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The lilting cadence of Elvish under Yussa's breath is familiar, even if he doesn't know the words. He should really learn--it is similar enough to Sylvan, which he already knows. But that may be more difficult than it seems. By now Caleb has an almost automatic response to the language, given that the majority of the time he hears it he is fucking Yussa senseless. The sounds alone make him hot under the collar.

Caleb laughs softly against the older wizard's neck, and follows it with a kiss, warm and affectionate. "I do not know how anyone could be any other way with you."

He's delirious with arousal as Yussa grips his cock, guiding it to rub through the soft wet heat of his folds. Caleb pushes past his entrance rather than inside, grinding slowly forward and back.

"When we were together the first time, I could hardly believe you were interested in me," he murmurs. The arm braced across the other man's slim chest slips down just an inch so that Caleb can gather a breast in his hand without letting go of him. "You are everything I want. And when your clothes came off, you were somehow even more irresistible than I expected."

Yussa shivers and tips his hips when Caleb's cock teases past his entrance. Gods, he does want it. He doesn't know if he is prepared to beg the way Caleb has demanded, but he wants it.

He closes his eyes for a moment as a warm hand covers his breast, keeping him in place against Caleb's chest.

"You caught my interest the moment I saw you," he murmurs. His fingers slip along Caleb's cock as he tries to guide it into him. He's a slick miss. Yussa makes a quiet, frustrated sound as he tries to get the younger wizard to penetrate. "That you have skill outside the arcane is merely a--a bonus."

Yussa may not be begging, but the noise he makes as he does all he can to try to get Caleb to push into him is nearly as good. That he can make him stutter is even better. "I am grateful that you appreciate these particular skills also."

He wants to push inside him at least as much as Yussa wants him to, but teasing him is also enjoyable. He's allowed himself to be guided where his lover wants him (where he wants to be too). Yussa is warm and welcoming against the head of his cock, so slick that it's almost more difficult not to sink into him, but he very stubbornly resists pressing in further.

"It seems like there is something you want, schatz," he murmurs.

"Caleb--"

Yussa's voice is tight with frustrated need as his lover's cock teases just inside him. His fingers tremble as he rubs the length of him. As his hand slides back up, he tries to spread himself open more. It's only Caleb's arm around him that keeps him upright when all he wants to do is curl forward, to move his hips to get Caleb deeper into him.

His jaw tightens for just a few seconds before he gives in. The words come out in slurred Elvish first before Yussa manages to get himself together enough to say:

"Finish in me, Caleb. Please."

Caleb's arm flexes, tightening across Yussa's chest to hold him in place as the older man trembles with frustrated desire against him. He can't see it, but he can feel his fingers stroking down his cock, then--gods, he can see him spreading his folds open, and that is enough to break his resolve even before he speaks, in Elvish then heavily accented Common. Caleb groans against the slim shoulder he's been kissing and biting at. He truly wasn't counting on getting anything remotely close to begging, but there it is, simple and perfect.

How could he do anything else? Pressing a fierce kiss just beneath the corner of the elf's jaw, he sinks deeper into his cunt. He does it slowly, panting as he savors the tensing and fluttering of the warm, wet walls parting for his cock until he's completely buried, hips fitted right up against Yussa's ass again. Taking hold of his hip, a hard forward grind tells him he really won't get any deeper.

The sound as he slides back just to plunge in again with a sharp thrust is absolutely filthy and ridiculously arousing, and the moan Caleb half muffles against Yussa's warm skin is filthy, too.

"I am going to fill you up, schatz, since you need it so badly," he promises, low and rasping. From the first time they were together and Yussa unexpectedly gave his permission, he's finished inside him more often than not, and never received a word of complaint. "I could not have imagined that a little denial would make you such a slut," he murmurs with warm appreciation, heart pounding. "Will you come a fourth time just from this, or do I need to summon an echo to fuck your ass as well?"

As Caleb plunges into him, Yussa cries out. He doesn't have the ability to hold it back now and it's only this man's hold on him that keeps him from slumping forward as he's filled the way he needs to be. He can't answer as his lover's voice fills his head, dripping wickedness, but his cunt goes tight at the mere mention of the echo. Gods, he can imagine. But--

"Feywild," he gasps out, voice rough and ragged as Caleb fucks him with promise. "We can't--hah--"

Yussa can't finish the thought. He has no idea what kind of effect a spell like that might have in the Feywild. It's likely it will work, but there is also the chance that something else will happen. While the thought of being fucked by Caleb and his echo is obscenely appealing, Yussa does not want to risk something like that backfiring here. The last thing they need is a sentient echo or whatever else could happen.

