Yussa feels another aching throb as Caleb's fingers drag across his hip. He's petite enough that it's not a hardship for even Caleb's wiry strength to manhandle him. He gets onto his knees, unconvinced that this will be any better than on his back, but it has its appeal. He won't deny that.
It does take some help, limbs heavy and shaking with effort as he gets into the position his lover wants. Yussa bows his head, white hair hanging around his face and clinging with sweat. He feels empty and open and almost painfully aware of how thoroughly used he is already.
For now, he tries to keep his palms pressed to the table. Yussa suspects he will lose the resolve to do so sooner than later, but he can manage for a while.
It's clear as soon as Yussa is on his knees that he probably won't be able to hold this position on his own for long. Caleb, behind him now and situated between his spread legs, isn't done arranging him quite yet, though. "A little closer," he says, and hooks his arms beneath Yussa's, securing one across his chest to help him sit up, pulling his back against Caleb's front. He can lean against him if he needs support, and Caleb gets the skinship he wanted.
As he nuzzles into Yussa's sweat-damp hair and mouths at the tip of his ear, his other hand slips between them to guide his cock, still slick and nearly fully hard, back where it belongs. He bottoms out in a single smooth thrust, hips pressed flush against Yussa's ass as his breath hitches near his ear. The ease of it shows how much Caleb has opened him up, but he's tight as a vice still. He begins to slide back out, a spine-melting dragging pull, then presses back in, burying himself all the way to the hilt again with a low groan. It really doesn't get any better than this.
He holds Yussa against him with an arm across his chest and a hand covering his hip in a firm, bracing grip, lavishing his neck with distracted kisses and fucking him in slow, rocking thrusts.
Yussa groans quietly as Caleb pulls him up and against his chest. His knees slide further apart to accommodate the man between them and he leans heavily into Caleb, depending on the arm around his chest to keep him up. His lover is warm and solid against his back and that's everything he wants.
His eyes close and his head drops back against Caleb's shoulder with a low, weak moan as the other man pushes back into him with so little effort. Even after even after multiple rounds it still feels like a stretch to have Caleb inside him like this even if his body is yielding.
The temptation to curl forward again is intense as Caleb pulls back just to slide deep again. He trusts the other man to keep him where he is. Yussa can't stop the little tremors through the muscles in his thighs and he's panting again as Caleb's mouth trails over his neck. He aches to touch himself and in an attempt to play along, he reaches back to drape his arm behind Caleb's neck.
"Caleb--" Yussa gasps and arches his back. His other hand grips the one holding his hip. His cunt aches for something and he can feel the wetness on his thighs, by now a mix of himself and Caleb.
An approving noise rumbles up from Caleb's chest as Yussa reaches for him and arches back, gasping his name. Secured together, Yussa's legs spread and ass presented to him at a perfect angle, he starts to move in earnest--long, rolling strokes that will make the smaller man feel every inch. He can't resist biting the warm brown curve of his neck where it meets his shoulder.
Though it was him who proposed this idea in the first place, Caleb is finding it very difficult not to touch Yussa. His instinct is to slide his hand between his thighs, to cup the flushed and swollen lips of his cunt in his hand, to fill him with his fingers. He gets as far as slipping his hand out from beneath Yussa's and trailing teasing fingertips up his inner thigh, smearing the wetness there but stopping short of any actual contact.
"Gods, liebling, you are still dripping," he murmurs, mouthing at his shoulder still. "Do you need to be filled more? Is this not good enough?"
Yussa's thighs tense as Caleb's hand slides lower, stopping short of where he needs it. His toes curl and he shivers hard in his lover's arms as his attention is drawn to just how wet he is.
He lolls his head back against Caleb's shoulder, feeling the slight throb in his shoulder where he's been bitten.
"Ah--" He grabs at Caleb's hair, holding tight as another wave of tension hits him, making him go tight around the cock buried in him. He turns his head toward Caleb's, nose brushing his bearded cheek.
"I can never have enough of you, sweet boy," he manages, breathless and weak as he feels.
Caleb groans, low and unrestrained, as his lover's hand twists in his hair and he tightens around him. His cock throbs heavily inside him and with a rough snap his hips fit right up against his ass to grind in deep. Smiling, he nuzzles back against him before tilting just another inch to fit their lips together in a brief but searing kiss. It forever makes him giddy to know he is Yussa's sweet boy, that he wants him as much as he ever does. They are almost devastatingly compatible, the two of them.
