunt with each firm grind in, rocks a little against his walls deep inside to enjoy it, and then pulls back, savoring the slide out in the same way. He could do it faster or harder, but it wouldn't feel indulgent and decadent like this does, like he's appreciating every tremor and flutter of Yussa's body around him and giving him the same back, focusing his rocking thrusts against the tender places that make him react that way.
He would like very much to continue this conversation, but Caleb is very quickly making that impossible. He catches on to every little need and follows through with impeccable skill, until Yussa cannot imagine stringing together proper sentences at all. The precision with which this man can drive him to such heights is astounding, and exciting.
"Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches in his throat and all that comes out after is a heavy moan as the younger man's fingers rub against his clit, creating a sense of building tension. He can feel it low in his belly and in his cunt, punctuated by ever stroke of Caleb's cock inside him. When his orgasm finally hits, Yussa tenses and pulls against the hand holding his leg up. It's hardly intentional, a reaction dragged from him along with the pleasure that crashes through him.
He rides it out with Caleb fucking him at his own pace, neither demanding nor lazy. His cunt flutters and squeezes around his lover's cock, trying to milk it as shocks of bliss race over his nerves.
Yussa's chest heaves gently as he presses back against Caleb, trusting that the other man will move him if that is what he needs. It is taking all his effort not to simply go boneless in Caleb's arms.
Hearing his name like this again makes Caleb groan against Yussa's throat, muttering encouragements in Zemnian as he strums over his clit and fucks him just so, until Yussa pulls tight and comes. He holds onto his leg as Yussa's muscles tense and try to drag it in, much like his cunt pulsing around his cock. It feels so good that he can do nothing but continue to fuck him, hips snapping to drive his cock into his clenching passage almost entirely without thought.
Despite a spectacular effort, Yussa's orgasm doesn't quite pull his own from him so quickly, and Caleb manages to slow as Yussa pushes back against him, trying to breathe again. Caleb lowers his bent leg gently back to the bed and curls both arms around his waist in a warm, solid embrace that drags the smaller man flush to his body. He buries his twitching cock deep in his still fluttering cunt, aching to come and eager to move.
"Can I keep going?" he asks in a low, breathless rush, "Or is that too much?"
Yussa is still breathing hard as Caleb guides his leg down. Feeling the other man push as deep as he can while his legs are more or less together earns a weak moan and his cunt throbs. It makes the fit feel tighter, as if it wasn't in the first place.
He lays against Caleb, eyes closed as the younger man wraps around him.
"Yes," he murmurs. "Yes, keep going."
Yussa feels boneless, and while another night he may demand Caleb wait until he is ready again, he will not do that now. He wants to feel Caleb come after all his effort.
Entirely prepared to stop for now if Yussa preferred it, Caleb nonetheless feels a wash of relief as he gives a quiet confirmation that he can continue. While he isn't close enough to come yet, he is getting there, and stopping now would be a real test of his patience. Caleb presses a grateful kiss just behind his ear.
"Tell me," he murmurs, "if it gets uncomfortable."
He doesn't think Yussa would have a problem doing so, but the reminder is there; he doesn't want to continue if Yussa isn't enjoying this in some way.
Pulling out slowly, he gives a harder thrust back in and a quiet moan against Yussa's skin. He's noticed too that it feels even tighter inside him with his legs closed, and he knows for certain he won't last long like this.
Humming low, Caleb begins fucking him slowly but deeply, rocking their bodies together in a smooth rhythm. He holds Yussa against him by his waist and mouths sweetly at his neck. His lover's exhausted body molds to fit him, his back arching when Caleb pulls him in at the right angle, hip to hip. He groans as his cock slides home heavily into the cradle of his body. Yussa's tight cunt has allowed him in, and now it's grown clingy instead.
Arousal spiking in a warm, quick build, he breathes in the heady scent of sex and sweat on Yussa's skin and listens to the wet sound of his cock grinding deeper into his cunt than he's been yet, feeling like he's been allowed something almost illicit with this, shamelessly seeking his pleasure in Yussa's body when Yussa is fucked-out and pleased already.
"You want me to come inside like this?" he breathes, though he's gotten that confirmation already. But now he wants to feel him want it, while he's buried in him, close.