He tries to lean his weight back into Caleb, thinking it's surely a better idea than pitching forward. Yussa can't think, grasping at passing logic and losing it just as quickly.

"Caleb."

He doesn't know if he will come a fourth time, but gods, Caleb might push him to it.

Though Caleb had viewed the suggestion of the echo as mostly teasing, Yussa's reaction to it is so strong that he immediately logs this idea away for later. It may not be an option now, but it will happen. Caleb hums, a low, vibrating sound from his chest, as if considering Yussa's warning. He isn't gentle as he fucks him, filling his cunt in long, rough thrusts that can't help rocking his slighter frame forward. But the way he holds him and kisses and nuzzles against his skin is nothing but affectionate.

"I will have to use my fingers, then," he decides. All at once, he pulls out completely, and as soon as he leaves the perfect embrace of his lover's body he aches to return. He'll make it quick. "Can you turn and put your arms around my neck, schatz? I'll help you."

He does. He might even put in most of the muscle, honestly. Caleb sits back on his heels and does the necessary lifting to get Yussa to face him, spreading his slim brown thighs across his own and guiding him right back onto his cock. With a buck of his hips, he's buried deep again--even deeper in this position. He supports his elven lover with a hand under his ass and the other at the center of his back. This makes him responsible for even more of Yussa's weight than the previous position had, but he thinks he's capable for now.

Best of all, he can really look at him like this--at his expression, his lust-dark gold eyes, his breasts, bouncing lightly and covered in the shape of his mouth, his cunt, where his cock disappears inside him again and again.

A weak, ragged sound escapes him when Caleb asks him to turn. What he wants to do is collapse, but with Caleb's help, Yussa manages to get turned around. He is not as graceful as he might have been half an hour ago and he feels like he lands heavily on the other man as he's guided back down. He braces his arms against Caleb's shoulders as the man slides his cock back into him without any resistance. It's easier to move like this and he tries to roll his hips to meet every driving thrust.

His fingers curl weakly in Caleb's hair, holding as tight as he can.

Yussa lifts is head and drags Caleb into a kiss. He can't hold it, not as breathless as he is, but it's the first chance he's had to kiss Caleb full on in a while. His other hand slides over his lover's warm face.

"Please," he gasps out, voice weak as Caleb thrusts hard into him.

This is perfect. It felt good to hold Yussa against him that way, but they couldn't kiss like this, and kissing is one of Caleb's very favorite things, especially with Yussa's fingers winding into his hair. His brow rests against his lovers as he gasps, and he doesn't think he's heard the word please pass this man's lips so frequently ever.

"I know, Yussa," he rumbles, fucking into him faster and deeper, the angle and leverage far more ideal like this. He won't last, Yussa feels too good, but he's determined to make him come again. "Just let me have you."

Two of his fingers push into his ass with as little resistance as his cunt, so Caleb quickly adds a third as well. They plunge in and out of him faster than he can fuck him, and he can feel the pressure against his cock through the thin wall of Yussa's body. He can imagine very well how it would feel to have another man's cock--his echo's, so perhaps not another man--inside him instead, pacing themselves to fill Yussa as fully and deeply as they can.

Yussa grips Caleb's hair tighter and he arches his back as his fingers push into his ass. He feels full and used and utterly debauched, and with this man it's what he wants. He shudders hard in Caleb's arms as he's fucked with determination and skill; every breath comes out edged with a desperate moan.

It doesn't take long then. Yussa tenses in Caleb's arms - the most strength he's mustered since the first time Caleb made him come when they arrived in this workshop - and pushes himself up against his lover's chest. His arms slide further over Caleb's shoulders, holding tight to him as Yussa shivers apart, racked with a pleasure that is very near to too much. Slick walls tighten and flutter, trying to milk the cock buried in him.

As the peak of it passes, he loses what strength he had. Yussa leans heavily against his lover, trusting Caleb not to just let him fall to the side as his muscles shake with the intensity of that release.

Caleb feels greedy. As Yussa falls apart yet again against him, around him, he can't help thinking that he'd take this as many times as he could get it. He loves feeling Yussa's pleasure, knowing he's been skilled and clever enough and desired enough to cause it. He presses the other man close, accounting for the shift in weight as he loses the ability to hold himself up. He is trembling far too much for that.