"Ah," he breathes, lips skating up the sensitive shell of Yussa's sharply pointed ear, still grinning. "So it is just me that you like?" His fingers collect enough of the slick from the other man's thighs, a mixture of his own come and Yussa's juices, that it is satisfying to bring them up to his mouth to suck them clean with a pleased hum. "You would not let any other man take you this way?"
He has to thrust more deliberately as he talks, slow but hard, so he doesn't lose his train of thought to the slick, tight heat of his lover's ass. He holds Yussa close, aware that he is the only thing holding him upright with the way his legs still quiver, unsteady.
He stares as best he can when he realizes that Caleb is sucking the taste of them both from his fingers. Yussa's cunt goes tight around nothing and it makes him squirm in Caleb's lap.
The question - or maybe the way Caleb thrusts into him - gives Yussa pause and he lets himself get swept up in the feeling as he tries to decide exactly how he will answer. Perhaps he should be kind, knowing well that Caleb is not quite in his right mind. The words on the tip of his tongue are nearly lost the next time his lover grinds up against him.
"Why would I need to, when you fuck me so well?" he manages as his nails dig against Caleb's neck.
Caleb's eyelids flutter and he breathes in sharp through his nose at the stinging flash of pain. Yussa's manicured nails aren't particularly long or sharp, but the pressure of them against the delicate skin of his neck shoots straight through him, a heady mixture with the pure pleasure of plunging deep into his ass and pulling out again achingly slow.
That answer is enough for him, though. For now. The question had been half in jest, but the spark of possessiveness he's felt on and off (mostly on) since yesterday is only just below the surface, ready to ignite again at the barest provocation. Yussa is entirely correct; why would he need to? Caleb can give him everything he wants--he's perfectly capable.
Gods, he doesn't know if he'll be able to stick to his own rules, though. He desperately wants to bring Yussa pleasure in every way he can, and intentionally not doing that is bothering him more than he expected. Denial can be fun, he loves it himself, but he is far more inclined to giving than taking. He grips Yussa's hip again with determination and fucks into him faster, harder, knowing he could come like this but hating the thought of leaving his lover aching.
"I can never have enough of you," he pants, returning the other wizard's previous sentiment. He wants him in every way at once--but while he can have only one at a time, there are so many options available. It's that dizzying thought that prompts him to drag his cock all the way out of the perfect grip of his ass and nudge the blunt tip against the entrance to his cunt.
The harder, faster snap of Caleb's hips drags a moan from Yussa and despite the weakness he feels, he manages to arch against the other man's chest. Without warning, Caleb pulls out of him, leaving him entirely empty--oh. Yussa breathes in sharply when he feels Caleb press against his cunt.
The archmage murmurs something in Elvish and his hand drops to reach between his thighs just to feel his lover's cock. He tries to press it against his cunt, holding it so that it slides over slick, swollen folds. If Caleb wants to put it in him, Yussa isn't going to protest. But he will have to do it himself. Especially given all his threats to deny Yussa entirely.
"That is how I like my lovers," he murmurs, voice and accent heavy. "Insatiable."
The lilting cadence of Elvish under Yussa's breath is familiar, even if he doesn't know the words. He should really learn--it is similar enough to Sylvan, which he already knows. But that may be more difficult than it seems. By now Caleb has an almost automatic response to the language, given that the majority of the time he hears it he is fucking Yussa senseless. The sounds alone make him hot under the collar.
Caleb laughs softly against the older wizard's neck, and follows it with a kiss, warm and affectionate. "I do not know how anyone could be any other way with you."
He's delirious with arousal as Yussa grips his cock, guiding it to rub through the soft wet heat of his folds. Caleb pushes past his entrance rather than inside, grinding slowly forward and back.
"When we were together the first time, I could hardly believe you were interested in me," he murmurs. The arm braced across the other man's slim chest slips down just an inch so that Caleb can gather a breast in his hand without letting go of him. "You are everything I want. And when your clothes came off, you were somehow even more irresistible than I expected."
Yussa shivers and tips his hips when Caleb's cock teases past his entrance. Gods, he does want it. He doesn't know if he is prepared to beg the way Caleb has demanded, but he wants it.
He closes his eyes for a moment as a warm hand covers his breast, keeping him in place against Caleb's chest.
