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.
There is much to admire about Yussa like this, shaky from having come twice already, still getting his bearings, inner thighs chafed red. His easy dominance seems to have been exhausted out of him for the time being, and he leaves how they proceed entirely up to Caleb, who smiles when he realizes that Yussa is looking down his body at his cock.
Still interested, then. That's good, because he hasn't even gotten started.
"Like this," he says, and pushes himself up to arrange Yussa how he wants him: on his back, legs bent and knees pushed up toward his shoulders. He looks so small like this, with one of Caleb's hands holding the back of his thigh, and beautifully on display, his flushed face and bright gold eyes, bruised chest and red thighs, and both of his slick holes. Caleb, stroking his cock in his other hand, looks his fill, eyes heavy and dark with want.
But he isn't doing this just to look. "Ready?" He's breathless too. But he doesn't guide his cock to his lover's ass, despite their extensive preparation. With a sharp breath followed by a low groan, he rubs his cockhead through his wet folds and pushes into his cunt, rocking steadily deeper and coating his cock just as well as he could have with more oil.
Yussa rolls completely onto his back as Caleb gets between his legs. He's still catching his breath as the other man strokes his cock. Even worn out, he still wants this man and the way Caleb looks at him makes him feel like he truly is the only thing in the world.
What he does next, however, takes Yussa by surprise. Rather than pushing into his thoroughly prepared ass, Caleb takes his cunt. The golden elf moan sharply and drops his head back as his body yields to the cock filling him. He isn't expecting it and it earns a few breathless curses as Caleb rocks into him. Still, he feels good and Yussa grabs blindly for his lover's thigh like he means to get him closer.
His legs tense where they're pressed against Caleb and he tries to grind closer.
Caleb is aware of what Yussa had been expecting, and takes his own quiet pleasure in subverting that, if only briefly, as the elf curses beneath him. It's satisfying to be able to surprise him still. With the way Yussa reaches to draw him in and how his cunt flexes so perfectly around his cock to do the same, is tempting to continue this way a little longer. But he keeps his purpose in mind, and fucks deep with only a few more efficient thrusts before withdrawing completely.
Yesterday they'd hurried, and using plenty of oil was the only responsible thing to do. But they hadn't today, and Yussa's ass is stretched and well-oiled already, which means that Caleb can indulge. His flushed cock is visibly wet when he pulls it from the other man's cunt, more than enough for his purposes. With a light touch, he redirects his length down to tease the head against Yussa's well-prepared rim. There is only so long he can wait when he finds it hot and slick and surprisingly soft. While still not so pliant as his cunt, his hole yields with just a little concentrated pressure, and the slow push to sheathe his cock inside that tight, perfect passage is not so difficult as it was before--for either of them, he suspects.
Breathing loud and unsteady, Caleb caresses the edge of where they're joined, the muscle now tightly stretched around the base of his cock. Yussa may as well be the only thing in the world, for all that nothing else seems to matter but him. "Oh, schatz," Caleb sighs, brow knitting up in pleasure as he gives the gentlest, shallowest thrust he can just to watch the way his cock rubs slickly out and in again. "Look at how well you take me."
Yussa arches his back as Caleb fucks into him with a few good thrusts and he cannot help the sound that escapes him when the man abruptly pulls out again. His fingers dig against Caleb's thigh, but he offers no actual protest and his bare patience is reward with the feel of his lover's cock pressing against him again. He makes himself relax and there is reassurance in knowing he is far more prepared than he was yesterday.
Still, that doesn't stop the sharp breath he takes, the moan that edges it, as Caleb pushes into him. His body yields and there is delirious, obscene pleasure in knowing the younger wizard's cock is lubricated with Yussa's own wetness. His breathing is ragged as the other man strokes against the stretched muscle yielding to him, making Yussa intensely aware of how full he is. His free hand grips the edge of the table and he groans quietly as Caleb rocks back, then pushes deep again.
Even after the urgent, rushed reintroduction to this yesterday, it still feels new. It's been quite some time since he did this, and it feels right somehow that Caleb is the one to break the streak. Certainly the bare admiration and obvious desire sweeten the experience.
