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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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.