This is one of those moments when being petite leads to something delicious. Caleb is wrapped around him, mouth and breath warm against his neck. It isn't difficult for his lover to hold him, to fuck him like this, and Yussa gets a thrill out of it as the younger man fucks him in earnest, seeking his own pleasure eagerly now that he has permission.
His eyes close and his lips stay parted as Caleb grinds against him. His entire world narrows to this - it's perfect. It's been too long since he had a lover that felt so attuned to him.
"Yes," he gasps, giving his permission again as Caleb pants against his neck. "Yes, don't stop."
The next thrust makes his breath hiccup and Yussa reaches back to grip Caleb's hair, as if worried the younger man might pull away. He's quite certain they are past that point. He can feel Caleb's cock throb in him, no doubt desperate for release. Yussa won't deny him now.
There's an intensity to Yussa even like this, lips parted and gasping as Caleb rocks into him. His contentment and his desire for this is a palpable thing between them--or perhaps Caleb really is that attuned to him. He's certainly spent a lot of the time since they met (was that really only last night?) focused on him.
"I won't," he promises, panting against his neck. Gods, he couldn't. He wants this too badly, and every time Yussa encourages him, he wants it even more. "I won't stop until I have given you everything."
When Yussa gathers the strength to move only to reach back and bury his slim fingers in his hair, Caleb's cock pulses inside him, aroused by the connection as much as the sharp pull. He whispers his name, clutching him close and pulling him back into thrusts that become more uneven, more desperate.
Caleb wonders what Yussa would think about being woken like this; with his legs pressed together (or spread) and his thighs slick and Caleb's cock already rocking against those deep, deep parts of him. Waking to the rhythm of the bed and the hot breaths against his neck, to being clutched against Caleb's chest.
The thought, filthy and shameful, is enough to make his gut clench down, and he spills suddenly into Yussa's cunt, burying a too-loud groan in his shoulder. A half second later his hips jolt forward insistently to press himself in all the way. His cock throbs and throbs, and it takes a long time to finish coming. His mind is muddled, and everything is muted except for the man he holds against him. Caleb hears his every gasp.
Yussa squeezes his thighs tighter together as Caleb ruts into him. His torso twists, the arm beneath his body braced against the bed as he turns more toward it without fully rolling over. That anchors him more against the bed and it keeps his hips right where Caleb wants them - right where the younger man is holding them, dragging him to meet every thrust as his rhythm breaks.
Gods, it's perfect.
He arches as Caleb pushes in hard and tries to muffle a moan against his shoulder. Yussa echoes the sound when he feels the younger man come, cock pulsing inside him. He slumps against the bed, fully boneless again and staying as he is by virtue of Caleb's hold on him and the ease of the position. All he can do is lay there, breathing hard as he comes down from the not-quite-orgasmic satisfaction that comes with knowing he's gotten his lover off. He can feel Caleb panting against his shoulder, skin damp with sweat. His fingers rub tiredly against Caleb's scalp before his hand falls completely, dropping back to the bed.
It's some time before he opens his eyes again, before he feels that his pulse and his breath have calmed enough to do anymore more than lay there. Yussa doesn't hurry to move, though, just smiles and says,
His faculties return to him slowly, sluggishly. He exhales from his nose, which is pressed against the place where Yussa's shoulder joins his neck. His hand slides from Yussa's waist up the center of his chest, palm settling flat between his breasts just to feel him breathe, one deep inhale at a time.
The lull as they lay together sweaty and spent is comfortable. It is the kind of ease and intimacy Caleb would expect only with someone he knows far better; certainly not a man he met yesterday night. Caleb is so careful about who he spends the occasional casual night with, who he dates, that he rarely does either of those things. So Yussa was already an exception. But nothing about this liaison has been what he expected, and so far only for the better. He can only hope that trend continues.
When Yussa finally stirs to speak, Caleb can hear the smile in his voice. He can't help smiling too, foolish and high on good sex and pleasing a man who should by all measures be miles out of his league. Yussa likes him enough to want more of this, to negotiate it with him specifically. Every time he thinks about that he feels slightly giddy.