His own breath comes hard and heavy. Yussa feels too good tightening around him. His fingers press deep into his ass and fall still as he uses the grip of his fluttering cunt for several more hard thrusts, driving into him with a demand that he desperately needs fulfilled. His cock pulses inside him, and finally with a groan Caleb shoves deep and comes, going still. It rolls through him in delirious, amplified waves as he gives Yussa what he'd asked for, spilling full and thick inside him.

The problem is that he now feels pretty wrung out too. The best he can do is sit back more heavily on his heels and let Yussa straddle his lap, keeping him close as his cock twitches with release in his cunt.

Orgasms here really aren't like anything else he's experienced; they last and last, refracted and reflected and repeating, and the intensity is unmatched. It is almost like he can sense Yussa's pleasure too, an invisible but tangible bond, and it only drives him higher. He kisses him, looking for somewhere to share that intensity.

Yussa feels Caleb come and the intensity of his lover's orgasm earns a whimper from him, but that is the best he can manage. His arms tighten briefly when Caleb's weight shifts beneath him, and it occurs to him in delirious passing that perhaps they should have done this on the floor. The table is wide and sturdy, but there is still the slight chance of falling off it.

He can't bring himself to care, though. He's floating in his pleasure, anchored only by the very real feeling of Caleb's body against his. Yussa presses a kiss to the other man's neck before slowly pulling away. He doesn't go far, and it's not particularly graceful as far as dismounts go. The elf eases out of Caleb's lap and catches himself on one hand to keep himself from just falling onto the table next to the other wizard. Yussa lets himself lay there, flushed skin gleaming with sweat and chest gently heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

As soon as Caleb, still half-stunned, catches on that Yussa wants to move, he assists to the best of his ability. They've both definitely been more graceful, and Caleb can't help the sharp breath as Yussa lifts off him, but the elf makes it onto the table, and Caleb follows a moment later, sprawling beside him. They are both sweaty and out of breath and exhausted, but it's just as it should be after sex like that. Caleb lifts a shaky hand to card it through his own hair, pushing it out of his face.

"Okay," he breathes. "I think that will do it."

His head tilts to regard his companion. Yussa looks as gorgeous like this as he ever does--better, even, if Caleb is to allow himself a bit of a selfish perspective. This is his handiwork. Well-fucked is a good look on him. He regards him with a deep fondness as he seeks out his hand between them, just touching his fingers to the back of it for a little connection.

"Everything all right?" he asks gently. That was pretty intense even for him, and it's always better to check in.

Yussa doesn't immediately respond beyond the way his hand moves beneath Caleb's gentle touch. It is not acceptable to fall asleep here on this table, but there is a part of him that would like to do so.

He opens his eyes slowly and tips his head so that he can look at the younger man. Yussa manages a faint, brief smile.

"I'm fine, thank you." His voice is hoarse and he is an utter mess, but if this has served its purpose to clear Caleb's head, Yussa is willing to endure all of that. Hand feels so heavy as he lifts it, but he reaches to stroke his fingers over Caleb's bearded cheek.

"And you? Feeling clearer?"

Given the effort it must take to move at all, Caleb appreciates the gentle touch to his face all the more. He's got to be a terrible mess himself, but it isn't as though anyone else will see them. This is something that is just theirs.

"Ja, much," he reports, realizing it's true. The distraction and cloudiness of mind that have plagued him for the better part of two days now seems to have abated. Now he's left only with the Feywild's usual influence. "Thank you." His smile is mostly in his eyes, but gods, he really is grateful. He'll owe Yussa something truly wonderful for this.

Not that it wasn't enjoyable for both of them, but still. He's relied on him quite a lot.

"Good," he murmurs, a faint smile in his voice. He shifts more so that he's partially on his front, arms pillowed beneath his head. "As much as I would like to sleep, we need to find our way out of here, Master Widogast. And I will need you for that."

Which is not to say he has participated for purely selfish reasons, but he needs his lover's keen mind, his fresh eyes, and his focus. The latter has been considerably compromised for a while.

"If you manage to get up before I do, hand me my clothes."

He lifts his hand from beneath Caleb's so that he can manage the somatic element of Prestidigitation. He casts it twice: once on himself, and again on Caleb, to take care of the worst of the mess between them.

"You will have me," Caleb promises. If there's anything he wants, it's to get out of here and prove to Yussa that he still has a brain in his head--fucking isn't all he thinks about.

That seems like an indication that he should get up and hand Yussa his clothes, so after he's been prestidigitated relatively clean, he makes an attempt. He feels wrung out and sore, but he's got to be doing better than Yussa. He pushes himself up, then slowly to the edge of the table, where he gets his footing carefully before standing.

