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"I leave that to you," he concedes. "That part of me is yours, at least until morning." A smirk appears then, golden eyes bright with interest and teasing. Caleb's hand is warm on his thigh and hip, and he is often reminded how much of him his human lover can touch.

Warmth hints in his face as the other man's fingers drift along the curve of his ass. Yussa shifts slightly, bringing himself an inch or so closer to his patron. The pride in Caleb's face when he thinks of what he's managed tonight is terribly attractive on him. Yussa muses that he's seen a similar light before - sometimes over arcane work, sometimes in answer to praise from him.

Caleb's eyes widen for the briefest moment, then grow darker as that answer strikes unexpectedly at a desire and a weakness he's only fully realized for the first time tonight. He knows how Yussa is his tonight, but the reminder with that playful and provocative look has--well, probably exactly the effect Yussa intends it to.

The hand that wasn't quite gripping his ass now very deliberately is, and Caleb uses it to drag Yussa the rest of the way against him and into a short but heated kiss. "And what a waste it would be to choose to leave you empty," he whispers between them when it breaks.

Yussa can practically see the spark in Caleb's eyes as the comment lands, and just a breath later he's being pulled closer and into a kiss. He arches against his patron and his fingers brush into Caleb's hair as their mouths meet. The kiss is short, but it still leaves Yussa feeling a rush of heat.

"Is this the first time you've had something so fine all to yourself?" he asks, a grin in his voice as he slips his leg over Caleb's hip, leaving himself open to Caleb's touch, wherever it might go. He gives the other man another kiss, attempting to draw it out just a little more.

Yussa knows he's still wet, possibly more so after riding Caleb's cock not that long ago. His arousal hasn't really waned since Caleb walked through the door and even if the bath washed away the evidence of it, there is no hiding it for long. Not left bare and open as he is.

"Take inspiration in knowing there is nothing I would deny you," he murmurs sweetly. "You have taken such care of me, my sweet one."

The phrase skirts very close to the words that mean so much between them. But Caleb is always his sweet boy, even if the man he is playing at being tonight isn't.

As soon as Yussa's leg slides over his hip, Caleb uses his grip to pull him those last few inches flush to his body, negating the space between them. He is utterly dazzled by this man, who is certainly the finest thing he's ever owned, even temporarily. When the kiss breaks, Caleb looks at him with something akin to wonder, quickly mingled with the sort of startled, helpless adoration of a man who had not prepared his heart to endure such sweetness.

(And Yussa may not call him boy, but the phrase is close enough for him to hear it anyway.)

"How could I do otherwise? I am not the sort of man who can afford to take fine things for granted," he says, the softness of his voice between them belying its intensity. "And I have never had anything so precious just for me."

His heart aches with that admission, as true in reality as in fantasy.

"But already I have decided that I cannot let the first time also be the last."

Yussa makes a soft, eager sound as Caleb drags him closer still. The adoration is bare on his patron's face and he strokes his fingers down the back of Caleb's neck in a tender caress meant only for him. His response is perfect, and Yussa knows it is as true in the life outside of this room as it is in the fantasy: Caleb cherishes such things, if he can accept them in the first place.

He smiles, softer and warmer as the younger man fiercely assures him that this visit will not be the last. His hand moves again to cradle his patron's cheek and Yussa rewards his dedication with a deeper, sweeter kiss and insinuates his body against Caleb's.

"I will be yours," he murmurs. Yussa shifts to reach between them, wanting to touch his cock. "As I am now." Another kiss and a gentle, teasing bite to Caleb's bottom lip.

Caleb sighs against Yussa's mouth as the older man claims his space against his body and past his lips with a sweep of his tongue, heavy with conflicting contentment and longing. His eyes slip open when the kiss breaks, meeting Yussa's just as he makes that promise. A hand making space between them finds his cock more than half hard by now, and Caleb moans at that first brush of his fingers. His own hand on Yussa's ass squeezes reflexively, digging into the soft flesh.

Yussa's gentleness is almost too much. His heart wasn't ready for this intimacy. But gods, he craves it. This soft, playful fondness feels so natural, so easy. He seeks another kiss before he responds, needing--more. Just more.

