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.
Yussa is quickly finding that there are thrills to be had from challenging Caleb Widogast, however subtle or open it may be. His hands slide over the younger man's shoulders as Caleb kisses him and presses him onto his back. Yussa moves easily, pliant and relaxed as Caleb adjusts his position. He dutifully lifts his hips to make tucking a pillow beneath him easier.
But then Caleb gathers his legs together, guiding both of them up against his shoulder. His golden eyes widen briefly and his lips part with a sharp breath as his lover guides his cock back into him. Even as wet and well-tended as he is, the position makes him feel tighter as Caleb pushes deep. Yussa's toes curl and he presses his legs tighter together even as Caleb's arm squeezes around his thighs.
Yussa moans, soft and startled as Caleb begins to move, building a rhythm that makes heat throb through him.
"Oh--"
His head drops back and he whimpers his pleasure in Elvish.
Though whimpered in a tongue foreign to Caleb, Yussa's pleasure is becoming quite well known to him. His sounds, surprised and pleased, prove that he wants to continue this as badly as Caleb does. Not too sensitive at all, then. Yussa's heat surrounds him, making him lightheaded with how it feels to fit his cock into the tightness of his cunt with his thighs flexed and pressed together. Clutching at his legs, he tips his hips down and fucks into him to the root with near dogged persistence.
"Du magst es so," he observes breathlessly, a hot flush high in his face and staining his skin red all the way down his body. His other hand spans over Yussa's hip, clutching hard to keep his smaller body from rocking or shifting as he does as asked, using him exactly as he likes. His gaze is heavy and dark as it roves hungrily over the man beneath him. He is stunning like this, taking what Caleb gives him and seeming more than a little overwhelmed by his own enjoyment of it. Caleb can relate.
He wants to capture his lips again, to sweep his tongue deep into his mouth while his cock spears deep into his body, but that would mean folding Yussa nearly in half, and he is putting the man through enough already. But he can press warm, distracted kisses to his calf, his knee, his thigh with just a tilt of his head. He is elated to feel the promise of an orgasm building at last, sinking into the give and take of pressure and sensation and the building tension in his cock.
The position leaves him uniquely helpless. He can't plant his feet on the bed or wrap his legs around Caleb, and without folding himself more, he can't quite reach his lover either. Warmth stains his cheeks and his chest and he tries to draw his legs in as if that might trap the pleasure he's feeling. He isn't sure he'll come again from this, but gods, he doesn't need to.
Yussa pants for breath and his hand drops to cover the one holding onto his hip. The color in his cheeks deepens as Caleb's lips trail kisses up his leg. The muscles flex beneath the other man's touch and Yussa tries not to writhe as Caleb fucks deep into him.
"That's it," he whispers breathless encouragement in heavily accented Common. "Give me everything. Caleb--"
His voice catches on a moan as his cunt tightens around the other man, making Yussa urgently aware of how every thrust spreads him open.
Yussa's Common makes a brief return as Caleb's fails him. But the encouragement goes to his head, as do the archmage's noises in time with the slap of Calebβs body against his own. Caleb folds himself forward, testing Yussa's flexibility a little more, arms wound tight around his legs even as his hips piston down, all restraint lost.
Caleb groans in sympathy, too tight in his own skin with a sweetness that almost feels like pain as he clutches Yussa against him, feeling his thighs flex and his cunt bear down around him. He is reeling, light-headed. His stomach tenses with each roll of his hips, and he can feel tension coiling in him, hot and aching, but a relief. He's worked himself up to this, pushed through oversensitivity, and the need to come is so much more intense this second time.
The tension swells, implacable, rolling low in his belly. His pace picks up as that need turns sharper, head bowed and lips parted to gasp at the electricity spreading through his body, a gradually building until it isn't gradual at all. The heat and pressure around him is suddenly overwhelming. The moment he comes is peak of tension, and it steals his breath from him before it dissipates in a release so intense it leaves him shaking. His cock jerks and he gasps, spilling for long, breathless seconds, hips rocking mindlessly.
Yussa bends beneath the pressure and his legs fold over Caleb's shoulder, still pressed tight together as the other man fucks him without restraint. He pants, breathing hard as the younger man drives into him with a renewed urgency. He tightens around Caleb, his cunt bearing down with sensitivity and arousal, trying to milk what it can. Gods, he cannot remember the last time he was this well-fucked.