There are more slow, shallow thrusts this way, as Caleb is mesmerized by watching where their bodies join. His gaze trails up at times to his cunt, invitingly wet and dark with arousal, then up the length of Yussa's body, taking in slim lines and subtle softness and the gorgeous purpling bruises on the warm brown skin of his chest. As his thrusts become longer and more demanding, he watches the way his small tits bounce as he pushes in with a slap of skin on skin, and--fuck, he wants to put more marks there, and along Yussa's thighs and shoulders and neck. Everywhere this beautiful, perfect man will let him leave them.
Caleb's voice rises in choked gasps and low moans, and his hand trails up from Yussa's rim, his thumb grazing a messy path through the flushed and swollen lips of his cunt to his clit. He strokes just above where he'd be most sensitive, rubbing up and down with the pad of his thumb with firm pressure in a deliberately disjointed rhythm from the one he's building up fucking his ass.
Finally he focuses on the other man's face the way he couldn't when they did this yesterday. He watches his lips part around ragged breaths, the flush high in his cheeks, and finally meets his eyes directly, and can't look away. It's like lightning down his spine, making his heart beat faster, his hips rock harder.
"I have needed this for hours," he admits in a rush of breath. "Far longer than I let on. You...just being near you...I could not stop thinking about how good you were yesterday."
His thighs press tight against Caleb's sides as his thumb slides between slick folds and over the hard bump of his clit to rub above where he's most sensitive, working him up without the discomfort of direct pressure. The difference in rhythm means he cannot fall completely into complacency. Yussa can feel his cunt flutter around nothing as Caleb fucks into him, filling him none the less. He can feel the demand behind every thrust as the younger man takes what he wants and there is something intoxicating in that.
Molten gold meets bright blue and though Yussa has trouble focusing, he cannot truly look away. His head falls back with a low groan as Caleb confesses his need and how long he has been waiting.
"I--I appreciate your--mm--" He can't finish the sentence, instead arching toward the other man as he rocks deep. "Restraint."
The word comes out as a moan and Yussa's grip on the edge of the table tightens.
Caleb actually laughs at that, though the sound is a little breathy and stilted. "Ja, restraint," he pants with humor. "We'll call it that." That makes it sound a lot more noble than it really was. But if Yussa approves, he'll take it.
Watching him arch and twist and grab the table for stability is captivating. Caleb keeps his thrusts firm, loving their effect on Yussa as much as he loves how the constant hot tight friction feels around his cock. His thumb flicks back and forth over the swell of his clit, and he wonders how it must feel to be both empty and full, whether the ache of it is sweet or frustrating.
With a sharp roll of his hips, he buries his cock deep in the other man's ass and braces his other hand on the table so he can lean down, kissing over and between his breasts as he continues to fuck him. He presses his mouth to the marks already left there and soothes his tongue over stiff, sensitive brown nipples. He's being gentle enough that the first scrape of teeth and pinch of suction to an unmarked stretch of soft skin might come as a surprise.
There's a tremble in Yussa's hips and thighs as he tries to meet every thrust, the promise of a building peak he hasn't quite reached yet. Caleb's mouth is hot on his skin as he presses open-mouth kisses across his breasts and he pushes a hand into his lover's hair as his tongue teases him. Unthinking, he pulls Caleb's hair and he is rewarded with a sharper drag of teeth and a harder suck as the young man picks a new place to bruise.
"Yes," he hisses, voice raw.
Yussa isn't sure if it's the rough attention of Caleb's mouth or the steady stroke of his thumb that pushes him over the edge, but it doesn't matter: it works. A wave of tension rolls through him and his hand drops from Caleb's head to his shoulder, nails digging against his lover's shoulder as he comes. He tightens around the cock inside him and whimpers as he is reminded of just how full he is, even if his cunt is empty.
With encouragement like that, how could he not continue? He kisses roughly along the curve of a breast, sucking another mark to the surface as a sharp spark of pain jolts through his own body when Yussa grips hard at his shoulder. He groans, the sound muffled against Yussa's skin, as the older man tenses around him with orgasm, tightening around his cock.
