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.
"Caleb--" Yussa's voice breaks in a moan as the younger man's fingers finally give him direct attention. Gods, he is aching now. And when Caleb's other hand steads to knead and pinch and tease his breast, Yussa feels utterly enveloped.
He shifts as he tries to slide his leg over Caleb's to open himself more. His chest heaves gently as he pants for breath and slick walls squeeze around Caleb's cock as it gets harder. Yussa moves his hips, trying to fuck himself even as he works to meet every stroke of his lover's fingers.
"Faster, please," he gasps as his pleasure mounts, pushing him toward his peak. If Caleb does not want him to finish like this, he'll have to consider his options quickly.
A trembling hand slides down Caleb's arm and past his fingers to rub over the inch or so near the base of his cock that isn't fully buried in him.
Caleb swears softly but sharply in Zemnian. His feels dizzy with the swift return of his need, and Yussa's shaking fingers rubbing over the base of his cock while his cunt squeezes around the rest of him, makes him certain he won't be able to ignore it.
"I am sorry, schatz," he pants as his pace slows rather than speeds up. "I would love to do as you ask, but I need you to stay with me." The reason for that should be obvious. His hips jerk forward as Yussa fucks back against him, and his cock shifts inside him in a shallow thrust that makes pleasure pool hotly in his stomach. "Since we are in bed, not at your office, I am going to draw it out tonight."
With an apologetic kiss to his neck, his hand leaves Yussa's clit entirely, instead helping him to get his leg hooked securely up over his own. "Is that all right?" he asks.
A soft, almost startled sound escapes him when Caleb stops. Yussa's breath hiccups as the younger man gives a firm thrust into him, making it clear that his arousal has fully returned. Were they not already feeling comfortable with each other, Yussa might be embarrassed by the weak, disappointed whimper that rises in his throat as Caleb says he intends to draw things out.
Yussa sags against his lover, panting softly as Caleb helps him move his leg. He knows he could demand that Caleb get him off. He could stroke himself off, but that isn't the game. His cunt bears down around the cock buried inside him and at first all he can do is nod his answer.
"Y-yes," he manages after a moment. Gods, he feels so wet and he is aching to come, but he wants to see how this plays out.
The way Yussa's cunt clenches down around him when he stops stroking him is obscene, because taking away the pleasure he's been giving him shouldn't feel so good. But Yussa's body clings to him, taking what satisfaction he can from holding his cock deep inside. Caleb takes a shuddering breath, nuzzling against his jaw. Yussa is all but limp against him, abuzz with restless energy but suddenly unable to direct it, rendering him a pliant, agreeable vessel. But Caleb does not mistake the trust inherent here.
"Thank you," he murmurs, and kisses the shell of his ear. "I promise to make it worth the wait." The least he can do in apology for delaying his orgasm is make it a very good one.
With Yussa's leg secure over his own, Caleb holds him tight around the middle and rolls them both, much easier this time since he is only rolling onto his back and taking Yussa with him. He breathes in sharply when his cock shifts inside him in the process, but they remain connected. Somehow he seems even smaller laying on top of him, and he isn't very heavy. Caleb guides the back of Yussa's head to rest against his shoulder with gentle hands, stroking lightly through his mussed white hair, then tracing fingertips down his face, his neck, over his shoulders and collarbones to his pert little breasts. His hands cup them with room to spare, firm without being rough as he massages soft, tender flesh.
Caleb bends his knees to brace his feet against the bed, spreading them apart for stability and forcing Yussa's legs to spread open even wider around them. It is a breathtaking view, one they share. He begins to rock up into his elven lover slowly, movements reserved, both testing the position and his own sensitivity. His cock throbs eagerly, fucking with ease in and out of Yussa's slick, receptive cunt. But there is still a sharpness behind it that makes Caleb certain that going any faster this soon would be too much for him.
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb rolls them both. He isn't expecting it and he finds he's quite thrilled by the fact that Caleb can move him so easily.
He tries to relax on the other man's chest, head resting on his shoulder as calloused hands slide through his hair and down his neck, over his chest. He moves his hips, squirming on top of Caleb as he cups and massages and makes him very aware of his breasts in a way that excites him. A soft sound rises in his throat as Caleb spreads him open and starts to fuck him this way. Gods, he does not regret this choice in this man.