"I'll think of you," he promises breathlessly. "It will be many months before I save enough to see you again. But I know now that having you for even a night is worth every coin I can spare."

Yussa's breath shivers when he feels Caleb getting harder against his palm.

"And now you know I will be worth it," he quips, smiling against Caleb's mouth. Yussa moves, hooking his leg around Caleb's hip as he rolls onto his back, intent on bringing the younger man with him. It's easy enough to get him settled between his thighs and it means Yussa has both hands now to do as he pleases. The one near Caleb's cock wraps fully around it, stroking slowly. The other reaches up to cradle his face, thumb sweeping across his cheek.

"Perhaps I will send you a book in the meantime. To remember me by."

As if there is any actual chance that someone like him could slip Caleb's mind now that the younger man has had him. Even before that his patron was obsessed with the idea of him and that thought makes something warm and eager curl low in Yussa's body.

Yussa rolls and Caleb rolls with him, following the momentum with a startled bark of laughter. He winds up between his thighs with a little adjusting, and Yussa's hand has more freedom to move over his cock, which is readily returning to full arousal with his touch. The speed of it feels miraculous, but then, that was the point of giving him drugs.

His breath grows shallower again, and he cants his hips into Yussa's grip, grinding against his palm. Looking down at the gorgeous man beneath him and nuzzling the slender hand cradling his face, and can't help smiling.

"I do not need a book to remember you." His eyes are bright, dancing with playful warmth. "But I would enjoy one."

His hands are braced on the bed to hold him over Yussa's body, but he does manage to sweep one out across the sheets until his fingers brush glass. Ah yes, there it is.

"Would it be a dirty book?" he presses, teasing. "That preview earlier of your current reading has left me intrigued by your taste in smut, Herr Yussa."

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"Oh, I wouldn't assume to send you some dry arcane tome... I'd like my contribution to stand out in your library." Even if he well knows that Caleb Widogast has a collection of smut that might make anyone blush. Anyone except Yussa.

"And I would be eager to sate your curiosity... to give you insight into my preferences," he purrs. If this patron is eager to see what pleases him, far be it from Yussa to keep him from it. The idea is exciting outside of their game, too. It's a terrible oversight that he's never given Caleb anything out of that part of his library, or that he's never really alluded to its existence in the first place. Something to remedy after all of this, when they are back in Tidepeak.

He's vaguely aware that Caleb's hand is moving somewhere outside his line of sight, but given his focus, he doesn't think about it much beyond that. His hand moves faster for a few strokes, then slows again.

"Any gift from you would have pride of place in my library regardless of its contents," Caleb promises dutifully, though his words grow more breathless as Yussa's hand coaxes his cock to stiffen. "But I am eager to learn about you most of all." His lips brush the heel of Yussa's hand, which hides part of his clever grin. "And I will admit to a...proclivity for naughty literature."

Hooking the plug between his fingers, he drags it back toward him, but does nothing with it just yet. He has other ideas which become more tempting the longer he spends gazing at Yussa, looking between the hand moving on his cock and the sultry expression of interest playing out on his face.

With a decisive kiss to the inside of Yussa's wrist, Caleb leans back just enough to move beyond his reach, kneeling to regain the use of his hands.

"Turn over onto your front, please." There is no change in his own playful demeanor, but he is getting more comfortable giving casual instruction.

Yussa smiles as Caleb kisses his hand. He catches the movement of Caleb's hand, briefly seeing the plug before the other man's lips find his wrist. Then he pulls away, leaving Yussa to look up at him expectantly. Even so, the easy instruction sends a shiver of warmth through him. He lifts a brow, a coy but subtle challenge, but does as he's asked.

He moves carefully to avoid kicking or otherwise hitting his patron as he turns onto his front, assuming he should get his knees beneath him, at least. For now, he props himself up on his hands, keeping his body mostly level as he peers back at the younger man behind him.

"Like this? Or should I get lower?"

Yussa so rarely asks things like that, instead intuiting what's needed or wanting, or simply demanding what he wants. To make his point, he lets his knees slide further apart, exposing him more and lowering his hips a fraction.

This provocative, playfully contrarian side of Yussa is one that Caleb has rarely seen before tonight--perhaps not ever, really. It almost feels like a test, as though he is intentionally presenting a challenge for Caleb each time he waits for direction or demands specificity, prompting him to practice reinforcing his control.