"So did I, apparently," he agrees, and doesn't move either, except to kiss the back of Yussa's neck, then behind his ear. "I am glad it was what you wanted." There is no way it wouldn't be too much, wanting to hold him like this for the rest of the night. But he can dare small steps, maybe. His breath hitches before he asks, "Can I stay inside you a little longer?"
Yussa takes another deep breath and lets it go with a contented huff as Caleb kisses his neck. He turns his head - Caleb is too close to properly see without one or the other moving more - and the request has another smile flickering to life.
"Hm. Yes, you can." The little catch in Caleb's breathing caught his attention and Yussa wonders if he had to work up to asking. That should be rewarded, he thinks. Caleb should be willing to ask for the things he needs or wants. He caresses Caleb's cheek before relaxing more into his position.
Yussa likes how it feels, too. He likes the how Caleb's cock feels buried in him, spent but not fully soft yet. He shifts his hips, just to feel the slight movement inside him. He's rarely so quick to allow people close to him, and if he is quick, the affairs are brief. But there is something about Caleb Widogast that makes him feel at ease, and makes him curious enough to continue this to see where it will go. That Caleb clearly also needs or deeply wants something out of this means they are on more equal footing.
Caleb gives a warm, pleased hum at Yussa's agreement. His arms tighten around him, though dragging him closer is all but impossible, and his chin tips up to meet the affectionate touch to his cheek. He'll remain like this for as long as Yussa is willing to allow it--even if Yussa doesn't intend to remain quite as still as he was expecting.
The shift of Yussa's hips pulls a sharp gasp from Caleb at the friction against his sensitive cock, still with enough stiffness to grind on. There is a flare of heat in his belly, but it prickles with an edge of discomfort, of too much too soon. Intense as it is, he doesn't dislike it. He buries his face in the crook of Yussa's neck again with a heavier breath, but doesn't complain. In fact, he thinks of offering to get Yussa off again like this, of how sweetly it would ache to have him clenching and moving around him.
It seems like the sort of thing Yussa might enjoy. That they might enjoy together. He takes a moment to wonder at how quickly he's developed a sense for what their mutual tastes might be.
"Are you wanting a little more?" he asks, a warm murmur that is clearly an offer. "If I am not mistaken, you liked my fingers here quite a bit earlier." A hand moves low enough on Yussa's stomach that his fingers could brush his clit if he let them. He'd liked his fingers there too, the thrill of feeling him swell to fullness and stroking him until he couldn't help fucking into his hand.
It hadn't been his intention to start something, but the moment he hears Caleb's gasp, he wonders if he might like to keep going. He must be sensitive still, not ready to be fully hard again but clearly still enjoying how it feels to be deep in his cunt. And then he feels Caleb's hand smoothing down his stomach until clever fingers are close, but not close enough.
Yussa considers, tries to be mindful of his own body beyond that spike of excitement, but--that sounds perfect. His hand slides down Caleb's arm until it covers the one on his stomach. He applies enough pressure to guide it lower. How well they are getting to know each other.
"Start slow," he says in answer. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "And make sure your fingers are wet."
Caleb's pulse, which had only just started to even out, speeds up again as a smaller hand presses his hand down that last inch or two, until his fingers tuck between his legs and rest over tender, heated skin, just barely brushing the slick place where they are still joined.
"Ja," Caleb breathes, "not a problem." His stomach is tying itself in delightful knots, and Yussa's smirk is no small part of that.
Earlier he was holding Yussa's leg up to keep him open, but now he nudges a knee between his thighs to give his fingers enough room to maneuver. He traces Yussa's opening gently, feeling a shivering tremor when he inevitably brushes his own cock as well. It is easy to wet his fingers with what has seeped out of Yussa's cunt around his partially softened erection, very aware that he is slicking up his lover's clit with his own spend, just as he'd fucked him open with it last night. He spreads it in a gentle circle, but once things are nicely slippery, he lets up on the direct contact and spreads two fingers on either side. A slow rub up and down with firm pressure avoids touching the most sensitive areas directly, but coaxes attention there.
