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While the flora gets more outlandish, Yussa is more interested in the way the canopy is arching over them. And then there's a stairway wrapping around a massive tree trunk.

"Well, at least it doesn't involve scrambling over rocks," he says blithely as they reach the base of the tree. Rather than casting, Yussa starts up the stairs by foot. While he thinks relatively simple spells might not go awry, he would also rather not tempt fate this close to something Halas put here.

It's a slightly longer walk than anticipated, but they get an interesting view on the way, at least. As they near the top of the stairs, Yussa looks back at Caleb.

"Still all right?"

The human wizard looks flushed and warm, and it's possibly just the atmosphere, but it's worth checking before they go further.

He could just be winded from climbing all of those stairs, but he isn't. Or at least not only from that. It was inevitable that Yussa would notice, especially as it's only gotten worse as they drew closer to this area.

"I have been better," he admits. Let his companion take from that what he will. "But let's get to the top and see what we find."

His eyes are dark and his voice and smile are strained. Just about the only thing keeping him from pressing Yussa against the trunk of the tree right now is the height they're at. Gods, he wants--anything. Yussa's body against his, the way it had been again and again yesterday, shaking with how good Caleb made him feel. The taste of him on his tongue, the twist of his hands in his hair, the hot, velvety friction of his ass tight around his cock. He could lose himself in this man for hours, days--

"Ja," he gasps, "let's keep going. Now."

Yussa nods and continues onto the platform. The treehouse is larger than it looked from the ground and he quickly casts Detect Magic to ensure there isn't anything immediately concerning about the door. He also takes a moment to physically check for any traps.

There's nothing to make him hesitate further, so he opens the door and slips inside. His hands remain folded behind him. The interior is a workroom: a heavy table sits in the center with bookcases and cabinets around it. It looks like there may be notebooks, as there were in the study. Yussa has every intention of cleaning this place out, once he's sure what he can take without setting off some kind of trap or any other mishap. It took quite some time in the study to sort that out.

"Well, at least we have this."

Surely they can find a way out from here... once they've looked around some. Yussa wanders over to one of the bookcases - still not touching or pulling anything off the shelves - to see what titles he can discern, if any.

Just as he'd hoped, this seems to be where Halas conducted his experiments in this chamber. He gives the room a quick once-over and sighs.

"This is...quite a find." Enough to make their long detour here completely worthwhile, which is a relief. Normally he would be eagerly casing the room just as Yussa is, but instead he lingers near the heavy table and scrubs a hand across his flushed face. Pinning Yussa against the bookshelf he's looking over is a very appealing idea. Or bending him over the table. Or just having him right on the floor on his back, perfect for kissing those bruises on his chest and making a few more.

Before he even really understands what he's doing, he's pushed away from the table and curled his arms around Yussa from behind, drawing him back against his body as he nuzzles into the crook of his shoulder.

"Sorry," he mutters, "it is not as manageable as I thought."

He is aware that Caleb is coming closer, but he doesn't think twice about it until the other man is wrapped around him. His breath catches when he feels the firm shape of Caleb's cock pressing against him. Ah.

Yussa reaches back to press his hand against his lover's cheek in an affectionate gesture.

"It's all right." He had a feeling this would come back around eventually and he's impressed that Caleb has been holding it off as well as he has been. At least they made it somewhere relatively sheltered. "We can take a break."

He rather suspects Caleb isn't going to give him much of a choice.

A sigh of relief paints Yussa's neck. "Thank you," Caleb murmurs, genuinely grateful for the archmage's patience and understanding. He presses a kiss to the skin beneath his mouth and lets himself rub his cheek into Yussa's hand, almost catlike. He's started to grind against his backside already, finally permitted an outlet for his arousal.

Despite how long it's been building, he doesn't feel quite as frantic as he had the first time yesterday. But it is still a need in a way that differentiates it from normal desire, and he is very glad that Yussa is so receptive, because he's already made himself wait until he can't any longer. He trails hot, increasingly messy kisses up Yussa's neck to his ear, where his teeth tug gently at the lobe before his lips slide wetly up the shell to the delicate point.

"You are so good to me, liebling," he murmurs, talking to himself as much as to Yussa. "I need you undressed so I can touch you." He's already tugging at the sash around Yussa's waist, trying to get that out of the way first. "I have been thinking about fucking your ass again for hours now. Do you want that? You liked it so much yesterday."