Their clothing is a bit scattered, since they were both removing it in a hurry, but Caleb manages to collect all of it from the floor and place it on the table, Yussa's divided from his own. With a little momentum behind him, starting to get dressed isn't quite so daunting.

"Despite the circumstances, there is something satisfying about fucking on one of Halas' workroom tables," he observes wryly as he pulls on pants, glancing up to meet Yussa's eye with a curl of his lips.

Yussa takes a moment to recover himself as Caleb collects their clothes. He stays horizontal - even as he pulls on his smalls and his trousers - until it is no longer practical to do so. With a soft sigh, the archmage eases off the table. He will be sore, of that he has no doubt. He combs his fingers through his hair and he cannot help a quiet laugh at Caleb's comment.

He looks over his shoulder at the table in question and allows himself a satisfied smirk.

"Hm. I think you're right," he says as he pulls his shirt back on. It doesn't take long for Yussa to dress again, thankfully. Though he wears layers for adventuring, they are more or less practical.

In the chilly fall of the year, Yussa Errenis finds himself in a place he has not been in a very long time: the heart of the Empire.

Caleb has often visited him in Nicodranas, and while Yussa has been perfectly content to stay in his tower - as he often is - he's recently felt an itch to travel again. Not ready or just uninterested in another grand adventure alone, he decides it is time that he see the reality of the life Caleb lives, the one that he hears about often enough but has little context for beyond decades-old memories.

So, he arrives in Rexxentrum and goes immediately to the Soltryce Academy, hooded and cloaked against the cold but bright day. Upon setting foot on the grounds, he disguises himself. Nothing drastic, but there are still those here he would not care to run into. Besides, he feels he would draw too much attention looking like himself while doing what he plans to do.

When he pushes his hood back, Yussa appears as a young, pale half-elf with dark hair and gray eyes. He confirms his destination by asking a passing student for directions, and as the wind blusters through the grounds of the academy, Yussa slips into the very back of the large lecture hall where Caleb Widogast is preparing to begin class. Yussa observes with quiet admiration and mild amusement. It does not surprise him that Caleb is--not informal, but he's a personable teacher and an informative but entertaining lecturer.

During a break in class, Yussa slips out with other students and makes his way through familiar halls. It isn't difficult to find Caleb's office, nor is it difficult to let himself in. He finds that amusing. Yussa drops his disguise as a student comes down the hall, startling them.

"Please tell Master Widogast that he has a guest when he has finished his lecture," he says before he slips into the office and closes the door behind him.

When Caleb is informed by a student after his lecture that he has a guest waiting for him in his office, one who has apparently just let themself in, he assumes it must be one of the Nein. Few others would be so presumptuous. But when he asked whether his guest left a name, he is told no and given a rather perplexing description: an elven man with brown skin and short pale hair, well-dressed and rather petite, but with a commanding presence. Of course, Caleb knows someone who fits that description to a t, but has trouble believing he would be here, especially without a word.

In fact, he is convinced it must be some odd coincidence right up to the point where he opens his office door and finds none other than Yussa Errenis waiting for him. He draws up short right where he is in his own doorway. More than surprised, he's utterly mystified.

"Master Errenis," he greets. "This is a very unexpected pleasure." Beyond their forays into the Folding Halls, Caleb has never actually seen Yussa outside of Tidepeak Tower. To suddenly find him in his office feels rather like being confronted by a tropical bird in Eiselcross.

Though Caleb is glad to see him, the strangeness of the situation has him on his back foot--and deeply curious. Stepping inside, he closes the door again behind him and deposits the stack of papers he is carrying beneath his arm on his desk. "What has brought you to Rexxentrum today, my friend?"

His office is small and a bit cluttered, but gets good light from two large windows, especially around this time of day. He keeps nothing especially important here, preferring as he always has to carry items of any consequence on his person for safe-keeping, typically in his amber vault. The space is decorated eclectically, with the single unifying theme being cats.

There are cats everywhere. Little cat-shaped statuettes in all shapes, sizes, and materials, from wood to stone to yarn, can be seen on his desk, on bookshelves, on windowsills. There are a variety of hand-drawn cats on display as well, with notes and signatures indicating that they'd been gifted to him by students. In fact, students are the source of all of his cats apart from the trio of lucky figurines he'd acquired in Xhorhas, which are lined up on his desk, each with one paw raised. His love of cats is well known, and his collection has seemed to grow itself. Though he has been teaching for nearly two years now, it still surprises and touches him when students gift him these small tokens, often accompanied by messages of gratitude. He keeps and displays them all.