Already he knows he isn't going to be able to stifle the pathetic noises he'll make when Yussa starts reacting, but that is part of his reason for doing this; Yussa doesn't have to do anything at all to have that power and sway over him.
Yussa shifts as Caleb slides a knee between his legs to keep them apart, just enough that he has no difficulty feeling around where their bodies join. His cunt tightens briefly with the attention and he takes a deeper breath. He takes another breath, but this one hiccups as Caleb's slick fingers offer indirect attention. It's a perfect place to start, not too intense but just the right amount of pressure.
He tries not to squirm against Caleb, instead relaxing into his lover as the younger man starts to work him up again.
"Good," he sighs, offering praise. He his hand slides up Caleb's arms, lightly caressing. A tremor runs through him as Caleb coaxes him back to full arousal. They haven't fucked quite enough that he's feeling over sensitive yet, but he's certainly feeling more susceptible.
"Talk to me," he murmurs. "I like to hear you."
He almost doesn't care if it all comes out in Zemnian. He can read tone well enough.
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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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But he knows now what is at his fingertips, and while there are many temptations he is capable of resisting, this one is proving difficult. Especially when the temptation is so eager to be had.
Yussa pants for breath, feeling too hot all over as Caleb's grip on his leg keeps him open and exposed. His hips jerk as his lover's fingers stroke over his clit, drawing a ragged moan from him. He grinds back against his lover as he meets the next firm thrust of his hips. He can feel his orgasm building with increasing urgency.
"You should," he gasps out. "Not--not everything will bend to a spell."
Comprehend Languages or Tongues will only get so far, or nowhere at all if there is any protection in place against such a spell. Yussa gives up speaking with the next slick stroke of Caleb's fingers
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"And you want me to know--mm, exactly what you are saying?" he breathes close to his ear, grazing the lobe with his teeth before sliding his lips along his jaw. Yussa's encouragement in this is, as with several other things Caleb has discovered in this bed, unexpectedly arousing.
The elven wizard's hips cant forward into the stroke of his fingers and back against the heavier thrust of his cock, instinctive and deeply alluring as he concentrates on the pressure welling up inside him. Caleb is attentive, fucking him soundly and taking plenty of his own pleasure in it, but focused on how Yussa moves against him, on what's making him feel good. Yussa's first orgasm was not long ago, and Caleb would love nothing more than to bring him to another so quickly.
With Yussa's insistence, his fingers smear more firmly and messily over his clit, everything slick and slippery. His cock fills his cunt with each firm grind in, rocks a little against his walls deep inside to enjoy it, and then pulls back, savoring the slide out in the same way. He could do it faster or harder, but it wouldn't feel indulgent and decadent like this does, like he's appreciating every tremor and flutter of Yussa's body around him and giving him the same back, focusing his rocking thrusts against the tender places that make him react that way.
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"Caleb--" Yussa's voice catches in his throat and all that comes out after is a heavy moan as the younger man's fingers rub against his clit, creating a sense of building tension. He can feel it low in his belly and in his cunt, punctuated by ever stroke of Caleb's cock inside him. When his orgasm finally hits, Yussa tenses and pulls against the hand holding his leg up. It's hardly intentional, a reaction dragged from him along with the pleasure that crashes through him.
He rides it out with Caleb fucking him at his own pace, neither demanding nor lazy. His cunt flutters and squeezes around his lover's cock, trying to milk it as shocks of bliss race over his nerves.
Yussa's chest heaves gently as he presses back against Caleb, trusting that the other man will move him if that is what he needs. It is taking all his effort not to simply go boneless in Caleb's arms.
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Despite a spectacular effort, Yussa's orgasm doesn't quite pull his own from him so quickly, and Caleb manages to slow as Yussa pushes back against him, trying to breathe again. Caleb lowers his bent leg gently back to the bed and curls both arms around his waist in a warm, solid embrace that drags the smaller man flush to his body. He buries his twitching cock deep in his still fluttering cunt, aching to come and eager to move.
"Can I keep going?" he asks in a low, breathless rush, "Or is that too much?"
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He lays against Caleb, eyes closed as the younger man wraps around him.
"Yes," he murmurs. "Yes, keep going."