The smooth silk of the sash slips from his grip and falls to the floor. Caleb's hands wander up to undo the buckles of Yussa's book harness, but he becomes distracted by his unbound breasts. Warm palms cup them through his shirt while his thumbs find sensitive nipples to rub until he sees them stiffen beneath the fabric.

Yussa tries to keep his breathing even as Caleb's mouth teases up his neck to his ear. He braces one hand against the bookcase and he can feel arousal rising in him as Caleb gropes his chest. His hips shift as fabric and warm pressure teases over his nipples. They're already taut and he scrapes his fingers against Caleb's cheek as the younger man suggests fucking his ass again.

He's still sore, but not so much that it would make him hesitate.

"If you want me on the table, you'll have to get me there," he says, keeping his voice even despite the way Caleb paws at him. He pulls away to slip from his lover's grasp and takes the chance to get his book harness off. He sets the books carefully on the floor and keeps his eyes on Caleb as he leans against the edge of the table. He slips off his shirt, leaving it on the table behind him. His soft brown skin is marked with darker bruises in the shape of Caleb's mouth.

It's unreasonable how quickly Caleb can arouse him, and there is that advantage in managing this. Yussa is a very willing participant.

Though Yussa sounds unaffected, Caleb knows it isn't true. He can feel his hips move, and his nipples have tightened already beneath the insistent touch of his fingers. "I want you everywhere," he says honestly. But Yussa escapes him, leaving him bereft, and Caleb turns with a furrowed brow to watch him move to the table. Ah, of course. He's undressing, just as he'd suggested. And it's a sight that would have any man as aroused as he is now, he's sure.

Well, perhaps not. It is his mouth that left those bruises all across his chest, and the arousal he feels on seeing them now is dizzying, and his mouth falls open with a low moan. They've only grown darker since last night, even more obvious against Yussa's brown skin. He wants to touch his lips to each of them again. He wants so badly to make this beautiful man his.

In just a few short strides he joins Yussa by the table and kisses him hard. His hands cup his ass and he traps him against the table's edge with his body, crowding between his legs and sweeping his tongue into his mouth. His erection grinds against his stomach, and he knows this isn't particularly conducive to undressing, but he can't keep his hands off him. Even if some unknown influence wasn't making his sex drive even more intense than usual, that would be true. With no special effort at all, Yussa does things to him. Caleb desires him with with a voracity that surprises him sometimes. That hunger goes unchecked now, with his usual politeness and attempts at self-control entirely bypassed.

He arches toward Caleb as soon as the man is upon him. Strong hands grab at his ass and Yussa moans against the kiss. It's difficult not to get swept up in his lover's urgency and there is something deliriously exciting about feeling Caleb's shirt rub against his bare skin.

"Caleb--" He takes a sharp breath and tries to move, but there is really nowhere to go. Yussa manages to at least get himself onto the edge of the table properly, which means his feet no longer touch the floor. "If you want me undressed, the boots need to come off or you need to be content with pulling things out of the way."

Yussa doesn't mind either way, if he's honest. Caleb can fuck him wherever he pleases as long as they get his pants out of the way. There is part of him - a far more rational part - that thinks that's the better idea. But he isn't in the mood to deny Caleb anything.

Yussa has a point. If he keeps at things this way, they're going to end up as they were yesterday, haphazardly half-dressed with their pants around their thighs as they fuck. And while that was good, the urgency was intoxicating, he really wants to feel Yussa's skin against his and see every inch of his petite body. Lightheaded and eyes clouded, Caleb pulls back reluctantly with a low hum.

"I'll take them off," he decides, and does. It's sort of a shame because Yussa looks very sexy in them, but he forgets about that entirely when it means he can also help him out of his pants and smalls, tugging them off and down and leaving everything in more or less the same place on the floor.

This means Yussa is naked on the table in front of him, a feast for all his senses, while he's still completely dressed. But he has an absolutely brilliant idea, which he conveys as he swiftly removes his books.

"I'll lay back," he indicates the table with a nod, then pulls his shirt over his head, "and you can sit on my face. Okay?"

Yussa shifts a bit further back as Caleb works the last of his clothes off, joining his boots and books on the floor. And then the younger man makes an excited suggestion and Yussa can't help the soft laugh that it prompts.

"All right. Don't keep me waiting," he says as he nods toward the table. It's wide enough that he doesn't have to move to give Caleb room. Yussa allows himself the pleasure of just looking at Caleb as he removes his shirt. Flushed and pale and handsome.