That direction was fairly clear, he thought, but he doesn't have any complaints about watching Yussa present himself on his hands and knees, demonstrating one pose, then another for comparison.

"Hm. Let me see." Caleb remains warm, but impartial, as though he really is considering his options as he leaves the plug by his knee, within easy reach, and runs a broad hand down along Yussa's right flank. Swift and abrupt, he pulls it back a short distance, and his palm connects with a resounding crack across the right side of Yussa's ass, just sharp enough to make his hand smart.

That impulsive choice comes with a spike of adrenaline so strong it makes him momentarily dizzy. Now his pulse is pounding.

"Ja, this will do nicely, if you can maintain it," he says, distantly impressed by his own ability to feign disaffection. But it's far from the first time tonight he's followed through on the urge to spank Yussa, is it? "Do not move."

Part of the thrill of the night is that Yussa can't entirely predict what will happen from one moment to the next. Even with that in mind, it still takes him by complete surprise when Caleb's appreciative caress turns into a sharp smack. It's enough to make Yussa jump, startling a sound out of him and sending a rush of heat to his face.

The pain doesn't linger, but he can still feel the little sting and the heat left behind. Yussa swallows thickly and he finds himself having to catch his breath a bit. Whatever effect Caleb intended, he certainly has Yussa's attention - and his compliance. The archmage remains exactly as he is, his mind clear enough to meditate on the words if you can maintain it.

Now he has to resist the urge to sink onto his forearms. He's done this to himself, of course, and that is part of the appeal. It's been a few decades since anyone presumed to take that kind of liberty with him, but--it's been about as long since he really invited anyone to.

That it was Yussa's choice to put himself in this position makes it very much not Caleb's problem if he must swallow his pride if it turns out he can't maintain it. That smack seems to have had the effect of eliminating his willfulness for the moment, just as he'd similarly grown docile earlier. Caleb will certainly remember that.

This position is perhaps not quite as ideal for his own plans as having Yussa lay on his belly, but it still works very well, which makes challenging Yussa to live with the consequences of his brattishness more than worthwhile.

Caleb widens his own stance to brace himself at a steady center of gravity on the bed, walking back far enough that the angle when he bends to meet Yussa's backside is comfortable. Both hands squeeze the round cheeks of his ass and spread them, and Caleb's tongue wets his lips as he takes in the sight of his own come dripping sluggishly from his lover's well-fucked hole. Of course he leans down the rest of the way and drags the flat of his tongue over his rim to lap it up. How could he do anything else?

Yussa finds himself regretting his decision the moment he realizes what Caleb is doing. Gods, he really should have been able to predict this. When has Caleb ever given up the chance to clean up after himself? His soft moan sounds startled as Caleb grips his ass and runs his tongue over his well-used hole.

In an attempt to compensate, Yussa lets his knees slide further apart, lower his hips more to the bed. He knows the positions Caleb prefers for this, and being down on the bed would certainly make it easier for his patron (and for him). His face burns, aware of what a mess he must be with his lover's come dripping out of him. He's made this difficult for himself twice over: if he were on his belly, he could at least attempt to find some relief grinding against the bed while Caleb tongues his ass. He aches to touch himself and grips the blanket beneath him to keep his hands were they are.

"Gods, Caleb," he whispers, keeping his voice down in an attempt to keep from moaning. He can feel the heat in his face spread lower.

Caleb's lips curl with amusement as Yussa already shifts, dropping his hips lower in a way that forces Caleb to readjust as well. As he moves, the hand spreading Yussa open on his left side pulls back and reconnects a splitsecond later with another satisfyingly sharp smack, landing where the curve of his ass is softest and thickest. Now he's evened it out, at least.

"Schatz, I said that you weren't to move," he reminds, all gentle warmth. "Can you not manage this position after all?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth returns as soon as he has his balance again, both hands feeling the lingering warmth of flesh striking flesh as they hold Yussa open for him. His tongue sweeps over the soft give of his lover's stretched hole, dipping easily into his ass. Caleb's cock stands hard between his thighs, the golden warmth of arousal pooling again low in his body as he feels how yielding his lover is against his mouth, opened up so thoroughly that his hole barely resists penetration.

