Gods, he can't. He can't listen and stay separate at the same time. He can't maintain his concentration when he's hit with something more than pure physical sensation. Yussa tries, knowing what this gives Caleb: a space in which he can do and say things he might normally refrain from. He wants to give his lover that. He can.
He tries to think instead of how charming he found it when Caleb flew up to his tower, bypassing the front door and Wensforth altogether. Impertinent, but charming. How far he's come from the terrified, paranoid young man he first met, one who could barely breathe in his presence for the fear of what if. Perhaps the only member of the Nein who realized how dangerous Yussa Errenis could be should he turn against them. And one of the two reasons why Yussa indulged at all, Caduceus Clay being the other. Caleb Widogast, waiting in thin air for him to appear, both to make a request and, perhaps, to say--not goodbye. Yussa doesn't think either of them would have tolerated that well.
Hope to see you next week, he'd said instead. Not quite a promise to return, but the hope that he would. The intention to try. Yussa sent him off with the only resources he had at the time that he knew would be of use. Caleb Widogast, even if there are things he is still learning, did not need spells from him.
His fingers twitch against the bed, but Yussa manages to keep himself under as Caleb fills him again and again. His cock is perfect, the hands toying with his breasts are perfect. Oh, what he'll do when he is awake.
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He tries to think instead of how charming he found it when Caleb flew up to his tower, bypassing the front door and Wensforth altogether. Impertinent, but charming. How far he's come from the terrified, paranoid young man he first met, one who could barely breathe in his presence for the fear of what if. Perhaps the only member of the Nein who realized how dangerous Yussa Errenis could be should he turn against them. And one of the two reasons why Yussa indulged at all, Caduceus Clay being the other. Caleb Widogast, waiting in thin air for him to appear, both to make a request and, perhaps, to say--not goodbye. Yussa doesn't think either of them would have tolerated that well.
Hope to see you next week, he'd said instead. Not quite a promise to return, but the hope that he would. The intention to try. Yussa sent him off with the only resources he had at the time that he knew would be of use. Caleb Widogast, even if there are things he is still learning, did not need spells from him.
His fingers twitch against the bed, but Yussa manages to keep himself under as Caleb fills him again and again. His cock is perfect, the hands toying with his breasts are perfect. Oh, what he'll do when he is awake.