He arches his back, trying to adjust the angle of his hips as Caleb's cock sinks into him. Yussa feels too warm and his heart is beating fast, trapped on this edge where his younger lover intends to keep him for a while. He feels desperately exposed like this and he can't help but look down to see the place their bodies join. Caleb spreads his cunt open and he groans weakly as he drops his head back against the other man's shoulder.
It's more of a struggle than he thought it'd be to keep from making demands.
Yussa arches and writhes on top of him, seemingly unable to keep still, and Caleb can't help how hot he finds that. What a contrast between this man and the one he went to bed with last night. Both are deeply appealing. He'd intended to show Yussa his own flexibility tonight, to prove that he's interested in him for more than dominance play they'd engaged in before. He hadn't expected to see another side of Yussa as well, but he is glad for it.
His lips trace the long line of his ear as he rocks up into him at a steady pace, rough hands fondling his breasts and gently tugging at his nipples to encourage the way his hips squirm. It feels good to chase him with every thrust, to insistently press his cock in deep even when Yussa shifts the angle.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs breathlessly, digging his heels into the bed and watching his cock, shiny with Yussa's wetness, fill his cunt over and over. "I was only intending to get you off, not fuck you, but being inside you is too good." He continues in Zemnian, low and warm, stilted between heavy breaths and quiet moans. Until: "Tell me to touch you again and I will. But I will continue until I am finished, even if you come well before that."
This is as much a part of the fantasy as their discussion about fucking in Yussa's office. Of course he'll stop if he's asked, or if he even suspects that Yussa is uncomfortable. But letting Yussa make the choice to have or delay his own fulfillment, weighing his need against how long Caleb might last, is a delicious idea.
Their chemistry the night before had been enough excitement, enough of a pleasure, for Yussa to want to continue their association despite the risks. But knowing that Caleb is versatile is a different thrill altogether. He tries to hold back a moan, but it's proving difficult with the way Caleb is touching him--and the way the younger man is speaking to him.
Yussa presses a hand to the bed in an attempt to steady himself as he tries to move to meet every thrust. His voice is lost beneath Caleb's, echoing his pleasure breathlessly. His entire body shivers when the other man makes his proposal.
"Touch me," he manages, determined to keep his voice steady even as Caleb gives a firm thrust into him. Yussa's other hand moves to cover one of Caleb's, attempting to guide it down his body. "Make me come and you can finish however you like."
Though they've known each other only a day, somehow it does not surprise him that Yussa asks for it immediately. Unseen, Caleb's lips quirk with fond amusement. He kisses Yussa's temple, nosing lightly at the pale hair sticking to his dark skin there.
"As you say," he agrees simply, and allows Yussa's hand to lead his back to where he wants it. As his fingers press lightly to the slippery, swollen bud of his clit and rub in a delicate circle, he thinks he might be nearly as eager as Yussa to return to this. He can make him feel so much with the smallest movements, and he enjoys experimenting with pressure and speed and angle, with indirect and direct touch. He loves feeling the tender heat of him, the evidence of Yussa's arousal.
The other hand leaves his breast with a parting squeeze and slides down to grip his hip, steadying him as his slowed thrusts pick up again. He challenges himself to a little more speed, though there is an ache in his muscles from his taut stomach to his thighs from the effort already. But pleasure floods him, seeping through his body from where he is spreading Yussa open, and he chases it.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, breathless and eager. His beard scrapes the soft skin behind Yussa's ear when he trails kisses there.
Yussa moans, voice heavy as Caleb's fingers stroke him again. It does not surprise him how quickly the younger man finds a pace and pressure and pattern that has him moving restlessly to meet it. Tension builds in him and his thighs tremble as he rides that edge. It takes so little to work him back up to the peak Caleb had him at before.
"Yes--yes--" His fingers curl, gripping the blankets tighter as Caleb makes an effort to move harder, faster, without giving up their position. Yussa closes his eyes and he cannot help a whimper as his lover's bearded chin and soft lips brush over the delicate shell of his ear, sending a cascade of chills down his back.
He'll come like this and he knows it won't take much longer, not with the teasing he's endured til now, the delay of his release and now the promise of satisfaction. His cunt squeezes around Caleb's cock when the tension in him finally snaps. Yussa arches his back to drive his hips down, grinding urgently against Caleb's fingers as pleasure pulses through him.
