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.
Much like yesterday, this orgasm lasts, and Caleb is panting and dazed by the time it finishes. Yussa is fucked out to exhaustion under him, and Caleb is not feeling much different. His arms tremble as he pushes himself up. Sitting back on his heels feels like an ordeal, even if his body is still thrumming sweetly. Carefully, he pulls his slowly softening cock from the clutch of Yussa's stretched rim and watches his come follow, dripping onto the table.
Caleb pushes his cleaner hand through his hair and whispers a curse in Zemnian.
It's probably too much--no, definitely, after fucking him like that and leaving his breasts a mess of mouth-shaped bruises--but two of his fingers go in so easily when he brings them to the hole he'd just used, stroking along soft, warm walls. For all the austerity he holds himself with for most, Yussa can be a surprisingly pliant little thing when he's given reason to be.
There's no real goal to this touch beyond the satisfaction it brings him and the claim it enforces, gentle and affectionate as it is. He considers whether he should finger his cunt too, maybe wrest another orgasm out of him. He thinks he probably could, if he went at it with enough patience and finesse.
But he also wants to pull Yussa into his arms and keep him there. Nothing else seems quite as important.
"Worn out already?" he jokes, given away by his own tired smile.
Yussa lays there panting and dazed as Caleb pulls out of him. He can feel the man's come spill from him, and if he were not so overheated already, it might prompt a blush. Eyes nearly closed, he's taken entirely by surprise as two fingers push back into him, filling him where Caleb had just withdrawn. The penetration earns a soft, startled moan as his lover's fingers stroke inside him, claiming him again with gentle insistence.
His legs draw up but he makes no attempt to actually push Caleb away or ask him to stop. Yussa finally opens his eyes fully when he hears Caleb's voice and he manages to focus on the younger man's face.
"Unless you have more use for me," he murmurs, voice heavy and warm with the hint of a smile. Perhaps not the best answer if he wishes to avoid inciting Caleb again, but his lover looks tired - perhaps he is safe for now.
Had he not said that, he might have been. Caleb's gaze sharpens with surprised interest. There's almost a laugh in his voice when he says, "You really should not tempt me like that right now."
He'd hoped that this would tide him over. Like yesterday, he hasn't gone entirely soft, and his body would very much like to continue (is demanding that he continue) despite how worn out he feels. But they have things to do (he remembers those things better than he had yesterday, thankfully), and Yussa has come three times already, and he isn't feeling this the way that Caleb is. But he isn't shying away from his touch, so at least he isn't too sensitive for it.
"Or perhaps that is your intention," he muses aloud. "Is that it, schatz? You want me to use you?" His fingers push deeper, sliding through a mess of come and oil. "You did tell me yesterday I could have you as much as I want."
While he wouldn't hold Yussa to promises made while he was being fucked out of his mind, the reminder serves the provocative purpose he intends. Caleb spreads his knees wider and leans down just far enough to kiss the inside of the man's thigh, near to where the friction from his beard has rubbed his brown skin a darker, redder shade.
The sudden shift in his lover's expression has warmth pooling low in him, and Yussa is shocked by his own readiness on the heels of all that. There is something basely appealing in all of this and Yussa cannot bring himself to deny that. Perhaps he is wearing himself out in a way he need not, should not, but...
A soft groan drags from his chest as Caleb pushes his fingers deeper with wicked accusation regarding his motives. Yussa's thigh tenses beneath the warm press of Caleb's mouth and his eyes nearly close. He should control this, or at the very least make an attempt to. He manages to focus on Caleb and manages to speak some reason:
"I want you clear-headed," he murmurs. He needs Caleb to be clear headed, though he questions his own judgment regarding whether or not this is the best way to achieve that. Even knowing that this is indulgent doesn't stop him wanting it - at least that he can chalk up to the Feywild's influence.
That groan is promising. Caleb works his fingers in and out more deliberately now, his warm, slick mouth trailing up to the inside of the other man's knee. The reason he gives makes perfect sense to Caleb, who's been hazy most of the day, and would certainly continue as such if they stopped now. But he also takes no small amount of personal pleasure in that answer, because it was not a refutation.
"That is a yes, then," he concludes, lips curling with the shadow of a smirk. "What if I want to fuck your tight ass until I am satisfied, and ignore your cunt entirely? If I forget all about rubbing your cock until you beg for my touch so you can come?"