Like making his lover come (again--a third time now) has granted him permission, Caleb slips his hand from between them and uses it to grip Yussa's hip instead as he fucks him with a renewed need. The grip of Yussa's ass like this is wildly good, and Caleb pursues his own pleasure self-indulgently, driving into him at a pace that makes the sound of his hips meeting the curve of Yussa's ass audible. The way he continues to suck fresh bruises into his breasts is entirely because it satisfies him to do so, fulfilling an urge to mark and claim that he's felt constantly since yesterday.
It's a little longer before his own pleasure begins to rise, his thrusts getting shorter and sharper. He moans against Yussa's chest, then into the curve of his neck as he kisses his way up. And when that pleasure finally crests he pins the elf's slim hips to the table with his and comes hard enough to wrench a low groan from his chest, his cock pulsing into the tight heat of his ass.
As his orgasm ebbs, Yussa's grip on Caleb goes weak. His hand slides down from shoulder to bicep and the only reason his position doesn't shift is because of the man above him, fucking hard into him as he chases his own pleasure.
Yussa pants hard for air, still trembling beneath Caleb as he bites and sucks and leaves bruises on his breasts wherever he can. He'll be sore for a few days but it's worth it for what he'll see in the mirror. He whimpers when he feels Caleb come. He's quickly pinned down to the table and all he can do is breathe as the last of his strength leaves him.
Even if he wanted to move, he isn't sure he could just now. Yussa's hand slides the rest of the way down Caleb's arm in a weak but affectionate caress before it falls away and hits the table.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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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Still interested, then. That's good, because he hasn't even gotten started.
"Like this," he says, and pushes himself up to arrange Yussa how he wants him: on his back, legs bent and knees pushed up toward his shoulders. He looks so small like this, with one of Caleb's hands holding the back of his thigh, and beautifully on display, his flushed face and bright gold eyes, bruised chest and red thighs, and both of his slick holes. Caleb, stroking his cock in his other hand, looks his fill, eyes heavy and dark with want.
But he isn't doing this just to look. "Ready?" He's breathless too. But he doesn't guide his cock to his lover's ass, despite their extensive preparation. With a sharp breath followed by a low groan, he rubs his cockhead through his wet folds and pushes into his cunt, rocking steadily deeper and coating his cock just as well as he could have with more oil.
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What he does next, however, takes Yussa by surprise. Rather than pushing into his thoroughly prepared ass, Caleb takes his cunt. The golden elf moan sharply and drops his head back as his body yields to the cock filling him. He isn't expecting it and it earns a few breathless curses as Caleb rocks into him. Still, he feels good and Yussa grabs blindly for his lover's thigh like he means to get him closer.
His legs tense where they're pressed against Caleb and he tries to grind closer.
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Yesterday they'd hurried, and using plenty of oil was the only responsible thing to do. But they hadn't today, and Yussa's ass is stretched and well-oiled already, which means that Caleb can indulge. His flushed cock is visibly wet when he pulls it from the other man's cunt, more than enough for his purposes. With a light touch, he redirects his length down to tease the head against Yussa's well-prepared rim. There is only so long he can wait when he finds it hot and slick and surprisingly soft. While still not so pliant as his cunt, his hole yields with just a little concentrated pressure, and the slow push to sheathe his cock inside that tight, perfect passage is not so difficult as it was before--for either of them, he suspects.
Breathing loud and unsteady, Caleb caresses the edge of where they're joined, the muscle now tightly stretched around the base of his cock. Yussa may as well be the only thing in the world, for all that nothing else seems to matter but him. "Oh, schatz," Caleb sighs, brow knitting up in pleasure as he gives the gentlest, shallowest thrust he can just to watch the way his cock rubs slickly out and in again. "Look at how well you take me."