Yussa gasps when Caleb gives him another firm smack in retaliation - punishment - for moving the way he did. His face burns, and somehow it is only made worse by the gentle tone his patron uses before getting back to his task. Caleb's hands hold him open and the way the other man holds him makes him very aware of the lingering sting where he was just hit.

He doesn't answer, either, too distracted by the way Caleb is fucking him with his tongue. His body yields effortlessly and a whine catches in the back of Yussa's throat. It feels obscene, the mingling mess of oil, come, and now saliva dripping down, especially knowing how wet his cunt is after all of this. There's a throb of heat and tension low in his body, his cunt briefly bearing down around nothing. He wants to sink lower, to rest on the bed while Caleb eats him out, but he's set himself up for this and apparently must live with it.

There are worse things to endure than his lover's exacting demands, especially when Caleb has paid so dearly for the privilege.

Caleb has made demands, but any punishment should Yussa fail to meet them would only be the playful sort; perhaps he could be spared even that if he only admitted that he needs to lay down after all. But he leaves that choice entirely up to his lover. He is going to do what he likes regardless.

Currently, that means tonguing at his ass like a man starved and making an obscene mess of his face in the process. He swallows more oil than come, he's sure, and more still mixed with his own saliva seeps down to coat Yussa's blood-hot folds, which have already been soaked for--gods, a while now. The last time Caleb touched his cunt was nearly two hours ago, when he fucked him before taking his ass the first time. He was dripping wet then, so much that Caleb had commented on it. He didn't get to come.

He can imagine how his cunt must be aching. He's been vaguely aware of this, but hadn't yet solidified the full picture to put together just how needy Yussa might be feeling. The idle sense of curiosity that has led to this casual avoidance since they woke now sharpens. How long could Yussa tolerate being touched everywhere but there? What would he do to bring Caleb's attention to that need? And what would he be like when Caleb finally fucks him the way he craves?

These are questions worth answering, he thinks. And this may be his only opportunity.

He doesn't last nearly as long as he thought he might. Yussa is never quick to admit defeat, but gods, Caleb is persistent. And skilled.

"Caleb--" It's several moments more before he can manage to get even his patron's name out. "I--can I lay down? Please."

Yussa feels his thighs tremble a bit as he tries not to spread them further, tries not to lower himself to the bed the way that he wants to. It takes some effort to admit defeat, but not as much as it takes to stay as he is while Caleb goes after him like a man starved. Gods, his cunt is aching and he knows exactly how that tongue would feel where he really wants it. He finds himself trying to tip his hips, as if even getting a brush from Caleb's chin would be enough.

Yussa relents more quickly than he thought he would, thighs quivering as he gasps his name, pleading to lay down even as his hips tilt up toward his mouth. Caleb sits back, and there is a triumphant smile in his voice when he responds.

"Of course, schatz. Go ahead."

Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth doesn't do a lot for the state of his face from the nose down, but since he is planning to get right back to it, that doesn't much matter. Yussa all but collapses, thighs spreading until he's laying flat on the bed. It takes a lot, honestly, for Caleb to keep from chuckling, equally fond and amused.

"There. Easier this way, isn't it?" he says, running a hand down his lover's back.

Yussa sinks down as soon as he's given permission. It's less graceful than he'd like, but effective. He keeps his legs spread to ensure Caleb has easy access, and to get as flat to the bed as he can. He grinds against the bed a little and manages to hold back a moan when he gets pressure that he wants against his clit. He won't make himself come, of course not. But it does take the edge off, just a little.

"Yes," he sighs. He can hear the amusement in Caleb's voice but he doesn't attempt to admonish him. Instead, he arches his back into the other man's touch as Caleb's hand slides down along his spine.

He's grateful for the short reprieve as Caleb takes a little bit of time before diving right back in. He tries to take a moment to catch his breath, feeling somewhat ridiculous that he's so worked up when Caleb hasn't done more than use his tongue. Then again, he's been reduced to a needy creature by that mouth before, perhaps it's not such a surprise.

