Though Caleb knows he hasn't awoken yet, Yussa moves more than he does as his pleasure builds, stretching and tightening and shaking. When that final shiver goes through him, making him tense around his fingers, Caleb makes a pleased noise against his neck, a quiet, rumbling hum, and kisses the soft skin beneath his jaw before sitting up.
His fingers persist a little longer, allowing Yussa to ride that swell of sensation as long as he can. Then they pull out of him as slowly as they'd slid in.
At last, he allows himself to view his work. His clean hand slides the hem of Yussa's kaftan all the way up his thighs, the fabric folding over his hips. The sight of his glistening, flushed folds between splayed legs brings a rush of pride and satisfaction, but also pure, aching desire, reminding him of his own arousal. His cock strains at his smalls, and Caleb stands to remove them.
"I was considering prolonging things by using my mouth next," he murmurs, the first words he's spoken aloud in Common for some few minutes now. "But that will have to wait. I need you sooner."
When Caleb returns to the bed, it is to position himself kneeling between the archmage's legs, guiding them open further with gentle hands into a comfortable spread. His cock fits neatly along his slit, a slick, slow slide of his most sensitive nerves against Yussa's as he grips his hips for leverage. Precome beads at the tip and is quickly rubbed away against his clit, as mesmerizing to watch as it is to feel. His lover's swollen folds are soaked with his own arousal, and as he grinds against him, his shaft is soon slick with it too.
"You are perfect like this," Caleb tells him softly, fondly, voice breathless and rasping. He smiles, tired around the edges, but tender. "Relaxed and open, but still aching for more. It is not my intent to interrupt your rest, so I will go slow. But how could I resist you?"
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His fingers persist a little longer, allowing Yussa to ride that swell of sensation as long as he can. Then they pull out of him as slowly as they'd slid in.
At last, he allows himself to view his work. His clean hand slides the hem of Yussa's kaftan all the way up his thighs, the fabric folding over his hips. The sight of his glistening, flushed folds between splayed legs brings a rush of pride and satisfaction, but also pure, aching desire, reminding him of his own arousal. His cock strains at his smalls, and Caleb stands to remove them.
"I was considering prolonging things by using my mouth next," he murmurs, the first words he's spoken aloud in Common for some few minutes now. "But that will have to wait. I need you sooner."
When Caleb returns to the bed, it is to position himself kneeling between the archmage's legs, guiding them open further with gentle hands into a comfortable spread. His cock fits neatly along his slit, a slick, slow slide of his most sensitive nerves against Yussa's as he grips his hips for leverage. Precome beads at the tip and is quickly rubbed away against his clit, as mesmerizing to watch as it is to feel. His lover's swollen folds are soaked with his own arousal, and as he grinds against him, his shaft is soon slick with it too.
"You are perfect like this," Caleb tells him softly, fondly, voice breathless and rasping. He smiles, tired around the edges, but tender. "Relaxed and open, but still aching for more. It is not my intent to interrupt your rest, so I will go slow. But how could I resist you?"