Yussa's voice is low and beautifully silken, and Caleb is utterly enraptured by him. His blue eyes have gone dark, lids half lowered as he watches him. Being asked to consider where he'd like to finish--options--
"Gods," he chokes out, cock throbbing in the archmage's hand as a few of those options enter his mind. It is a miracle he doesn't expire on the spot--or come embarrassingly soon, having barely thought about where he'd like to finish at all. He watches Yussa's gorgeous lips curl. His self-satisfaction and confidence are attractive as ever, and somehow even more so when Caleb knows how utterly outclassed he is in this way. Caleb can't resist him, and Yussa knows it.
He can also only think that he must have been wrong. Judging by his skill, the unruffled ease with which he lowers his mouth onto his cock, Yussa must enjoy this quite a bit. There is no question that he is enjoying himself now, driving Caleb out of his mind with the unique pleasure of this very unexpected act.
The younger wizard's hands wrench at the sheets as more of his length slides past his lover's soft lips. His mouth is perfect. He can feel the wet press of his tongue along the underside, the head nudging at his palate, the slick softness of his cheeks. A whimper rises from Caleb's throat as he uses every ounce of restraint he can muster to keep his hips relatively still, only halting little shudders upward rather than arching off the bed.
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"Gods," he chokes out, cock throbbing in the archmage's hand as a few of those options enter his mind. It is a miracle he doesn't expire on the spot--or come embarrassingly soon, having barely thought about where he'd like to finish at all. He watches Yussa's gorgeous lips curl. His self-satisfaction and confidence are attractive as ever, and somehow even more so when Caleb knows how utterly outclassed he is in this way. Caleb can't resist him, and Yussa knows it.
He can also only think that he must have been wrong. Judging by his skill, the unruffled ease with which he lowers his mouth onto his cock, Yussa must enjoy this quite a bit. There is no question that he is enjoying himself now, driving Caleb out of his mind with the unique pleasure of this very unexpected act.
The younger wizard's hands wrench at the sheets as more of his length slides past his lover's soft lips. His mouth is perfect. He can feel the wet press of his tongue along the underside, the head nudging at his palate, the slick softness of his cheeks. A whimper rises from Caleb's throat as he uses every ounce of restraint he can muster to keep his hips relatively still, only halting little shudders upward rather than arching off the bed.