He lets Caleb get settled on the table and, as soon as he can, he swings a leg over so that he can straddle Caleb's head. Yussa is wet, but further attention certainly won't hurt. And it's very appealing to have Caleb beneath him. He coaxes the other man's hands to his hips, his thighs.

Caleb wasn't going to drag his feet anyway, but given that instruction, he hurries through removing the rest of his clothing, aware of Yussa's gaze on him as he does. There is plenty of space to lay down once he's as bare as his lover, pale skin dusted in red hair and flushed head to toe, his cock reddest of all where it curves up toward his stomach. They move together easily, well practiced with this particular act, even if the location is exotic.

With the older wizard's guidance, Caleb's arms curl beneath his thighs and his hands find places to grip his hips, fingers brushing the other set of bruises he'd left behind yesterday. He feels his mouth water as he's treated to this particular view of Yussa's cunt, flushed and glistening with his arousal.

Practiced and confident, he opens his mouth wide and pulls Yussa down the last few inches to settle against it. He starts by rolling his tongue over the hard swell of his clit and delving between his folds with a low, eager moan, but he loves it when Yussa sets the pace, when he rides his tongue and directs him exactly where he wants.

Yussa moans as Caleb pulls him down and gives that first lick. He leans forward to brace his hand on the table and the other finds its way to Caleb's hair, holding it at the back of his head as he starts to move his hips. He isn't always impatient, but having Caleb beneath him like this brings out that streak. Or maybe it's just the thrill of knowing he can do what he likes and that Caleb wants him to.

He's restrained as he starts, just his hips forward so that he can slide his clit against Caleb's tongue, teasing himself. But soon enough Yussa builds a more insistent pace, adjusting his position so that he can feel Caleb's tongue against his opening. He can feel the prickle of Caleb's beard against his most sensitive skin.

"That's it," he sighs. "Desperate as you are, you still know where you belong."

Yussa may not be under the influence of whatever Caleb ran into hours ago, but he is still susceptible to the influence here, and his impulse control is lower than it might be otherwise.

Gods, is there anything better than this? His head between Yussa's thighs, his face buried in his cunt, held in place by the elegant hand gripping his hair and the roll of the older man's hips as he takes what he wants from him. Caleb is pliant in the most willing, eager way as Yussa builds up to fucking his mouth, grinding his clit on his tongue.

He knows what's expected of him when Yussa cants his hips back to direct him to his entrance, and he does it well, licking up into him as deep as he can reach and curling his tongue as he withdraws, repeating again and again. Yussa is hot and soft against his lips and the taste of him is heady, and Caleb delves into him with such enthusiasm in part to encourage him to drip more over his tongue.

Yussa's proclamation, heated and domineering and true, doubles that enthusiasm as a shiver passes through Caleb's body. His hands grip hard at the elf's slim hips, his own jerk up into empty air, and his cock twitches against his stomach. His startled but absolutely desperate moan is muffled in Yussa's cunt. Yes, this is where he belongs, he hasn't forgotten. He couldn't. If anything, his desperation has only made him want it more. He'd assure Yussa of that if he could speak, but his mouth is currently serving a far more important purpose. He thinks his lover will understand him well enough without words, as his tongue is currently dipping in and out of his cunt, licking around his entrance before pressing back inside.

Yussa knows what he likes, and having Caleb so pliant and willing beneath him makes it easy and satisfying to take. As his pleasure mounts, he loses almost all sense of care for Caleb's comfort. Yussa finds an angle that he likes and pursues it in long strokes: forward until he feel Caleb's tongue pushing into him and back so can grind his clit over Caleb's lips and tongue. He murmurs breathless praise regarding the skill of Caleb's tongue and the perfection of his submission in this. It may not last, given his lover's hackles rising earlier over the mere suggestion of previous affairs, but he'll take advantage while it does.

He gasps and he jerks his hips up as Caleb moans against him, startled by the vibration of his voice even if he expected it. Yussa sinks down again and fucks Caleb's mouth with more urgency. With a little sound that is almost a growl, Yussa forces himself to slow again. His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair.

"If you want to fuck my ass again, you'll need to get me ready," he breathes. He has no intention of stopping his own pursuits. But Caleb has two hands, and he has most certainly learned Prestidigitation by now. He rocks his hips forward so that he can try to fuck himself on Caleb's tongue, indulging that penetration as he demands more.