It is slightly gratifying that all it takes to bring Yussa right back to that precipice is a little attentive attention from his fingers. Yussa's strained voice and soft noises of pleasure become Caleb's primary motivation to keep fucking him this way as his muscles grow tired, but thankfully it isn't long before he feels his back arch and his cunt tighten.
With a soft grunt, Caleb pushes up to meet the needy grind of his hips, slowing his pace considerably to give his own body a rest as Yussa climaxes around him. Every squeeze around his cock, now rocking slow and deep inside his older lover, sends a warm little shudder through Caleb's body, his heavy breathing interspersed with soft gasps. His fingers do their work, drawing the other man's peak out for as long as he can, but easing back before that extension becomes unpleasant.
Three, he thinks. He'd gotten Yussa to three orgasms last night. He can't help wondering if pushing for four tonight would be too much.
They will have to change to another position for him, at least. As much as he likes this one, he doesn't have the strength to maintain it for long. He takes a moment to catch his breath just as Yussa does.
Caleb draws out his orgasm expertly and Yussa trembles on top of him as he rides that wave as far as it will take him. The younger man's pace slows, and soon enough Yussa's hand gently grips Caleb's forearm. He doesn't need to say anything to warn that he is getting oversensitive, and if he were more coherent he'd be pleased that his lover can read him so well.
Yussa comes down slowly, his body soon going weak on top of Caleb's. He lays against the other man, panting for breath as a lazy smile blossoms across his face.
His hand runs over Caleb's arm, absently tracing the lines of muscle beneath warm skin. Seconds, maybe minutes tick by as he listens to the sound of their breathing. He can feel the rise and fall of Caleb's chest beneath his back. Eventually, his hand leaves Caleb's arm and drifts lower, until his fingers can brush over the base of his cock.
Though his cock remains very interested, Caleb relaxes as Yussa does, enjoying his light, aimless touch even when it wanders over his scarred forearms. Caleb holds him with both arms draped loosely over his middle, and his lips occasionally find warm skin to kiss between his ear and his neck. By his count, they take more than two minutes just to rest and exist together.
The jolt that goes through his body when those delicate fingers skim the base of his cock makes him gasp again, arms tightening for a moment around the other wizard's waist. His hips lift enough to move inside him, then drop back to the bed again a moment later as Caleb groans. The friction feels good, and he wants to pursue that spark, but his muscles are sore.
"We need to move again," he murmurs. "Probably not as smoothly this time. I think you will have to slide off first."
Yussa huffs a quiet laugh when Caleb suggests they'll need to move again. He hums his response, acknowledging without any words. Slowly, he moves on top of Caleb with as much grace as he can muster. He curls forward and a soft sound rises in his throat as Caleb's cock sinks as deep into him as it can with that shift. He gets his legs under him and manages to rise without losing his balance; he even manages to land on the bed and not Caleb when he drops down again, more unsteady than he anticipated he would be.
Bereft of his lover's cock, Yussa feels terribly empty and he cannot help but look over at the younger man. Gods, but he looks perfect laying there, flushed and aroused with the sheen of Yussa's wetness on his cock. He looks obscene, and Yussa can feel warmth flutter through him just at the sight.
Caleb breathes in sharply as Yussa moves, and in the process of sitting up slides all the way down on his cock. Just as the wave of heat from that sensation rolls through him, it is wrenched away entirely as the other man eases off and moves to his side, graceful limbs endearingly shaky. It is the first time he's left his cunt since he entered him earlier, and he feels the lack of Yussa's wet heat around him keenly.
He allows a moment for another deep breath before he turns slowly onto his side facing the older wizard and finds that arresting golden gaze on him already. That alone sends a pleasant shiver up his spine. Flushed and smiling a crooked little smile, Caleb lifts a hand to push loose hair back from his face, then reaches out to Yussa to do the same for him, though his fingers linger with far more fondness. They trail down his face to his jaw, then slide beneath his chin as he leans in for a warm kiss, bringing their bodies close again, though not in a position to enter him yet.