"You caught my interest the moment I saw you," he murmurs. His fingers slip along Caleb's cock as he tries to guide it into him. He's a slick miss. Yussa makes a quiet, frustrated sound as he tries to get the younger wizard to penetrate. "That you have skill outside the arcane is merely a--a bonus."
Yussa may not be begging, but the noise he makes as he does all he can to try to get Caleb to push into him is nearly as good. That he can make him stutter is even better. "I am grateful that you appreciate these particular skills also."
He wants to push inside him at least as much as Yussa wants him to, but teasing him is also enjoyable. He's allowed himself to be guided where his lover wants him (where he wants to be too). Yussa is warm and welcoming against the head of his cock, so slick that it's almost more difficult not to sink into him, but he very stubbornly resists pressing in further.
"It seems like there is something you want, schatz," he murmurs.
Yussa's voice is tight with frustrated need as his lover's cock teases just inside him. His fingers tremble as he rubs the length of him. As his hand slides back up, he tries to spread himself open more. It's only Caleb's arm around him that keeps him upright when all he wants to do is curl forward, to move his hips to get Caleb deeper into him.
His jaw tightens for just a few seconds before he gives in. The words come out in slurred Elvish first before Yussa manages to get himself together enough to say:
Caleb's arm flexes, tightening across Yussa's chest to hold him in place as the older man trembles with frustrated desire against him. He can't see it, but he can feel his fingers stroking down his cock, then--gods, he can see him spreading his folds open, and that is enough to break his resolve even before he speaks, in Elvish then heavily accented Common. Caleb groans against the slim shoulder he's been kissing and biting at. He truly wasn't counting on getting anything remotely close to begging, but there it is, simple and perfect.
How could he do anything else? Pressing a fierce kiss just beneath the corner of the elf's jaw, he sinks deeper into his cunt. He does it slowly, panting as he savors the tensing and fluttering of the warm, wet walls parting for his cock until he's completely buried, hips fitted right up against Yussa's ass again. Taking hold of his hip, a hard forward grind tells him he really won't get any deeper.
The sound as he slides back just to plunge in again with a sharp thrust is absolutely filthy and ridiculously arousing, and the moan Caleb half muffles against Yussa's warm skin is filthy, too.
"I am going to fill you up, schatz, since you need it so badly," he promises, low and rasping. From the first time they were together and Yussa unexpectedly gave his permission, he's finished inside him more often than not, and never received a word of complaint. "I could not have imagined that a little denial would make you such a slut," he murmurs with warm appreciation, heart pounding. "Will you come a fourth time just from this, or do I need to summon an echo to fuck your ass as well?"
As Caleb plunges into him, Yussa cries out. He doesn't have the ability to hold it back now and it's only this man's hold on him that keeps him from slumping forward as he's filled the way he needs to be. He can't answer as his lover's voice fills his head, dripping wickedness, but his cunt goes tight at the mere mention of the echo. Gods, he can imagine. But--
"Feywild," he gasps out, voice rough and ragged as Caleb fucks him with promise. "We can't--hah--"
Yussa can't finish the thought. He has no idea what kind of effect a spell like that might have in the Feywild. It's likely it will work, but there is also the chance that something else will happen. While the thought of being fucked by Caleb and his echo is obscenely appealing, Yussa does not want to risk something like that backfiring here. The last thing they need is a sentient echo or whatever else could happen.
He tries to lean his weight back into Caleb, thinking it's surely a better idea than pitching forward. Yussa can't think, grasping at passing logic and losing it just as quickly.
"Caleb."
He doesn't know if he will come a fourth time, but gods, Caleb might push him to it.
Though Caleb had viewed the suggestion of the echo as mostly teasing, Yussa's reaction to it is so strong that he immediately logs this idea away for later. It may not be an option now, but it will happen. Caleb hums, a low, vibrating sound from his chest, as if considering Yussa's warning. He isn't gentle as he fucks him, filling his cunt in long, rough thrusts that can't help rocking his slighter frame forward. But the way he holds him and kisses and nuzzles against his skin is nothing but affectionate.
"I will have to use my fingers, then," he decides. All at once, he pulls out completely, and as soon as he leaves the perfect embrace of his lover's body he aches to return. He'll make it quick. "Can you turn and put your arms around my neck, schatz? I'll help you."