Yussa has entertained himself with perusing Caleb's book cases. At first he was more interested in the titles, but eventually his attention shifted to the little cats all over the room. He's inspected several of them by the time Caleb opens the door, and he's still holding one: a lovely wooden cat painted calico. Hi golden eyes are warm and only they give away that he is hiding a smile.

"Of course it is."

Unexpected, and a pleasure. Yussa is known for his reticence to go anywhere, for his tendency to be hermitical. He looks pleased that he's put his younger colleague on the back foot. He moves closer to the desk and sets the calico cat down before folding his hands beneath his cloak.

"Oh, well. I was passing the teleportation room and thought I might take you up on your invitation," he says lightly. Caleb made that invitation quite some time ago now, a passing remark that Yussa would be welcome should he ever decide to come north. Perhaps it was made with the knowledge that Yussa rarely leaves Tidepeak, but he doesn't think Caleb was disingenuous in the offer.

Besides, the Nein used his home - his personal residence - as a travel hub more than once, and since he has made his welcome clear to Caleb, the other man has not hesitated to visit both on whims and with invitation. The only difference is that Yussa could not directly teleport to Caleb's house: he hasn't seen it.

"I hope I am not imposing."

Caleb interprets Yussa's amusement quite clearly, despite how understated it is. He would like to think he's learned to read him well. At his response, Caleb does smile, leaning against the edge of his desk and observing the changes to his friend's typical attire. A heavy cloak with a warm fur collar. Rexxentrum in fall must be very cold for him.

"Not at all," he assures warmly. He'd certainly made that offer assuming Yussa would have no interest in actually taking him up on it, but he's delighted to be proved wrong. "I am always pleased to see you, Yussa. It is flattering that you would come north just for a social call."

Yussa is certainly making it seem like this was a simple act of whimsy, but Caleb knows him well enough to be very aware that he never leaves his home without a good reason. He could not have chosen to teleport to the heart of the Empire, to sweep his way into the Soltryce Academy, without some significant consideration prior. That he'd decided to do so entirely as a surprise to Caleb is charming--and exactly what he deserves, given how often he and the Nein have arrived in Tidepeak without warning.

"I have one more class today," he says, "and then I am all yours. Your presence would be welcome if you wish to observe, especially if you allow me to introduce you. It would certainly ensure my students are on their best behavior."

"I will be happy to intimidate your students into behaving," he says with an almost demure look. Yussa steps closer and allows himself a passing intimacy: he reaches up to gently cup Caleb's chin, indulging the urge to feel his beard beneath his fingers.

Then he steps back to take off his cloak. Beneath, Yussa wears an ensemble that would not be terribly out of place in Rexxentrum, though it is still very much suited to him. Yussa Errenis has no intention of completely giving up his own aesthetic, but this serves both to fit in as much as someone like him can, and--well. He has heard Caleb talk about his home and he knows the other man lives modestly. Yussa need not be opulent in his home.

"I look forward to seeing a full lecture."

Caleb's smile grows wider and his eyes brighten with mirth as Yussa agrees, his modest offer of intimidation both amusing and exactly what he'd intended. As it always does when Yussa draws near, his heart beats a little faster as he raises a hand to his face. That gentle touch makes his expression soften, and he is about to return it when Yussa draws away. Though they've been involved (that seems the best word for whatever their relationship is, close but non-descript) for some time now, those little intimacies still feel like a privilege. It makes him happy when Yussa initiates them.

Beneath Yussa's cloak is a beautiful but understated outfit quite different from his usual, though still with the distinct flavor of his particular taste. Caleb takes him in with slightly wide eyes. His lover is not yet done surprising him today, it seems. "Zemnian styles suit you," he observes, reaching out to take Yussa's cloak for him as he does. Though many of the details are reminiscent of Yussa's home, the overall effect is very familiar to Caleb, and would not be out of place this far north. There are not many styles that wouldn't suit Yussa, but Caleb is enthralled by seeing him in this one.

"Ah--a full lecture?" Meaning he has seen part of one before?

It is worth the effort to see the way Caleb looks at him now. Yussa hands over his cloak with another smile that hides in his eyes and in the very corners of his mouth.

"Even in layers, I did not think my usual choices would bear up here."

He would stand out, and Yussa values his privacy too much to do that unintentionally. His smile grows, unbidden, as Caleb seeks clarification.

"Yes, I was in your last class until the break. Then I came here and sent a student to you."

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