Yussa feels boneless, and while another night he may demand Caleb wait until he is ready again, he will not do that now. He wants to feel Caleb come after all his effort.
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"Tell me," he murmurs, "if it gets uncomfortable."
He doesn't think Yussa would have a problem doing so, but the reminder is there; he doesn't want to continue if Yussa isn't enjoying this in some way.
Pulling out slowly, he gives a harder thrust back in and a quiet moan against Yussa's skin. He's noticed too that it feels even tighter inside him with his legs closed, and he knows for certain he won't last long like this.
Humming low, Caleb begins fucking him slowly but deeply, rocking their bodies together in a smooth rhythm. He holds Yussa against him by his waist and mouths sweetly at his neck. His lover's exhausted body molds to fit him, his back arching when Caleb pulls him in at the right angle, hip to hip. He groans as his cock slides home heavily into the cradle of his body. Yussa's tight cunt has allowed him in, and now it's grown clingy instead.
Arousal spiking in a warm, quick build, he breathes in the heady scent of sex and sweat on Yussa's skin and listens to the wet sound of his cock grinding deeper into his cunt than he's been yet, feeling like he's been allowed something almost illicit with this, shamelessly seeking his pleasure in Yussa's body when Yussa is fucked-out and pleased already.
"You want me to come inside like this?" he breathes, though he's gotten that confirmation already. But now he wants to feel him want it, while he's buried in him, close.
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His eyes close and his lips stay parted as Caleb grinds against him. His entire world narrows to this - it's perfect. It's been too long since he had a lover that felt so attuned to him.
"Yes," he gasps, giving his permission again as Caleb pants against his neck. "Yes, don't stop."
The next thrust makes his breath hiccup and Yussa reaches back to grip Caleb's hair, as if worried the younger man might pull away. He's quite certain they are past that point. He can feel Caleb's cock throb in him, no doubt desperate for release. Yussa won't deny him now.
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"I won't," he promises, panting against his neck. Gods, he couldn't. He wants this too badly, and every time Yussa encourages him, he wants it even more. "I won't stop until I have given you everything."
When Yussa gathers the strength to move only to reach back and bury his slim fingers in his hair, Caleb's cock pulses inside him, aroused by the connection as much as the sharp pull. He whispers his name, clutching him close and pulling him back into thrusts that become more uneven, more desperate.
Caleb wonders what Yussa would think about being woken like this; with his legs pressed together (or spread) and his thighs slick and Caleb's cock already rocking against those deep, deep parts of him. Waking to the rhythm of the bed and the hot breaths against his neck, to being clutched against Caleb's chest.
The thought, filthy and shameful, is enough to make his gut clench down, and he spills suddenly into Yussa's cunt, burying a too-loud groan in his shoulder. A half second later his hips jolt forward insistently to press himself in all the way. His cock throbs and throbs, and it takes a long time to finish coming. His mind is muddled, and everything is muted except for the man he holds against him. Caleb hears his every gasp.
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Gods, it's perfect.
He arches as Caleb pushes in hard and tries to muffle a moan against his shoulder. Yussa echoes the sound when he feels the younger man come, cock pulsing inside him. He slumps against the bed, fully boneless again and staying as he is by virtue of Caleb's hold on him and the ease of the position. All he can do is lay there, breathing hard as he comes down from the not-quite-orgasmic satisfaction that comes with knowing he's gotten his lover off. He can feel Caleb panting against his shoulder, skin damp with sweat. His fingers rub tiredly against Caleb's scalp before his hand falls completely, dropping back to the bed.
It's some time before he opens his eyes again, before he feels that his pulse and his breath have calmed enough to do anymore more than lay there. Yussa doesn't hurry to move, though, just smiles and says,
"I needed that."
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The lull as they lay together sweaty and spent is comfortable. It is the kind of ease and intimacy Caleb would expect only with someone he knows far better; certainly not a man he met yesterday night. Caleb is so careful about who he spends the occasional casual night with, who he dates, that he rarely does either of those things. So Yussa was already an exception. But nothing about this liaison has been what he expected, and so far only for the better. He can only hope that trend continues.