He does. He might even put in most of the muscle, honestly. Caleb sits back on his heels and does the necessary lifting to get Yussa to face him, spreading his slim brown thighs across his own and guiding him right back onto his cock. With a buck of his hips, he's buried deep again--even deeper in this position. He supports his elven lover with a hand under his ass and the other at the center of his back. This makes him responsible for even more of Yussa's weight than the previous position had, but he thinks he's capable for now.
Best of all, he can really look at him like this--at his expression, his lust-dark gold eyes, his breasts, bouncing lightly and covered in the shape of his mouth, his cunt, where his cock disappears inside him again and again.
A weak, ragged sound escapes him when Caleb asks him to turn. What he wants to do is collapse, but with Caleb's help, Yussa manages to get turned around. He is not as graceful as he might have been half an hour ago and he feels like he lands heavily on the other man as he's guided back down. He braces his arms against Caleb's shoulders as the man slides his cock back into him without any resistance. It's easier to move like this and he tries to roll his hips to meet every driving thrust.
His fingers curl weakly in Caleb's hair, holding as tight as he can.
Yussa lifts is head and drags Caleb into a kiss. He can't hold it, not as breathless as he is, but it's the first chance he's had to kiss Caleb full on in a while. His other hand slides over his lover's warm face.
"Please," he gasps out, voice weak as Caleb thrusts hard into him.
This is perfect. It felt good to hold Yussa against him that way, but they couldn't kiss like this, and kissing is one of Caleb's very favorite things, especially with Yussa's fingers winding into his hair. His brow rests against his lovers as he gasps, and he doesn't think he's heard the word please pass this man's lips so frequently ever.
"I know, Yussa," he rumbles, fucking into him faster and deeper, the angle and leverage far more ideal like this. He won't last, Yussa feels too good, but he's determined to make him come again. "Just let me have you."
Two of his fingers push into his ass with as little resistance as his cunt, so Caleb quickly adds a third as well. They plunge in and out of him faster than he can fuck him, and he can feel the pressure against his cock through the thin wall of Yussa's body. He can imagine very well how it would feel to have another man's cock--his echo's, so perhaps not another man--inside him instead, pacing themselves to fill Yussa as fully and deeply as they can.
Yussa grips Caleb's hair tighter and he arches his back as his fingers push into his ass. He feels full and used and utterly debauched, and with this man it's what he wants. He shudders hard in Caleb's arms as he's fucked with determination and skill; every breath comes out edged with a desperate moan.
It doesn't take long then. Yussa tenses in Caleb's arms - the most strength he's mustered since the first time Caleb made him come when they arrived in this workshop - and pushes himself up against his lover's chest. His arms slide further over Caleb's shoulders, holding tight to him as Yussa shivers apart, racked with a pleasure that is very near to too much. Slick walls tighten and flutter, trying to milk the cock buried in him.
As the peak of it passes, he loses what strength he had. Yussa leans heavily against his lover, trusting Caleb not to just let him fall to the side as his muscles shake with the intensity of that release.
Caleb feels greedy. As Yussa falls apart yet again against him, around him, he can't help thinking that he'd take this as many times as he could get it. He loves feeling Yussa's pleasure, knowing he's been skilled and clever enough and desired enough to cause it. He presses the other man close, accounting for the shift in weight as he loses the ability to hold himself up. He is trembling far too much for that.
His own breath comes hard and heavy. Yussa feels too good tightening around him. His fingers press deep into his ass and fall still as he uses the grip of his fluttering cunt for several more hard thrusts, driving into him with a demand that he desperately needs fulfilled. His cock pulses inside him, and finally with a groan Caleb shoves deep and comes, going still. It rolls through him in delirious, amplified waves as he gives Yussa what he'd asked for, spilling full and thick inside him.
The problem is that he now feels pretty wrung out too. The best he can do is sit back more heavily on his heels and let Yussa straddle his lap, keeping him close as his cock twitches with release in his cunt.
Orgasms here really aren't like anything else he's experienced; they last and last, refracted and reflected and repeating, and the intensity is unmatched. It is almost like he can sense Yussa's pleasure too, an invisible but tangible bond, and it only drives him higher. He kisses him, looking for somewhere to share that intensity.
Yussa feels Caleb come and the intensity of his lover's orgasm earns a whimper from him, but that is the best he can manage. His arms tighten briefly when Caleb's weight shifts beneath him, and it occurs to him in delirious passing that perhaps they should have done this on the floor. The table is wide and sturdy, but there is still the slight chance of falling off it.