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Still, that doesn't stop the sharp breath he takes, the moan that edges it, as Caleb pushes into him. His body yields and there is delirious, obscene pleasure in knowing the younger wizard's cock is lubricated with Yussa's own wetness. His breathing is ragged as the other man strokes against the stretched muscle yielding to him, making Yussa intensely aware of how full he is. His free hand grips the edge of the table and he groans quietly as Caleb rocks back, then pushes deep again.
Even after the urgent, rushed reintroduction to this yesterday, it still feels new. It's been quite some time since he did this, and it feels right somehow that Caleb is the one to break the streak. Certainly the bare admiration and obvious desire sweeten the experience.
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Caleb's voice rises in choked gasps and low moans, and his hand trails up from Yussa's rim, his thumb grazing a messy path through the flushed and swollen lips of his cunt to his clit. He strokes just above where he'd be most sensitive, rubbing up and down with the pad of his thumb with firm pressure in a deliberately disjointed rhythm from the one he's building up fucking his ass.
Finally he focuses on the other man's face the way he couldn't when they did this yesterday. He watches his lips part around ragged breaths, the flush high in his cheeks, and finally meets his eyes directly, and can't look away. It's like lightning down his spine, making his heart beat faster, his hips rock harder.
"I have needed this for hours," he admits in a rush of breath. "Far longer than I let on. You...just being near you...I could not stop thinking about how good you were yesterday."
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Molten gold meets bright blue and though Yussa has trouble focusing, he cannot truly look away. His head falls back with a low groan as Caleb confesses his need and how long he has been waiting.
"I--I appreciate your--mm--" He can't finish the sentence, instead arching toward the other man as he rocks deep. "Restraint."
The word comes out as a moan and Yussa's grip on the edge of the table tightens.
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Watching him arch and twist and grab the table for stability is captivating. Caleb keeps his thrusts firm, loving their effect on Yussa as much as he loves how the constant hot tight friction feels around his cock. His thumb flicks back and forth over the swell of his clit, and he wonders how it must feel to be both empty and full, whether the ache of it is sweet or frustrating.
With a sharp roll of his hips, he buries his cock deep in the other man's ass and braces his other hand on the table so he can lean down, kissing over and between his breasts as he continues to fuck him. He presses his mouth to the marks already left there and soothes his tongue over stiff, sensitive brown nipples. He's being gentle enough that the first scrape of teeth and pinch of suction to an unmarked stretch of soft skin might come as a surprise.
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"Yes," he hisses, voice raw.
Yussa isn't sure if it's the rough attention of Caleb's mouth or the steady stroke of his thumb that pushes him over the edge, but it doesn't matter: it works. A wave of tension rolls through him and his hand drops from Caleb's head to his shoulder, nails digging against his lover's shoulder as he comes. He tightens around the cock inside him and whimpers as he is reminded of just how full he is, even if his cunt is empty.
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Like making his lover come (again--a third time now) has granted him permission, Caleb slips his hand from between them and uses it to grip Yussa's hip instead as he fucks him with a renewed need. The grip of Yussa's ass like this is wildly good, and Caleb pursues his own pleasure self-indulgently, driving into him at a pace that makes the sound of his hips meeting the curve of Yussa's ass audible. The way he continues to suck fresh bruises into his breasts is entirely because it satisfies him to do so, fulfilling an urge to mark and claim that he's felt constantly since yesterday.
It's a little longer before his own pleasure begins to rise, his thrusts getting shorter and sharper. He moans against Yussa's chest, then into the curve of his neck as he kisses his way up. And when that pleasure finally crests he pins the elf's slim hips to the table with his and comes hard enough to wrench a low groan from his chest, his cock pulsing into the tight heat of his ass.
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Yussa pants hard for air, still trembling beneath Caleb as he bites and sucks and leaves bruises on his breasts wherever he can. He'll be sore for a few days but it's worth it for what he'll see in the mirror. He whimpers when he feels Caleb come. He's quickly pinned down to the table and all he can do is breathe as the last of his strength leaves him.
Even if he wanted to move, he isn't sure he could just now. Yussa's hand slides the rest of the way down Caleb's arm in a weak but affectionate caress before it falls away and hits the table.
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