"I miss being inside you already," he admits. Between them, his wet cock leaves a slick streak where it brushes Yussa's stomach. "You are not too sensitive to continue?" He asks despite his previous playful ultimatum, because he doesn't want it if Yussa won't enjoy it, and there are other ways for him to get off.
Yussa tips his head into the affectionate touch and his smile grows right up until their mouths meet. He leans into the kiss and his hand slides over Caleb's cheek as they get closer to each other.
His smile reappears the moment they part enough to speak. He can feel the firm heat of Caleb's cock against his stomach and he leans in for another kiss before giving a proper answer.
"We can continue," he murmurs as his thumb brushes beneath Caleb's bottom lip. "I believe I told you to use me how you like, and I do not intend to deny you now."
He's as eager as Caleb is, not so sensitive yet that it would cause any discomfort.
There is a relieved exhale when Yussa confirms that he hasn't changed his mind. Caleb tips his chin down and his lips purse in a kiss against the pad of Yussa's thumb, feeling no small thrill about the idle touch beneath his lip coupled with being told use me how you like so flippantly.
"Very generous," he murmurs. "I will do just that, then."
As he sees it, Yussa is being crystal clear about what he wants, and it is for Caleb to have his way with him. Hard and aching to be back inside him, Caleb doesn't think he will find this expectation very difficult to meet.
But he does have to choose a position that will be less strenuous to maintain, this time. Luckily, one of the easiest for him is also exactly what he wants right now. He leans into another kiss in the same motion that he moves over Yussa, guiding the archmage onto his back. He doesn't get between his legs, but reaches for a pillow to slide beneath his hips when he straightens up. It is almost too easy to lift Yussa's legs, pressed together rather than apart, and rest his ankles against his shoulder. An arm curls around his thighs for support, and with his other hand Caleb guides his cock to his entrance, slick and eager to admit him.
Pushing back into his cunt with an insistent thrust is nearly euphoric. His cock parts tightly clenched walls, gliding easily with the help of Yussa's arousal and his own seed. This position gets him deeper than he's been all night, and when he watches that last inch of his cock slot in neatly, he can't help a satisfied moan. The arm around Yussa's thighs tightens, squeezing them together harder as he begins to rock back and plunge in again, making an already snug fit that much closer.
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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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He shifts as he tries to slide his leg over Caleb's to open himself more. His chest heaves gently as he pants for breath and slick walls squeeze around Caleb's cock as it gets harder. Yussa moves his hips, trying to fuck himself even as he works to meet every stroke of his lover's fingers.
"Faster, please," he gasps as his pleasure mounts, pushing him toward his peak. If Caleb does not want him to finish like this, he'll have to consider his options quickly.
A trembling hand slides down Caleb's arm and past his fingers to rub over the inch or so near the base of his cock that isn't fully buried in him.
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"I am sorry, schatz," he pants as his pace slows rather than speeds up. "I would love to do as you ask, but I need you to stay with me." The reason for that should be obvious. His hips jerk forward as Yussa fucks back against him, and his cock shifts inside him in a shallow thrust that makes pleasure pool hotly in his stomach. "Since we are in bed, not at your office, I am going to draw it out tonight."
With an apologetic kiss to his neck, his hand leaves Yussa's clit entirely, instead helping him to get his leg hooked securely up over his own. "Is that all right?" he asks.
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Yussa sags against his lover, panting softly as Caleb helps him move his leg. He knows he could demand that Caleb get him off. He could stroke himself off, but that isn't the game. His cunt bears down around the cock buried inside him and at first all he can do is nod his answer.
"Y-yes," he manages after a moment. Gods, he feels so wet and he is aching to come, but he wants to see how this plays out.
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"Thank you," he murmurs, and kisses the shell of his ear. "I promise to make it worth the wait." The least he can do in apology for delaying his orgasm is make it a very good one.
With Yussa's leg secure over his own, Caleb holds him tight around the middle and rolls them both, much easier this time since he is only rolling onto his back and taking Yussa with him. He breathes in sharply when his cock shifts inside him in the process, but they remain connected. Somehow he seems even smaller laying on top of him, and he isn't very heavy. Caleb guides the back of Yussa's head to rest against his shoulder with gentle hands, stroking lightly through his mussed white hair, then tracing fingertips down his face, his neck, over his shoulders and collarbones to his pert little breasts. His hands cup them with room to spare, firm without being rough as he massages soft, tender flesh.
