"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.
Even these little movements, the involuntary tightening and trembling, make Caleb very aware of his oversensitive cock buried entirely in the heat of Yussa's cunt. It is an enjoyable awareness so far, the way some things can be enjoyable despite a little pain. Because of it, even. For him, at least.
In contrast, Yussa's praise and his gentle touch, especially across his scarred forearms, makes him shiver. Of all the requests he might make, Caleb isn't expecting to be asked to speak. The compliment--that Yussa likes to hear him, enjoys his voice that much--strikes him as unexpectedly sweet. He's never been asked to do that in bed. He can say what comes to mind unprompted, but put on the spot he is suddenly drawing a blank. But he doesn't want to disappoint. Maybe he should start with observations and see where that leads.
"You are so warm," he murmurs, low and rasping with the weight of his accent. He'd considered Zemnian, but chooses Common because he wants to be understood, though that may be a mistake if this becomes just stream-of-consciousness babbling. The words ghost across Yussa's shoulder as he angles his chin to look down, to see what he's doing between their legs with the slow rub of his fingers, the pressure growing tighter as his fingers draw closer. "Here especially. So hot and hard against my fingers. I miss feeling it on my tongue. My mouth would be on you already if I did not want to keep you full of my cock tonight."
It's the sound of Caleb's voice, the quality of it, as much as the words. And as he finds his stride, Yussa shivers beneath his touch and he feels a delicious throb as Caleb's fingers press closer together, trapping him between them. His breath shivers and Yussa moves his hips, as if he needs to remind them both that he is still full of his lover's cock. He's already swept up in the slow build Caleb is encouraging. Yussa closes his eyes.
"Is this how it will be?" he asks with a sound that is almost a laugh, but it's too breathy. "I'll master you by day, and you me by night?"
Oh, he certainly expects it to be more balanced than that - he has every intention of mastering Caleb by night, as well. But this is talk, and he's already enjoying it. Surely this is just anther way to encourage... developing creativity. And he quite enjoys the fantasy they can build every time they do this.
Neither of them need it, but Caleb had counted on Yussa reminding him anyway. His head spins a little with each shift of his hips, his voice faltering on a soft moan edged with enough helplessness to prove that he can't be mastering Yussa entirely. But he sees the fantasy for what it is, something that appeals to Yussa in this moment, and he is eager to indulge him and curious to explore it more.
"I think it is only fair." He's a little breathless, his gut alight with arousal potent enough to make his spent cock give a weak, reluctant throb where it's retained a little fullness held in the perfect soft embrace of the other man's body. "Don't you?"
His fingers slide up together to pinch his clit between them, stroking slow and slick just above the swollen, sensitive tip. "Though we could swap every now and then. I could find time to visit your office on a day off and master you there while the sun is high."
It is a bit of a daring thing to interject, but doesn't seem out of place with some of their banter so far. This is only a fantasy. If Yussa doesn't like the direction he takes, he can always guide it elsewhere, and Caleb will follow along.
A moan catches on the edge of his next breath as Caleb's fingers close around his clit and give a slow stroke. His hips jump and his hand tightens on Caleb's arm, not to stop him but simply to hold on. As if he were not already a mess, Yussa is sure his building arousal is only adding to the slick between them. The blush rises in his cheeks as the younger man paints a very appealing picture. Daring, perhaps, but that's part of the excitement.
"If my colleagues continue to be so onerous, I may welcome you to do just that."
The thought of a little stress relief mid-day - or of being seduced in his office by a rather brazen, capable young man - is something he will certainly carry with him the next time he is at his desk. He can imagine it not unlike this: Caleb's body and breath warm against his back and neck, his expert fingers working displaying all the skill and subtlety of practice. The promise of his cock filling him to sweep away the cobwebs of a long day or inane faculty meeting.
Perhaps this kind of talk will make the separation of their professional and personal encounters more difficult, more blurred, but Yussa has faith in their mutual determination and, hopefully, mutual respect for each other's reputations and needs. So with that foundation, he can fantasize as much as he likes.
There is so little Caleb can do to mask how it feels to be inside Yussa like this, dripping with arousal again, hips twitching in involuntary response to his touch. It feels overwhelming, so Caleb whimpers into his shoulder, eyes blinking shut for a moment as he steadies himself. He's never been held in quite such a precarious position. He thinks he is getting hard again, far too soon and just in time. The pleasure of it is drawn out of him as though by force. It is exhilarating.
His lips find Yussa's cheek, discovering the warmth of a flush there to match his own. He can't help smiling as he thinks of Yussa's frustration at dealing with onerous colleagues.
"I could give you something to look forward to," he muses aloud, doing his best to sound more unaffected than he feels. It helps that he has guessed correctly about this subject not being off limits when it comes to lurid imaginings. Slipping into Yussa's office midday to offer him a small respite is a rather appealing fantasy. "You would barely need to undress for me to touch you like this."
The pads of his fingers roll up and back over his clit, still unhurried. There is no rush. He's building Yussa's pleasure by prolonging it. "Would you want me to fuck you there, against your desk? Or would you prefer just my fingers?"
"Depends on how much time I have," he answers, sounding breathless now as he tries to meet Caleb's fingers, to encourage the pressure and pace. "Or would you draw it out either way?"
He can imagine it, vividly. Leaning against his desk with Caleb pressed against him, a hand pushed between his thighs or their trousers around their knees with Caleb pushing into him. Yussa hasn't had to deal directly with colleagues with such frequency in a long time, and it is quickly reminding him why he's worked alone for so long. But he has faith Caleb could make him forget about it for a little while.