He cries out softly as Caleb finds his release. He tries to draw his legs up, but he is quite trapped by the way the other man holds onto him and leans into him. He swears he can feel the throb of Caleb's cock as he comes, emptying in him after patient denial.
He slumps back, flushed and trembling and pinned in place as he rides the pleasure rippling through him. White hair clings to his face and Yussa's hands drop weakly to the bed. As the tension leaves his body, Caleb may find it even easier to fold him in half.
Caleb slumps forward, suddenly boneless, and finds that Yussa folds beneath him, even more flexible than he'd imagined. But he is courteous enough to release his legs, letting them fall open as they will, before all but collapsing on top of him. There is a tremble in his limbs he can't control, but thankfully his knees remain locked, so Yussa is taking only the weight of his upper body.
Shuddering, Caleb tucks his face into Yussa's neck. As the rush of pleasure fades, fatigue leaves a sweet heat in the muscles of his back and thighs and abs. The cost of leaving Yussa so well-fucked that his cunt is still fluttering around him, so perfectly drawing out the last of his orgasm. He manages a final indulgent roll of his hips while his spent cock still maintains some stiffness, enjoying the soft drag of Yussa's clinging walls while he can, knowing that he will have to pull out soon. Staying inside him will not feel so nice as it did the first time.
He breathes heavily, decides it would be best to get it over with while he can still move, and slowly drags his cock from Yussa's passage with a groan. He can feel the spend that spills out with it, which is satisfyingly lewd after filling him twice tonight.
"Too heavy?" he rasps, thickly Zemnian-accented. He can...maybe roll off if Yussa says yes.
Yussa spreads his legs as soon as he is able, adjusting the way that Caleb's body rests on his. He makes a quiet sound when the shift has Caleb's softening cock sliding deeper and his lover earns a more deliberate squeeze when he gives that final thrust.
There's the softest grunt of protest when Caleb finally pulls out, but it is more for the loss of closeness than anything else. He regains that soon enough as Caleb settles against him. Elegant fingers stroke into the younger man's hair and Yussa turns his head to brush a lazy kiss to Caleb's temple.
"No," he answers quietly. "No, not yet."
Caleb can stay as he is for a while longer. Yussa closes his eyes and lays back, his body still at a slight angle with the pillow beneath his hips. It isn't uncomfortable. His body feels heavy and sated, and this is certainly worth the inane meeting he had to endure to get here tonight.
Even with his head in the clouds and his body exhausted from the physical exertion of fucking Yussa the way he had, Caleb still tilts his head to catch the elven wizard's lips in a grateful kiss.
Gods, if this is night two, he is very much looking forward to what they will be able to do to each other in the future. The connection both tonight and last night has been unparalleled. Who is this man? And how is he so perfectly Caleb's match?
He breathes a heavy, happy sigh as Yussa's lovely fingers comb through his hair, as soft lips press against his temple. Their sexual compatibility would be remarkable enough. But that Yussa is also gentle with him, unafraid to show affection to a man who has been in his bed twice and his classroom once, is what really seals it. One thing Caleb has learned from past trysts is that he is happiest when it feels like something genuine. Sex for its own sake is fine, but he is always seeking a deeper connection, and is never quite satisfied unless he finds it.
Just as he had last night, he knows that he should depart before his presence becomes superfluous. But they are both still basking in the afterglow, and Yussa seems inclined to indulge in that with him for at least a little while longer.
He doesn't need to move much to ease the pillow out from beneath Yussa's hips, letting him lay flat on the bed. Caleb remains mostly on top of him still, though he at least swings a leg over one of Yussa's so that he can shift easily to rest most of his weight on the bed rather than on his smaller lover when Yussa does decide that he's become too much. But Caleb knows how nice it can be, how relaxing even, to be covered for a little while by a bigger, heavier body.
Though he knows he could fall asleep here, Caleb makes an effort to keep his mind alert in order to avoid that. He consciously traces runes over Yussa's skin as his hand rubs soothingly back and forth along his side, and he counts Yussa's breaths rather than the ticking seconds, unconsciously matching his own to the same rhythm as he does.
He lifts his hips enough to make moving the pillow easier, then relaxes back against the bed while Caleb adjusts their position. He turns his head toward the other man as Caleb settles his weight. The comfort he feels with Caleb is something Yussa finds cause to indulge: he doesn't get close to many people, and he is very selective about his sexual partners. Taking the chance on Caleb has already paid off more than he could have imagined, despite the unfortunate surprise of their academic-professional association.
