A sigh of relief paints Yussa's neck. "Thank you," Caleb murmurs, genuinely grateful for the archmage's patience and understanding. He presses a kiss to the skin beneath his mouth and lets himself rub his cheek into Yussa's hand, almost catlike. He's started to grind against his backside already, finally permitted an outlet for his arousal.
Despite how long it's been building, he doesn't feel quite as frantic as he had the first time yesterday. But it is still a need in a way that differentiates it from normal desire, and he is very glad that Yussa is so receptive, because he's already made himself wait until he can't any longer. He trails hot, increasingly messy kisses up Yussa's neck to his ear, where his teeth tug gently at the lobe before his lips slide wetly up the shell to the delicate point.
"You are so good to me, liebling," he murmurs, talking to himself as much as to Yussa. "I need you undressed so I can touch you." He's already tugging at the sash around Yussa's waist, trying to get that out of the way first. "I have been thinking about fucking your ass again for hours now. Do you want that? You liked it so much yesterday."
The smooth silk of the sash slips from his grip and falls to the floor. Caleb's hands wander up to undo the buckles of Yussa's book harness, but he becomes distracted by his unbound breasts. Warm palms cup them through his shirt while his thumbs find sensitive nipples to rub until he sees them stiffen beneath the fabric.
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Despite how long it's been building, he doesn't feel quite as frantic as he had the first time yesterday. But it is still a need in a way that differentiates it from normal desire, and he is very glad that Yussa is so receptive, because he's already made himself wait until he can't any longer. He trails hot, increasingly messy kisses up Yussa's neck to his ear, where his teeth tug gently at the lobe before his lips slide wetly up the shell to the delicate point.
"You are so good to me, liebling," he murmurs, talking to himself as much as to Yussa. "I need you undressed so I can touch you." He's already tugging at the sash around Yussa's waist, trying to get that out of the way first. "I have been thinking about fucking your ass again for hours now. Do you want that? You liked it so much yesterday."
The smooth silk of the sash slips from his grip and falls to the floor. Caleb's hands wander up to undo the buckles of Yussa's book harness, but he becomes distracted by his unbound breasts. Warm palms cup them through his shirt while his thumbs find sensitive nipples to rub until he sees them stiffen beneath the fabric.