Caleb manages the ten-minute ritual cast to get the dome up around them without anything getting too weird, followed by a few casts of prestidigitation to get them both cleaned up. Yussa has already slipped into his rest by the time he's finished, asleep rather than trancing. He doesn't resist being gathered close again, and in fact he barely stirs when Caleb guides his head to rest against his shoulder.
Exhaustion only seems to have crept up more heavily as the minutes passed, and with Yussa against him, warm and familiar, it takes barely any time at all for him to fall asleep.
When he is woken several hours later, it is still as dark as it was before but for the golden lights in the branches above them, and nothing in their vicinity seems to have changed. Caleb blinks once, blearily, then closes his eyes again, determined to go back to sleep. But what's woken him isn't external--it's his own body. Still barely awake, Caleb registers the insistent ache of arousal. He's hard again, likely has been for some time. His erection is trapped between his stomach and Yussa's, perhaps even encouraged by the occasional friction of skin in sleep.
Yussa hasn't stirred. He still doesn't when Caleb reaches between them and angles his cock between his thighs instead, grinding along his slit. He's no longer soaked as he was earlier, but far from dry. His folds are pleasantly slick, especially around his entrance, and flushed hot with arousal. He can feel how stiff his clit is, pressed against his cock. Caleb's hips roll slowly, mindlessly, barely considering what he does beyond the immediate need to relieve this ache. Yussa is soft and pliant against him, clearly aroused also, and Caleb can't see why he shouldn't find some relief this way.
He is gentle as he shifts them both, though he doesn't pay much mind to whether he wakes Yussa or doesn't. But it isn't difficult to move him from his side onto his back, and even less to roll on top of him between his legs. Caleb tucks his face into the warm skin between his neck and shoulder. Heavy breathing becomes a soft, relieved grunt as he lines up his cock and pushes into his cunt without much thought, a possessiveness that barely considers--or cares--if Yussa is still asleep or not. There's no pause as he begins to fuck him, muffling soft, sleepy moans against his neck as he enjoys how it feels to stretch his tight walls with these first few thrusts.
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Exhaustion only seems to have crept up more heavily as the minutes passed, and with Yussa against him, warm and familiar, it takes barely any time at all for him to fall asleep.
When he is woken several hours later, it is still as dark as it was before but for the golden lights in the branches above them, and nothing in their vicinity seems to have changed. Caleb blinks once, blearily, then closes his eyes again, determined to go back to sleep. But what's woken him isn't external--it's his own body. Still barely awake, Caleb registers the insistent ache of arousal. He's hard again, likely has been for some time. His erection is trapped between his stomach and Yussa's, perhaps even encouraged by the occasional friction of skin in sleep.
Yussa hasn't stirred. He still doesn't when Caleb reaches between them and angles his cock between his thighs instead, grinding along his slit. He's no longer soaked as he was earlier, but far from dry. His folds are pleasantly slick, especially around his entrance, and flushed hot with arousal. He can feel how stiff his clit is, pressed against his cock. Caleb's hips roll slowly, mindlessly, barely considering what he does beyond the immediate need to relieve this ache. Yussa is soft and pliant against him, clearly aroused also, and Caleb can't see why he shouldn't find some relief this way.
He is gentle as he shifts them both, though he doesn't pay much mind to whether he wakes Yussa or doesn't. But it isn't difficult to move him from his side onto his back, and even less to roll on top of him between his legs. Caleb tucks his face into the warm skin between his neck and shoulder. Heavy breathing becomes a soft, relieved grunt as he lines up his cock and pushes into his cunt without much thought, a possessiveness that barely considers--or cares--if Yussa is still asleep or not. There's no pause as he begins to fuck him, muffling soft, sleepy moans against his neck as he enjoys how it feels to stretch his tight walls with these first few thrusts.