But if Caleb is interested in working around that and in keeping those spheres of their lives as separate as possible, Yussa is willing to continue taking this chance.
He can feel the patterns Caleb is tracing over his skin and it doesn't take him long at all to realize what they are. With a faint smirk, he names a few of them as Caleb goes, his voice soft and heavy in his contentment.
Caleb is relaxed and smiling as they spend several minutes simply playing that little game, sketching runes onto skin and naming them. There really is nothing more exciting than sleeping with another wizard. He has had a weakness for other sharp, curious minds all his life. That he is now bedding the very man who will expand his knowledge in an interesting and dangerous field of study is...very sexy, honestly, even if it is inconvenient. That he is able to so thoroughly please him is fast becoming a point of pride.
"Transmutation lab from noon to four," he murmurs in answer. "And I reserved a practice room for a few hours after."
He doesn't say that it's to test possibilities for the project he'll be working on for Yussa's class, but it is. The practice rooms are actually permanently fixed demiplanes, which gives students a safe place to cast spells that would be dangerous or disruptive. Naturally, they see a lot of use by evocation specialists and those taking evocation classes.
"Good," he says, soft and rather lazy. "You will not have to leave early."
Yussa is perfectly capable of being a morning person - sometimes a very early morning person - but he quite likes the idea of a leisurely start to the day with Caleb. Time for coffee, perhaps a light breakfast, and no rush to get to the Academy for either of them.
"I do not teach tomorrow, but I will be in my office."
With the first impression he's given, Yussa has no idea if he will have students tentatively stopping by or if they will avoid him for a few weeks until they realize just how helpful he is willing to be. All they need do is ask.
But that is something they will have to discover on their own.
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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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But then Caleb gathers his legs together, guiding both of them up against his shoulder. His golden eyes widen briefly and his lips part with a sharp breath as his lover guides his cock back into him. Even as wet and well-tended as he is, the position makes him feel tighter as Caleb pushes deep. Yussa's toes curl and he presses his legs tighter together even as Caleb's arm squeezes around his thighs.
Yussa moans, soft and startled as Caleb begins to move, building a rhythm that makes heat throb through him.
"Oh--"
His head drops back and he whimpers his pleasure in Elvish.
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"Du magst es so," he observes breathlessly, a hot flush high in his face and staining his skin red all the way down his body. His other hand spans over Yussa's hip, clutching hard to keep his smaller body from rocking or shifting as he does as asked, using him exactly as he likes. His gaze is heavy and dark as it roves hungrily over the man beneath him. He is stunning like this, taking what Caleb gives him and seeming more than a little overwhelmed by his own enjoyment of it. Caleb can relate.
He wants to capture his lips again, to sweep his tongue deep into his mouth while his cock spears deep into his body, but that would mean folding Yussa nearly in half, and he is putting the man through enough already. But he can press warm, distracted kisses to his calf, his knee, his thigh with just a tilt of his head. He is elated to feel the promise of an orgasm building at last, sinking into the give and take of pressure and sensation and the building tension in his cock.
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Yussa pants for breath and his hand drops to cover the one holding onto his hip. The color in his cheeks deepens as Caleb's lips trail kisses up his leg. The muscles flex beneath the other man's touch and Yussa tries not to writhe as Caleb fucks deep into him.
"That's it," he whispers breathless encouragement in heavily accented Common. "Give me everything. Caleb--"
His voice catches on a moan as his cunt tightens around the other man, making Yussa urgently aware of how every thrust spreads him open.
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Caleb groans in sympathy, too tight in his own skin with a sweetness that almost feels like pain as he clutches Yussa against him, feeling his thighs flex and his cunt bear down around him. He is reeling, light-headed. His stomach tenses with each roll of his hips, and he can feel tension coiling in him, hot and aching, but a relief. He's worked himself up to this, pushed through oversensitivity, and the need to come is so much more intense this second time.
The tension swells, implacable, rolling low in his belly. His pace picks up as that need turns sharper, head bowed and lips parted to gasp at the electricity spreading through his body, a gradually building until it isn't gradual at all. The heat and pressure around him is suddenly overwhelming. The moment he comes is peak of tension, and it steals his breath from him before it dissipates in a release so intense it leaves him shaking. His cock jerks and he gasps, spilling for long, breathless seconds, hips rocking mindlessly.
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He cries out softly as Caleb finds his release. He tries to draw his legs up, but he is quite trapped by the way the other man holds onto him and leans into him. He swears he can feel the throb of Caleb's cock as he comes, emptying in him after patient denial.
