Caleb continues to plant kisses along Yussa's neck as his mage hand works him over, both hands returned to kneading at his breasts now that he no longer needs one free for somatics.
He has only the most rudimentary understanding of how trancing works, but he can imagine it must take some mental acuity to remain in that half-conscious meditative state when one's body is enduring enough stimulation to have woken anyone from a normal sleep long ago. Luckily mental acuity is something Yussa has in spades. There is something particularly appealing in the knowledge that the way Yussa's body reacts--every time he tightens or quivers, the gentle way his lips part, his shortness of breath--is entirely involuntary, a pure and honest reaction to how Caleb is making him feel.
It's absolutely intoxicating to feel him come on his cock this way. It doesn't even take very long.
"Ah, there--"
His walls squeeze and flutter around him as Caleb continues his deep, measured grinding. Caleb moans against his shoulder, feels the shock of pleasure spreading through the body beneath his in the tremble of slender brown limbs. Beside his own self-satisfaction is a quiet awe and reverence for the man he's bedding--has been bedding for some time now. He finds himself hoping that Yussa will have a better understanding after this of just how profoundly attractive Caleb finds him, and how honored he feels to count him as a trusted partner in this way.
Caleb's lips find their way to Yussa's ear, which he nibbles on and swipes over with his tongue, breath coming harshly as he feels the inevitable tug of his own orgasm looming again and this time feels no need to stifle it. Notably, his mage hand has not stopped its work, but merely moves its fingers in slightly different motions, a slow rub rather than a fast flicker.
"One more time, dornrΓΆschen," Caleb murmurs, accent thick. "I know that you can."
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He has only the most rudimentary understanding of how trancing works, but he can imagine it must take some mental acuity to remain in that half-conscious meditative state when one's body is enduring enough stimulation to have woken anyone from a normal sleep long ago. Luckily mental acuity is something Yussa has in spades. There is something particularly appealing in the knowledge that the way Yussa's body reacts--every time he tightens or quivers, the gentle way his lips part, his shortness of breath--is entirely involuntary, a pure and honest reaction to how Caleb is making him feel.
It's absolutely intoxicating to feel him come on his cock this way. It doesn't even take very long.
"Ah, there--"
His walls squeeze and flutter around him as Caleb continues his deep, measured grinding. Caleb moans against his shoulder, feels the shock of pleasure spreading through the body beneath his in the tremble of slender brown limbs. Beside his own self-satisfaction is a quiet awe and reverence for the man he's bedding--has been bedding for some time now. He finds himself hoping that Yussa will have a better understanding after this of just how profoundly attractive Caleb finds him, and how honored he feels to count him as a trusted partner in this way.
Caleb's lips find their way to Yussa's ear, which he nibbles on and swipes over with his tongue, breath coming harshly as he feels the inevitable tug of his own orgasm looming again and this time feels no need to stifle it. Notably, his mage hand has not stopped its work, but merely moves its fingers in slightly different motions, a slow rub rather than a fast flicker.
"One more time, dornrΓΆschen," Caleb murmurs, accent thick. "I know that you can."