Caleb makes no complaints. He is more than happy to be used, and Yussa's praise sinks into his very bones, warming him from the inside. He's proud to submit to this man in this way. He enjoys the expectation of it, the way Yussa commands him silently just by moving his body, and he loves knowing that he is good at it, that Yussa is pleased with his skills and his obedience. He loves the taste of his cunt, the dull sting from the grip on his hair, the ache in his jaw. Even now, he could probably lose himself in this as he has so many times before, discarding his own needs and ignoring his cock laying hot and untouched, lazily dripping precome onto his stomach. For a little while, at least.

That growl as Yussa slows and tugs harder at his hair makes Caleb whine into his cunt, and the other man reminds him of his own needs in a way that makes him impatient to satisfy them again. Even hearing the words fuck my ass from Yussa's tongue drives him wild, and he lifts a hand from his hip to sketch the somatics for prestidigation in the air with renewed urgency, and then the thick oil the spell produces is dripping copiously from Yussa's lower back down over the curve of his ass and between his cheeks. Caleb rubs a finger over his rim blindly, testing the give of the muscle and recalling how soft and stretched it was after he pulled his cock out yesterday.

That he can do this at the same time he is fucking his tongue into Yussa's cunt is a gift. Judging the other wizard more than capable of taking it, Caleb puts some force behind his probing finger and feels it begin to press inside. His tongue flexes up and his finger slides deeper, and he begins to move them both at the same time, rocking his finger in and out with the flicker of his tongue.

Yussa briefly arches his back when he feels the viscous oil running over his skin. He keeps himself braced on the table as Caleb spreads it over his hole, then finally pushes a finger into him. His voice catches on the next exhale and for a moment Yussa is still, allowing Caleb the time to slide it deeper. As soon as Caleb moves his tongue against him again, his patience dissolves.

His fingers stay tight in Caleb's hair as he moves between his lover's tongue and the gentle penetration. He'd taken this man's cock not that long ago, all told, and he finds himself hoping it will not take much to work up to it again. He'd rushed things yesterday, and he may yet rush again. Perhaps there is a way to ease that.

Yussa shifts his focus completely to riding Caleb's tongue, using it to please himself, to chase the crest he eased back from just moments ago. Caleb can do what he likes with his hands, but his mouth is Yussa's. His thighs tremble and feeling builds in him and his breath comes faster until he spasms over top of Caleb with the sudden snap of release. His hips jerk, forcing his slick finger deeper on the next stroke. Yussa nearly goes still, kept from moving by the trembling tension in his thighs.

Yussa chases his own pleasure and Caleb is more than glad to let him, meeting him thrust for thrust with his tongue and feeling the tension in his smaller body grow. He's taking a single finger in his ass with ease, and Caleb is rubbing a second against his rim when Yussa jerks and shakes with release. His finger slides deeper and he's blissfully trapped between trembling thighs, gratified as always to have done exactly what was needed to make his lover feel good. Yussa goes still, but Caleb does not, licking into him with unwavering dedication. He knows very well how to work the elven wizard through his orgasm with his mouth. As he does, he pushes that second finger into his ass, glad to feel his hole loosening with far more ease than it had yesterday.

Soon he's withdrawing his tongue to slow, wide stripes through his folds, easing him down from his peak, but also entirely prepared for Yussa to start grinding down on him again. He often pursues several orgasms when he takes Caleb's mouth this way, and Caleb hasn't disappointed him yet. He's eager to continue, even, letting his tongue roll teasingly and provocatively over his clit.

Yussa can use him as much as he likes. As soon as his ass is stretched enough to take his cock, Caleb is going to be doing the same.

Despite his shaking on top of Caleb, Yussa remains stable and doesn't immediately try to stop the man licking at his cunt with knowing experience. He remains still until Caleb pushes a second finger into him, coaxing his body to stretch and accept. His hips jump as that clever tongue teases over his clit, goading him on. A smirk flickers across his mouth and Yussa indulges for a few moments more before his hand leaves Caleb's hair. It drags over his bearded cheek and Yussa lifts himself enough that he can slide it between them, covering Caleb's mouth and denying him access.

He doesn't stop, though. The diminutive elf sinks down again, sighing as slick, swollen folds press against the back of his own hand. He moves, lazily grinding just like that. Yussa doesn't intend to deny himself, but he will do this at his pace and he feels the sharp urge to remind Caleb his place.

"Another," he sighs once he feels more or less comfortable with two fingers in him. He intends to let Caleb take more time than he had yesterday, intent on not leaving himself quite so sore.