He slumps back, flushed and trembling and pinned in place as he rides the pleasure rippling through him. White hair clings to his face and Yussa's hands drop weakly to the bed. As the tension leaves his body, Caleb may find it even easier to fold him in half.
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Shuddering, Caleb tucks his face into Yussa's neck. As the rush of pleasure fades, fatigue leaves a sweet heat in the muscles of his back and thighs and abs. The cost of leaving Yussa so well-fucked that his cunt is still fluttering around him, so perfectly drawing out the last of his orgasm. He manages a final indulgent roll of his hips while his spent cock still maintains some stiffness, enjoying the soft drag of Yussa's clinging walls while he can, knowing that he will have to pull out soon. Staying inside him will not feel so nice as it did the first time.
He breathes heavily, decides it would be best to get it over with while he can still move, and slowly drags his cock from Yussa's passage with a groan. He can feel the spend that spills out with it, which is satisfyingly lewd after filling him twice tonight.
"Too heavy?" he rasps, thickly Zemnian-accented. He can...maybe roll off if Yussa says yes.
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There's the softest grunt of protest when Caleb finally pulls out, but it is more for the loss of closeness than anything else. He regains that soon enough as Caleb settles against him. Elegant fingers stroke into the younger man's hair and Yussa turns his head to brush a lazy kiss to Caleb's temple.
"No," he answers quietly. "No, not yet."
Caleb can stay as he is for a while longer. Yussa closes his eyes and lays back, his body still at a slight angle with the pillow beneath his hips. It isn't uncomfortable. His body feels heavy and sated, and this is certainly worth the inane meeting he had to endure to get here tonight.
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Gods, if this is night two, he is very much looking forward to what they will be able to do to each other in the future. The connection both tonight and last night has been unparalleled. Who is this man? And how is he so perfectly Caleb's match?
He breathes a heavy, happy sigh as Yussa's lovely fingers comb through his hair, as soft lips press against his temple. Their sexual compatibility would be remarkable enough. But that Yussa is also gentle with him, unafraid to show affection to a man who has been in his bed twice and his classroom once, is what really seals it. One thing Caleb has learned from past trysts is that he is happiest when it feels like something genuine. Sex for its own sake is fine, but he is always seeking a deeper connection, and is never quite satisfied unless he finds it.
Just as he had last night, he knows that he should depart before his presence becomes superfluous. But they are both still basking in the afterglow, and Yussa seems inclined to indulge in that with him for at least a little while longer.
He doesn't need to move much to ease the pillow out from beneath Yussa's hips, letting him lay flat on the bed. Caleb remains mostly on top of him still, though he at least swings a leg over one of Yussa's so that he can shift easily to rest most of his weight on the bed rather than on his smaller lover when Yussa does decide that he's become too much. But Caleb knows how nice it can be, how relaxing even, to be covered for a little while by a bigger, heavier body.
Though he knows he could fall asleep here, Caleb makes an effort to keep his mind alert in order to avoid that. He consciously traces runes over Yussa's skin as his hand rubs soothingly back and forth along his side, and he counts Yussa's breaths rather than the ticking seconds, unconsciously matching his own to the same rhythm as he does.
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But if Caleb is interested in working around that and in keeping those spheres of their lives as separate as possible, Yussa is willing to continue taking this chance.
He can feel the patterns Caleb is tracing over his skin and it doesn't take him long at all to realize what they are. With a faint smirk, he names a few of them as Caleb goes, his voice soft and heavy in his contentment.
"What is your schedule tomorrow?"
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"Transmutation lab from noon to four," he murmurs in answer. "And I reserved a practice room for a few hours after."
He doesn't say that it's to test possibilities for the project he'll be working on for Yussa's class, but it is. The practice rooms are actually permanently fixed demiplanes, which gives students a safe place to cast spells that would be dangerous or disruptive. Naturally, they see a lot of use by evocation specialists and those taking evocation classes.
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Yussa is perfectly capable of being a morning person - sometimes a very early morning person - but he quite likes the idea of a leisurely start to the day with Caleb. Time for coffee, perhaps a light breakfast, and no rush to get to the Academy for either of them.
"I do not teach tomorrow, but I will be in my office."
With the first impression he's given, Yussa has no idea if he will have students tentatively stopping by or if they will avoid him for a few weeks until they realize just how helpful he is willing to be. All they need do is ask.
But that is something they will have to discover on their own.