Yussa is frequently endearing, but he manages to be especially so like this, flustered and aroused enough that he can do nothing but lay flat on his belly with his legs open, grinding against the bed. That Caleb has managed to get him so wound up with relatively little he'll attribute to his work over the course of the evening, as well as the denial he's carefully orchestrated.

"Then perhaps you will do as I ask next time," he says, still amused more than admonishing. His hand trails down from the small of Yussa's back to give his ass a playful squeeze, and he leaves it there as he gets settled into place.

Caleb rests on his front as well between the wide splay of Yussa's thighs, his cock pinned beneath him against the sheets. His head and chest are raised, supported by elbows on both sides of Yussa's hips, hands again gripping his ass to spread him open. This is much easier. When he bends to return to his work, he doesn't have to think about anything else. His tongue laves over his hole lightly at first, flat and barely applying pressure before pressing deeper with a firmer lick, easy as anything.

He wonders if Yussa has an alternative to the plug--something bigger. Perhaps he'll look after he fucks him again.

Yussa murmurs something that sounds like an affirmation or agreement as Caleb squeezes his ass, then settles right back into work. Gods, it isn't enough to get him off, but he knows that his own pleasure really isn't the point here. It's oddly thrilling, but still ultimately frustrating.

He squirms beneath Caleb's grip, both to seek pressure and friction from the bed but also driven by every lick, every thrust of his tongue as it sinks effortlessly into him. It's a heady thing to be reminded just how--open he is.

His fingers curl in the blanket again, gripping it tightly. He badly wants to fill his cunt and he can't quite bring himself to beg for it just yet. Not when his pride is still recovering from getting spanked and gently chided.

The way Yussa squirms isn't subtle. His arousal and frustration have resulted in a palpable desperation, a twitching need Caleb can sense just beneath the surface, like a current his lover's body can barely contain. He needs more, but through his own choice, he is not in a position to demand it.

Caleb is fascinated by this side of Yussa, and at least part of that intrigue is rooted in how he can and cannot relate to him. Most often, it is Caleb who finds himself voluntarily in this position: willingly subservient to his lover's will, available to be used however Yussa might wish, yet silently enduring denial of his own needs, knowing that any pleasure or release he experiences will be purely at his lover's behest. Caleb understands Yussa's current frustration intimately. He finds it freeing to have that choice taken from him. But he is certain that Yussa doesn't get quite the same things from it that he does, though he must find it thrilling in other ways. Why continue, if not?

Tilting his head fractionally, Caleb's wet mouth makes a brief detour over the curve of Yussa's ass, teeth nipping playfully into thicker flesh as his hand slips away, instead tucking beneath Yussa's hip. It pushes between him and the bed until Caleb feels his fingertips nudge a familiar swollen bud, then just a little further to pinch the other man's stiff clit between his fingers. There. He isn't trying to keep him from coming. The opposite, if anything.

As his tongue circles his opening again and sinks back into the pliant heat of his hole, a low hum vibrates in Caleb's throat. But his mouth is too happily occupied to pause for words, even the sort he knows would make Yussa's thighs quake. No matter; he's pretty sure he can accomplish that between his fingers and tongue alone.

"Ah--" Yussa's hips jerk when Caleb's hand slips beneath him to pinch his clit. He can't tell if it's mercy or a reward or teasing, but it doesn't really matter: it feels amazing. He moves between Caleb's fingers and his tongue, trying to fuck the tight space he's been given while Caleb holds him in place.

He knows that Caleb takes pleasure in giving his willing, effortless submission; even if Yussa wants to submit, rarely finds himself in the right frame of mind to simply do it. He cannot recall the last time he even asked for such a thing, he has little practice. But he does find relief and pleasure in ceding control to someone he trusts, even if it takes... encouragement. Enforcement. Caleb is very capable of giving him what he needs and wants - they would not have lasted so long otherwise - but this feels more explicit in the boundaries of the game. Quieting Yussa's mind takes a different kind of effort.

Caleb moans against him and the feeling of his voice earns an echo of that sound from Yussa. He braces himself against his forearms for a bit more leverage though his body remains flat to the bed. His thighs flex as he grinds against Caleb's hand and soon enough he's panting. Tension builds low in his body and he can feel the rising crest of his pleasure. If Caleb doesn't stop him, he'll come like this.

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