Caleb's eyes, pupils blown out and dark, go wide when Yussa's hand covers his mouth. That he then lowers himself back down to grind against his own hand makes his point the way nothing else could. That denial is ridiculously hot, especially because he knows it's all about reminding him of his place, keeping him from getting any presumptuous ideas that he might be in control. He isn't. He gives a frustrated groan, muffled, but he understands the lesson here. His slick lips are parted against Yussa's palm, still eager, and he breathes raggedly through his nose.

He could try to speak now, but he doesn't. He does as Yussa instructs, tucking a third finger alongside the other two and easing all three into his ass.

Yussa's body is small, and even after being opened up wider on his cock yesterday, Caleb can tell that three of his fingers is a stretch for him. They slide easily because they're well coated in oil, but he goes slow because he can feel how tightly his rim still gripping them as he presses them in past the widest part of his knuckles. The rush yesterday had been Yussa's choice, but as good as that felt for him, Caleb is determined to do things differently this time. He wants him stretched open and dripping before he fucks him, not just after.

Yussa can feel Caleb's voice, the quiet protest against his hand. He'll just have to cope with it for a little while, as Yussa is enjoying himself. A soft sound - almost a whimper - escapes as Caleb eases a third finger into him. He can feel the stretch and he slows his hips, trying to give himself time to adjust. He grinds down harder, knowing Caleb's soft mouth is protected from the immediate pressure.

"Good," he breathes, leaning more into the table as he works himself to another orgasm. He feels so wet against the back of his hand, it's ridiculous how much this man can affect him. With another quiet sound, Yussa finally lifts up enough that he can move his hand out of the way. "Make me come, Caleb."

His hand now free, Yussa grips his breast, strokes and teases a firm nipple just for the pleasant little jolt it gives him.

It borders on cruel when Yussa grinds down like that, making Caleb feel the pressure without allowing him any access, and he loves it. Well, he hates it, but he loves hating it. Sometimes he gets as much pleasure from being told no as he does from getting what he wants. Having it dangled in front of him makes him want it that much more.

Which is why he devours him like a man starved the moment he's given permission. A moan catches in his throat, and strains up before he can drag Yussa down against him again. His tongue circles his entrance and licks over and through his folds again and again, his soft lips catch on his clit, and his beard drags against sensitive skin as he eats him out with a purpose.

At the same time, he drags his fingers in and out of his ass with steady determination, pressing them deep before pulling them out again. The pace picks up only when he can feel it getting easier, when he knows Yussa's body is adjusting and a faster fuck will feel good.

He can't stop from crying out when Caleb dives back into his task with vigor. It takes little to push him over the edge then and his head drops as his body goes tight. He squeezes around Caleb's fingers as he shivers apart. Yussa lifts his hips away this time, trying to escape the insistent attention of his lover's mouth when he feels oversensitive. He doesn't want to push too far - he'd like to be able to come again once Caleb is inside him and a rest is still a rest, even if it's brief. And he doesn't want to be completely senseless when Caleb finishes with him.

Both hands grip the edge of the table as Caleb takes to fucking him as his body accepts the stretch, every thrust eased by the oil and by his own relaxing muscles.

"Caleb--Caleb--"

It's all he can manage at first, attempting to announce that he's quite ready.

Truly, Caleb hadn't expected him to come quite so quickly, and it is extremely gratifying when he does. He lifts away quickly despite Caleb's eagerness to continue, and Caleb can only let him go, understanding even if he already misses the soft, slick slide of his folds against his tongue. He continues fucking him with his fingers, at least, until Yussa gasps his name. That never fails to get his attention.

"Enough?" he guesses, the first word he's spoken in some time. His voice is a rasp, and he swallows thickly.

He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving Yussa empty and recovering over him. He frees his arms and rearranges his grip, squeezing the curve of his ass with both hands. "On your back, ja?" he suggests.

"However you want me," he answers, still breathless. He makes a quiet sound when Caleb grabs his ass.

Yussa pulls away on unsteady legs. He's suddenly very grateful for how wide the table is as he half collapses off to the side, one leg still draped over Caleb's chest. His inner thighs are red where they've rubbed against Caleb's bearded face.

He stays as he is: if Caleb wants to move him, the younger man can do so. For now, Yussa takes the chance to catch his breath. The space around them hasn't changed, which is a good sign. They have time yet to tend whatever needs Caleb has. Which reminds him. He lifts his head enough to peer down Caleb's body, admiring the sight of his cock, flushed and needy and leaking precome against his stomach.

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