When Yussa finally stirs to speak, Caleb can hear the smile in his voice. He can't help smiling too, foolish and high on good sex and pleasing a man who should by all measures be miles out of his league. Yussa likes him enough to want more of this, to negotiate it with him specifically. Every time he thinks about that he feels slightly giddy.
"So did I, apparently," he agrees, and doesn't move either, except to kiss the back of Yussa's neck, then behind his ear. "I am glad it was what you wanted." There is no way it wouldn't be too much, wanting to hold him like this for the rest of the night. But he can dare small steps, maybe. His breath hitches before he asks, "Can I stay inside you a little longer?"
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Yussa takes another deep breath and lets it go with a contented huff as Caleb kisses his neck. He turns his head - Caleb is too close to properly see without one or the other moving more - and the request has another smile flickering to life.
"Hm. Yes, you can." The little catch in Caleb's breathing caught his attention and Yussa wonders if he had to work up to asking. That should be rewarded, he thinks. Caleb should be willing to ask for the things he needs or wants. He caresses Caleb's cheek before relaxing more into his position.
Yussa likes how it feels, too. He likes the how Caleb's cock feels buried in him, spent but not fully soft yet. He shifts his hips, just to feel the slight movement inside him. He's rarely so quick to allow people close to him, and if he is quick, the affairs are brief. But there is something about Caleb Widogast that makes him feel at ease, and makes him curious enough to continue this to see where it will go. That Caleb clearly also needs or deeply wants something out of this means they are on more equal footing.
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The shift of Yussa's hips pulls a sharp gasp from Caleb at the friction against his sensitive cock, still with enough stiffness to grind on. There is a flare of heat in his belly, but it prickles with an edge of discomfort, of too much too soon. Intense as it is, he doesn't dislike it. He buries his face in the crook of Yussa's neck again with a heavier breath, but doesn't complain. In fact, he thinks of offering to get Yussa off again like this, of how sweetly it would ache to have him clenching and moving around him.
It seems like the sort of thing Yussa might enjoy. That they might enjoy together. He takes a moment to wonder at how quickly he's developed a sense for what their mutual tastes might be.
"Are you wanting a little more?" he asks, a warm murmur that is clearly an offer. "If I am not mistaken, you liked my fingers here quite a bit earlier." A hand moves low enough on Yussa's stomach that his fingers could brush his clit if he let them. He'd liked his fingers there too, the thrill of feeling him swell to fullness and stroking him until he couldn't help fucking into his hand.
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Yussa considers, tries to be mindful of his own body beyond that spike of excitement, but--that sounds perfect. His hand slides down Caleb's arm until it covers the one on his stomach. He applies enough pressure to guide it lower. How well they are getting to know each other.
"Start slow," he says in answer. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "And make sure your fingers are wet."
As if that's really going to be an issue.
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"Ja," Caleb breathes, "not a problem." His stomach is tying itself in delightful knots, and Yussa's smirk is no small part of that.
Earlier he was holding Yussa's leg up to keep him open, but now he nudges a knee between his thighs to give his fingers enough room to maneuver. He traces Yussa's opening gently, feeling a shivering tremor when he inevitably brushes his own cock as well. It is easy to wet his fingers with what has seeped out of Yussa's cunt around his partially softened erection, very aware that he is slicking up his lover's clit with his own spend, just as he'd fucked him open with it last night. He spreads it in a gentle circle, but once things are nicely slippery, he lets up on the direct contact and spreads two fingers on either side. A slow rub up and down with firm pressure avoids touching the most sensitive areas directly, but coaxes attention there.
Already he knows he isn't going to be able to stifle the pathetic noises he'll make when Yussa starts reacting, but that is part of his reason for doing this; Yussa doesn't have to do anything at all to have that power and sway over him.
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He tries not to squirm against Caleb, instead relaxing into his lover as the younger man starts to work him up again.
"Good," he sighs, offering praise. He his hand slides up Caleb's arms, lightly caressing. A tremor runs through him as Caleb coaxes him back to full arousal. They haven't fucked quite enough that he's feeling over sensitive yet, but he's certainly feeling more susceptible.
"Talk to me," he murmurs. "I like to hear you."
He almost doesn't care if it all comes out in Zemnian. He can read tone well enough.
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