He can't bring himself to care, though. He's floating in his pleasure, anchored only by the very real feeling of Caleb's body against his. Yussa presses a kiss to the other man's neck before slowly pulling away. He doesn't go far, and it's not particularly graceful as far as dismounts go. The elf eases out of Caleb's lap and catches himself on one hand to keep himself from just falling onto the table next to the other wizard. Yussa lets himself lay there, flushed skin gleaming with sweat and chest gently heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
As soon as Caleb, still half-stunned, catches on that Yussa wants to move, he assists to the best of his ability. They've both definitely been more graceful, and Caleb can't help the sharp breath as Yussa lifts off him, but the elf makes it onto the table, and Caleb follows a moment later, sprawling beside him. They are both sweaty and out of breath and exhausted, but it's just as it should be after sex like that. Caleb lifts a shaky hand to card it through his own hair, pushing it out of his face.
"Okay," he breathes. "I think that will do it."
His head tilts to regard his companion. Yussa looks as gorgeous like this as he ever does--better, even, if Caleb is to allow himself a bit of a selfish perspective. This is his handiwork. Well-fucked is a good look on him. He regards him with a deep fondness as he seeks out his hand between them, just touching his fingers to the back of it for a little connection.
"Everything all right?" he asks gently. That was pretty intense even for him, and it's always better to check in.
Yussa doesn't immediately respond beyond the way his hand moves beneath Caleb's gentle touch. It is not acceptable to fall asleep here on this table, but there is a part of him that would like to do so.
He opens his eyes slowly and tips his head so that he can look at the younger man. Yussa manages a faint, brief smile.
"I'm fine, thank you." His voice is hoarse and he is an utter mess, but if this has served its purpose to clear Caleb's head, Yussa is willing to endure all of that. Hand feels so heavy as he lifts it, but he reaches to stroke his fingers over Caleb's bearded cheek.
Given the effort it must take to move at all, Caleb appreciates the gentle touch to his face all the more. He's got to be a terrible mess himself, but it isn't as though anyone else will see them. This is something that is just theirs.
"Ja, much," he reports, realizing it's true. The distraction and cloudiness of mind that have plagued him for the better part of two days now seems to have abated. Now he's left only with the Feywild's usual influence. "Thank you." His smile is mostly in his eyes, but gods, he really is grateful. He'll owe Yussa something truly wonderful for this.
Not that it wasn't enjoyable for both of them, but still. He's relied on him quite a lot.
"Good," he murmurs, a faint smile in his voice. He shifts more so that he's partially on his front, arms pillowed beneath his head. "As much as I would like to sleep, we need to find our way out of here, Master Widogast. And I will need you for that."
Which is not to say he has participated for purely selfish reasons, but he needs his lover's keen mind, his fresh eyes, and his focus. The latter has been considerably compromised for a while.
"If you manage to get up before I do, hand me my clothes."
He lifts his hand from beneath Caleb's so that he can manage the somatic element of Prestidigitation. He casts it twice: once on himself, and again on Caleb, to take care of the worst of the mess between them.
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It does take some help, limbs heavy and shaking with effort as he gets into the position his lover wants. Yussa bows his head, white hair hanging around his face and clinging with sweat. He feels empty and open and almost painfully aware of how thoroughly used he is already.
For now, he tries to keep his palms pressed to the table. Yussa suspects he will lose the resolve to do so sooner than later, but he can manage for a while.
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As he nuzzles into Yussa's sweat-damp hair and mouths at the tip of his ear, his other hand slips between them to guide his cock, still slick and nearly fully hard, back where it belongs. He bottoms out in a single smooth thrust, hips pressed flush against Yussa's ass as his breath hitches near his ear. The ease of it shows how much Caleb has opened him up, but he's tight as a vice still. He begins to slide back out, a spine-melting dragging pull, then presses back in, burying himself all the way to the hilt again with a low groan. It really doesn't get any better than this.
He holds Yussa against him with an arm across his chest and a hand covering his hip in a firm, bracing grip, lavishing his neck with distracted kisses and fucking him in slow, rocking thrusts.
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His eyes close and his head drops back against Caleb's shoulder with a low, weak moan as the other man pushes back into him with so little effort. Even after even after multiple rounds it still feels like a stretch to have Caleb inside him like this even if his body is yielding.