He'll forget no such thing, of course, but intentionally withholding pleasure from Yussa is a game he's never played before. Partly because he hasn't been bold enough, but mostly because he derives too much satisfaction himself from giving his elven lover an excess of pleasure. But a little temporary denial as Caleb makes use of his body may drive him wild in a different way.
Yussa breathes sharply as Caleb indulges in that kind of talk. His thighs tremble and he can feel his cunt throb around nothing as the other man murmurs those hypothetical threats. He lolls his head to look at Caleb again, lips parted.
"This may be your only chance," he murmurs. That's likely an exaggeration, but this is the first time Caleb has ever played at withholding anything from him and Yussa finds himself wondering how much of that he can or would tolerate. Perhaps a question to revisit while they are not under the influence of this place, but he is offering the chance now, at least.
He finds himself wanting to see what it would be like to see - feel - Caleb take his own pleasure with no regard to his own. He can think of one instance, and he had been trancing at the time.
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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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Caleb pushes his cleaner hand through his hair and whispers a curse in Zemnian.
It's probably too much--no, definitely, after fucking him like that and leaving his breasts a mess of mouth-shaped bruises--but two of his fingers go in so easily when he brings them to the hole he'd just used, stroking along soft, warm walls. For all the austerity he holds himself with for most, Yussa can be a surprisingly pliant little thing when he's given reason to be.
There's no real goal to this touch beyond the satisfaction it brings him and the claim it enforces, gentle and affectionate as it is. He considers whether he should finger his cunt too, maybe wrest another orgasm out of him. He thinks he probably could, if he went at it with enough patience and finesse.
But he also wants to pull Yussa into his arms and keep him there. Nothing else seems quite as important.
"Worn out already?" he jokes, given away by his own tired smile.
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His legs draw up but he makes no attempt to actually push Caleb away or ask him to stop. Yussa finally opens his eyes fully when he hears Caleb's voice and he manages to focus on the younger man's face.
"Unless you have more use for me," he murmurs, voice heavy and warm with the hint of a smile. Perhaps not the best answer if he wishes to avoid inciting Caleb again, but his lover looks tired - perhaps he is safe for now.
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He'd hoped that this would tide him over. Like yesterday, he hasn't gone entirely soft, and his body would very much like to continue (is demanding that he continue) despite how worn out he feels. But they have things to do (he remembers those things better than he had yesterday, thankfully), and Yussa has come three times already, and he isn't feeling this the way that Caleb is. But he isn't shying away from his touch, so at least he isn't too sensitive for it.
"Or perhaps that is your intention," he muses aloud. "Is that it, schatz? You want me to use you?" His fingers push deeper, sliding through a mess of come and oil. "You did tell me yesterday I could have you as much as I want."
While he wouldn't hold Yussa to promises made while he was being fucked out of his mind, the reminder serves the provocative purpose he intends. Caleb spreads his knees wider and leans down just far enough to kiss the inside of the man's thigh, near to where the friction from his beard has rubbed his brown skin a darker, redder shade.
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A soft groan drags from his chest as Caleb pushes his fingers deeper with wicked accusation regarding his motives. Yussa's thigh tenses beneath the warm press of Caleb's mouth and his eyes nearly close. He should control this, or at the very least make an attempt to. He manages to focus on Caleb and manages to speak some reason:
"I want you clear-headed," he murmurs. He needs Caleb to be clear headed, though he questions his own judgment regarding whether or not this is the best way to achieve that. Even knowing that this is indulgent doesn't stop him wanting it - at least that he can chalk up to the Feywild's influence.
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"That is a yes, then," he concludes, lips curling with the shadow of a smirk. "What if I want to fuck your tight ass until I am satisfied, and ignore your cunt entirely? If I forget all about rubbing your cock until you beg for my touch so you can come?"
He'll forget no such thing, of course, but intentionally withholding pleasure from Yussa is a game he's never played before. Partly because he hasn't been bold enough, but mostly because he derives too much satisfaction himself from giving his elven lover an excess of pleasure. But a little temporary denial as Caleb makes use of his body may drive him wild in a different way.
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"This may be your only chance," he murmurs. That's likely an exaggeration, but this is the first time Caleb has ever played at withholding anything from him and Yussa finds himself wondering how much of that he can or would tolerate. Perhaps a question to revisit while they are not under the influence of this place, but he is offering the chance now, at least.
He finds himself wanting to see what it would be like to see - feel - Caleb take his own pleasure with no regard to his own. He can think of one instance, and he had been trancing at the time.
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