Darkness has finally taken the street outside the Chateau, and washed over Yussa's suite as well, with the exception of a few lamps he must have lit earlier. Caleb can still see him well enough, but he wouldn't mind a little more light. Still, he waits on that request; the quiet twilight seems appropriate to the moment, the soft shadows pooling over Yussa's tired body highlighting the gentle curves and smooth planes of his form. Caleb can imagine sinking into him and losing himself. As his hand moves over his cock, he does imagine it.
Meeting the other man's eyes all but steals his breath again. They are dark and gold and far more fixed than they were even a minute ago, and he can read there the shared need he also feels, the one he intentionally meant to inspire. It would be irresponsible of him to leave Yussa wanting this way. He knows he is making excuses to himself, justifying the intensity of his own darker desire. But if the result is the same, and equally wanted, then what does it matter?
The steadier sound of Yussa's voice confirms his resolve. He smiles softly, shadows deepening the lines around his blue eyes, painfully fond already of this man he ostensibly met only hours ago. But it seems Yussa might be equally surprised by him. Caleb--client Caleb, fantasy Caleb--did hope to leave a favorable impression on the man he's saved so much to lay with. He's looked forward to this for so long now, but even he couldn't know how well it would go.
"I am a welcome surprise, I hope," he replies, a little of that intensity simmering beneath the gentle rasp of his voice. "Let's give you what you asked for, ja?"
He helps Yussa move, his touch gentle but firm with that possessiveness he just can't seem to shake. Something about Yussa's soft state, his still trembling limbs and dazed slowness, pulls that chord in him. After giving three orgasms good enough to render him weak and pliable, something Yussa himself couldn't have predicted, he's earned his pleasure.
"Turn over for me, schatz," he urges kindly after he's helped to close and lower Yussa's legs back to the bed. After laying in this splayed position for so long, muscles tensing again and again, he assumes a change might be appreciated. He is there to assist, and to drag a pillow down for Yussa to lay his head on once he's arranged on his stomach, then another to slide beneath his hips so he won't have to hold himself up. Caleb's hand strokes down his spine, admiring again the way deepening shadows play over his skin. "Comfortable?" he wonders.
It is a great relief to find that the powerful feeling he is exploring has an aspect of kindness as well, interwoven with and just as intense as the darkness.
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Meeting the other man's eyes all but steals his breath again. They are dark and gold and far more fixed than they were even a minute ago, and he can read there the shared need he also feels, the one he intentionally meant to inspire. It would be irresponsible of him to leave Yussa wanting this way. He knows he is making excuses to himself, justifying the intensity of his own darker desire. But if the result is the same, and equally wanted, then what does it matter?
The steadier sound of Yussa's voice confirms his resolve. He smiles softly, shadows deepening the lines around his blue eyes, painfully fond already of this man he ostensibly met only hours ago. But it seems Yussa might be equally surprised by him. Caleb--client Caleb, fantasy Caleb--did hope to leave a favorable impression on the man he's saved so much to lay with. He's looked forward to this for so long now, but even he couldn't know how well it would go.
"I am a welcome surprise, I hope," he replies, a little of that intensity simmering beneath the gentle rasp of his voice. "Let's give you what you asked for, ja?"
He helps Yussa move, his touch gentle but firm with that possessiveness he just can't seem to shake. Something about Yussa's soft state, his still trembling limbs and dazed slowness, pulls that chord in him. After giving three orgasms good enough to render him weak and pliable, something Yussa himself couldn't have predicted, he's earned his pleasure.
"Turn over for me, schatz," he urges kindly after he's helped to close and lower Yussa's legs back to the bed. After laying in this splayed position for so long, muscles tensing again and again, he assumes a change might be appreciated. He is there to assist, and to drag a pillow down for Yussa to lay his head on once he's arranged on his stomach, then another to slide beneath his hips so he won't have to hold himself up. Caleb's hand strokes down his spine, admiring again the way deepening shadows play over his skin. "Comfortable?" he wonders.
It is a great relief to find that the powerful feeling he is exploring has an aspect of kindness as well, interwoven with and just as intense as the darkness.