Caleb bends his knees to brace his feet against the bed, spreading them apart for stability and forcing Yussa's legs to spread open even wider around them. It is a breathtaking view, one they share. He begins to rock up into his elven lover slowly, movements reserved, both testing the position and his own sensitivity. His cock throbs eagerly, fucking with ease in and out of Yussa's slick, receptive cunt. But there is still a sharpness behind it that makes Caleb certain that going any faster this soon would be too much for him.
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He tries to relax on the other man's chest, head resting on his shoulder as calloused hands slide through his hair and down his neck, over his chest. He moves his hips, squirming on top of Caleb as he cups and massages and makes him very aware of his breasts in a way that excites him. A soft sound rises in his throat as Caleb spreads him open and starts to fuck him this way. Gods, he does not regret this choice in this man.
He arches his back, trying to adjust the angle of his hips as Caleb's cock sinks into him. Yussa feels too warm and his heart is beating fast, trapped on this edge where his younger lover intends to keep him for a while. He feels desperately exposed like this and he can't help but look down to see the place their bodies join. Caleb spreads his cunt open and he groans weakly as he drops his head back against the other man's shoulder.
It's more of a struggle than he thought it'd be to keep from making demands.
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His lips trace the long line of his ear as he rocks up into him at a steady pace, rough hands fondling his breasts and gently tugging at his nipples to encourage the way his hips squirm. It feels good to chase him with every thrust, to insistently press his cock in deep even when Yussa shifts the angle.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs breathlessly, digging his heels into the bed and watching his cock, shiny with Yussa's wetness, fill his cunt over and over. "I was only intending to get you off, not fuck you, but being inside you is too good." He continues in Zemnian, low and warm, stilted between heavy breaths and quiet moans. Until: "Tell me to touch you again and I will. But I will continue until I am finished, even if you come well before that."
This is as much a part of the fantasy as their discussion about fucking in Yussa's office. Of course he'll stop if he's asked, or if he even suspects that Yussa is uncomfortable. But letting Yussa make the choice to have or delay his own fulfillment, weighing his need against how long Caleb might last, is a delicious idea.
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Yussa presses a hand to the bed in an attempt to steady himself as he tries to move to meet every thrust. His voice is lost beneath Caleb's, echoing his pleasure breathlessly. His entire body shivers when the other man makes his proposal.
"Touch me," he manages, determined to keep his voice steady even as Caleb gives a firm thrust into him. Yussa's other hand moves to cover one of Caleb's, attempting to guide it down his body. "Make me come and you can finish however you like."
He thinks that's more than a fair trade.
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"As you say," he agrees simply, and allows Yussa's hand to lead his back to where he wants it. As his fingers press lightly to the slippery, swollen bud of his clit and rub in a delicate circle, he thinks he might be nearly as eager as Yussa to return to this. He can make him feel so much with the smallest movements, and he enjoys experimenting with pressure and speed and angle, with indirect and direct touch. He loves feeling the tender heat of him, the evidence of Yussa's arousal.
The other hand leaves his breast with a parting squeeze and slides down to grip his hip, steadying him as his slowed thrusts pick up again. He challenges himself to a little more speed, though there is an ache in his muscles from his taut stomach to his thighs from the effort already. But pleasure floods him, seeping through his body from where he is spreading Yussa open, and he chases it.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, breathless and eager. His beard scrapes the soft skin behind Yussa's ear when he trails kisses there.
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Yussa moans, voice heavy as Caleb's fingers stroke him again. It does not surprise him how quickly the younger man finds a pace and pressure and pattern that has him moving restlessly to meet it. Tension builds in him and his thighs tremble as he rides that edge. It takes so little to work him back up to the peak Caleb had him at before.
"Yes--yes--" His fingers curl, gripping the blankets tighter as Caleb makes an effort to move harder, faster, without giving up their position. Yussa closes his eyes and he cannot help a whimper as his lover's bearded chin and soft lips brush over the delicate shell of his ear, sending a cascade of chills down his back.
He'll come like this and he knows it won't take much longer, not with the teasing he's endured til now, the delay of his release and now the promise of satisfaction. His cunt squeezes around Caleb's cock when the tension in him finally snaps. Yussa arches his back to drive his hips down, grinding urgently against Caleb's fingers as pleasure pulses through him.