He shivers and he cannot help a moan. He's getting closer to trying to fuck himself as he moves. Yussa has no doubt this is effecting Caleb just as much now given the way the younger man whimpers and sighs against his shoulder.
"I would respect your schedule, Professor." Caleb's lips curl with quiet, playful humor even as he struggles to maintain some composure. Yussa's squirming against him, seeking more from his fingers, is driving his body into a state of both desperate and reluctant arousal. The tight pull of warm, wet walls encourages stiffness back into his cock, like his body just can't help but give Yussa what he needs. "I only want to give you some relief, after all, during a stressful day."
He gives him a taste of that relief when his strokes get longer, finally rubbing all the way up and over the sensitive and swollen tip of his clit consistently. Gods, he loves the silky heat of him, the contrast between hard and soft.
With the arm beneath Yussa, it is very easy for Caleb to reach for a small breast and knead it, pinching the dark brown nipple between thumb and forefinger. His breath grows increasingly heavy as his cock does the same inside Yussa.
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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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In contrast, Yussa's praise and his gentle touch, especially across his scarred forearms, makes him shiver. Of all the requests he might make, Caleb isn't expecting to be asked to speak. The compliment--that Yussa likes to hear him, enjoys his voice that much--strikes him as unexpectedly sweet. He's never been asked to do that in bed. He can say what comes to mind unprompted, but put on the spot he is suddenly drawing a blank. But he doesn't want to disappoint. Maybe he should start with observations and see where that leads.
"You are so warm," he murmurs, low and rasping with the weight of his accent. He'd considered Zemnian, but chooses Common because he wants to be understood, though that may be a mistake if this becomes just stream-of-consciousness babbling. The words ghost across Yussa's shoulder as he angles his chin to look down, to see what he's doing between their legs with the slow rub of his fingers, the pressure growing tighter as his fingers draw closer. "Here especially. So hot and hard against my fingers. I miss feeling it on my tongue. My mouth would be on you already if I did not want to keep you full of my cock tonight."
Ah, that's it. He just has to be brazenly honest.
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"Is this how it will be?" he asks with a sound that is almost a laugh, but it's too breathy. "I'll master you by day, and you me by night?"
Oh, he certainly expects it to be more balanced than that - he has every intention of mastering Caleb by night, as well. But this is talk, and he's already enjoying it. Surely this is just anther way to encourage... developing creativity. And he quite enjoys the fantasy they can build every time they do this.
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"I think it is only fair." He's a little breathless, his gut alight with arousal potent enough to make his spent cock give a weak, reluctant throb where it's retained a little fullness held in the perfect soft embrace of the other man's body. "Don't you?"
His fingers slide up together to pinch his clit between them, stroking slow and slick just above the swollen, sensitive tip. "Though we could swap every now and then. I could find time to visit your office on a day off and master you there while the sun is high."
It is a bit of a daring thing to interject, but doesn't seem out of place with some of their banter so far. This is only a fantasy. If Yussa doesn't like the direction he takes, he can always guide it elsewhere, and Caleb will follow along.
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"If my colleagues continue to be so onerous, I may welcome you to do just that."
The thought of a little stress relief mid-day - or of being seduced in his office by a rather brazen, capable young man - is something he will certainly carry with him the next time he is at his desk. He can imagine it not unlike this: Caleb's body and breath warm against his back and neck, his expert fingers working displaying all the skill and subtlety of practice. The promise of his cock filling him to sweep away the cobwebs of a long day or inane faculty meeting.
Perhaps this kind of talk will make the separation of their professional and personal encounters more difficult, more blurred, but Yussa has faith in their mutual determination and, hopefully, mutual respect for each other's reputations and needs. So with that foundation, he can fantasize as much as he likes.
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His lips find Yussa's cheek, discovering the warmth of a flush there to match his own. He can't help smiling as he thinks of Yussa's frustration at dealing with onerous colleagues.
"I could give you something to look forward to," he muses aloud, doing his best to sound more unaffected than he feels. It helps that he has guessed correctly about this subject not being off limits when it comes to lurid imaginings. Slipping into Yussa's office midday to offer him a small respite is a rather appealing fantasy. "You would barely need to undress for me to touch you like this."
The pads of his fingers roll up and back over his clit, still unhurried. There is no rush. He's building Yussa's pleasure by prolonging it. "Would you want me to fuck you there, against your desk? Or would you prefer just my fingers?"
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He can imagine it, vividly. Leaning against his desk with Caleb pressed against him, a hand pushed between his thighs or their trousers around their knees with Caleb pushing into him. Yussa hasn't had to deal directly with colleagues with such frequency in a long time, and it is quickly reminding him why he's worked alone for so long. But he has faith Caleb could make him forget about it for a little while.
He shivers and he cannot help a moan. He's getting closer to trying to fuck himself as he moves. Yussa has no doubt this is effecting Caleb just as much now given the way the younger man whimpers and sighs against his shoulder.
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He gives him a taste of that relief when his strokes get longer, finally rubbing all the way up and over the sensitive and swollen tip of his clit consistently. Gods, he loves the silky heat of him, the contrast between hard and soft.
With the arm beneath Yussa, it is very easy for Caleb to reach for a small breast and knead it, pinching the dark brown nipple between thumb and forefinger. His breath grows increasingly heavy as his cock does the same inside Yussa.
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