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With a soft grunt, Caleb pushes up to meet the needy grind of his hips, slowing his pace considerably to give his own body a rest as Yussa climaxes around him. Every squeeze around his cock, now rocking slow and deep inside his older lover, sends a warm little shudder through Caleb's body, his heavy breathing interspersed with soft gasps. His fingers do their work, drawing the other man's peak out for as long as he can, but easing back before that extension becomes unpleasant.
Three, he thinks. He'd gotten Yussa to three orgasms last night. He can't help wondering if pushing for four tonight would be too much.
They will have to change to another position for him, at least. As much as he likes this one, he doesn't have the strength to maintain it for long. He takes a moment to catch his breath just as Yussa does.
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Yussa comes down slowly, his body soon going weak on top of Caleb's. He lays against the other man, panting for breath as a lazy smile blossoms across his face.
His hand runs over Caleb's arm, absently tracing the lines of muscle beneath warm skin. Seconds, maybe minutes tick by as he listens to the sound of their breathing. He can feel the rise and fall of Caleb's chest beneath his back. Eventually, his hand leaves Caleb's arm and drifts lower, until his fingers can brush over the base of his cock.
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The jolt that goes through his body when those delicate fingers skim the base of his cock makes him gasp again, arms tightening for a moment around the other wizard's waist. His hips lift enough to move inside him, then drop back to the bed again a moment later as Caleb groans. The friction feels good, and he wants to pursue that spark, but his muscles are sore.
"We need to move again," he murmurs. "Probably not as smoothly this time. I think you will have to slide off first."
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Bereft of his lover's cock, Yussa feels terribly empty and he cannot help but look over at the younger man. Gods, but he looks perfect laying there, flushed and aroused with the sheen of Yussa's wetness on his cock. He looks obscene, and Yussa can feel warmth flutter through him just at the sight.
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He allows a moment for another deep breath before he turns slowly onto his side facing the older wizard and finds that arresting golden gaze on him already. That alone sends a pleasant shiver up his spine. Flushed and smiling a crooked little smile, Caleb lifts a hand to push loose hair back from his face, then reaches out to Yussa to do the same for him, though his fingers linger with far more fondness. They trail down his face to his jaw, then slide beneath his chin as he leans in for a warm kiss, bringing their bodies close again, though not in a position to enter him yet.
"I miss being inside you already," he admits. Between them, his wet cock leaves a slick streak where it brushes Yussa's stomach. "You are not too sensitive to continue?" He asks despite his previous playful ultimatum, because he doesn't want it if Yussa won't enjoy it, and there are other ways for him to get off.
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His smile reappears the moment they part enough to speak. He can feel the firm heat of Caleb's cock against his stomach and he leans in for another kiss before giving a proper answer.
"We can continue," he murmurs as his thumb brushes beneath Caleb's bottom lip. "I believe I told you to use me how you like, and I do not intend to deny you now."
He's as eager as Caleb is, not so sensitive yet that it would cause any discomfort.
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"Very generous," he murmurs. "I will do just that, then."
As he sees it, Yussa is being crystal clear about what he wants, and it is for Caleb to have his way with him. Hard and aching to be back inside him, Caleb doesn't think he will find this expectation very difficult to meet.
But he does have to choose a position that will be less strenuous to maintain, this time. Luckily, one of the easiest for him is also exactly what he wants right now. He leans into another kiss in the same motion that he moves over Yussa, guiding the archmage onto his back. He doesn't get between his legs, but reaches for a pillow to slide beneath his hips when he straightens up. It is almost too easy to lift Yussa's legs, pressed together rather than apart, and rest his ankles against his shoulder. An arm curls around his thighs for support, and with his other hand Caleb guides his cock to his entrance, slick and eager to admit him.
Pushing back into his cunt with an insistent thrust is nearly euphoric. His cock parts tightly clenched walls, gliding easily with the help of Yussa's arousal and his own seed. This position gets him deeper than he's been all night, and when he watches that last inch of his cock slot in neatly, he can't help a satisfied moan. The arm around Yussa's thighs tightens, squeezing them together harder as he begins to rock back and plunge in again, making an already snug fit that much closer.
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