The temptation to curl forward again is intense as Caleb pulls back just to slide deep again. He trusts the other man to keep him where he is. Yussa can't stop the little tremors through the muscles in his thighs and he's panting again as Caleb's mouth trails over his neck. He aches to touch himself and in an attempt to play along, he reaches back to drape his arm behind Caleb's neck.
"Caleb--" Yussa gasps and arches his back. His other hand grips the one holding his hip. His cunt aches for something and he can feel the wetness on his thighs, by now a mix of himself and Caleb.
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Though it was him who proposed this idea in the first place, Caleb is finding it very difficult not to touch Yussa. His instinct is to slide his hand between his thighs, to cup the flushed and swollen lips of his cunt in his hand, to fill him with his fingers. He gets as far as slipping his hand out from beneath Yussa's and trailing teasing fingertips up his inner thigh, smearing the wetness there but stopping short of any actual contact.
"Gods, liebling, you are still dripping," he murmurs, mouthing at his shoulder still. "Do you need to be filled more? Is this not good enough?"
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He lolls his head back against Caleb's shoulder, feeling the slight throb in his shoulder where he's been bitten.
"Ah--" He grabs at Caleb's hair, holding tight as another wave of tension hits him, making him go tight around the cock buried in him. He turns his head toward Caleb's, nose brushing his bearded cheek.
"I can never have enough of you, sweet boy," he manages, breathless and weak as he feels.
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"Ah," he breathes, lips skating up the sensitive shell of Yussa's sharply pointed ear, still grinning. "So it is just me that you like?" His fingers collect enough of the slick from the other man's thighs, a mixture of his own come and Yussa's juices, that it is satisfying to bring them up to his mouth to suck them clean with a pleased hum. "You would not let any other man take you this way?"
He has to thrust more deliberately as he talks, slow but hard, so he doesn't lose his train of thought to the slick, tight heat of his lover's ass. He holds Yussa close, aware that he is the only thing holding him upright with the way his legs still quiver, unsteady.
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The question - or maybe the way Caleb thrusts into him - gives Yussa pause and he lets himself get swept up in the feeling as he tries to decide exactly how he will answer. Perhaps he should be kind, knowing well that Caleb is not quite in his right mind. The words on the tip of his tongue are nearly lost the next time his lover grinds up against him.
"Why would I need to, when you fuck me so well?" he manages as his nails dig against Caleb's neck.
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That answer is enough for him, though. For now. The question had been half in jest, but the spark of possessiveness he's felt on and off (mostly on) since yesterday is only just below the surface, ready to ignite again at the barest provocation. Yussa is entirely correct; why would he need to? Caleb can give him everything he wants--he's perfectly capable.
Gods, he doesn't know if he'll be able to stick to his own rules, though. He desperately wants to bring Yussa pleasure in every way he can, and intentionally not doing that is bothering him more than he expected. Denial can be fun, he loves it himself, but he is far more inclined to giving than taking. He grips Yussa's hip again with determination and fucks into him faster, harder, knowing he could come like this but hating the thought of leaving his lover aching.
"I can never have enough of you," he pants, returning the other wizard's previous sentiment. He wants him in every way at once--but while he can have only one at a time, there are so many options available. It's that dizzying thought that prompts him to drag his cock all the way out of the perfect grip of his ass and nudge the blunt tip against the entrance to his cunt.
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The archmage murmurs something in Elvish and his hand drops to reach between his thighs just to feel his lover's cock. He tries to press it against his cunt, holding it so that it slides over slick, swollen folds. If Caleb wants to put it in him, Yussa isn't going to protest. But he will have to do it himself. Especially given all his threats to deny Yussa entirely.
"That is how I like my lovers," he murmurs, voice and accent heavy. "Insatiable."
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Caleb laughs softly against the older wizard's neck, and follows it with a kiss, warm and affectionate. "I do not know how anyone could be any other way with you."
He's delirious with arousal as Yussa grips his cock, guiding it to rub through the soft wet heat of his folds. Caleb pushes past his entrance rather than inside, grinding slowly forward and back.
"When we were together the first time, I could hardly believe you were interested in me," he murmurs. The arm braced across the other man's slim chest slips down just an inch so that Caleb can gather a breast in his hand without letting go of him. "You are everything I want. And when your clothes came off, you were somehow even more irresistible than I expected."
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He closes his eyes for a moment as a warm hand covers his breast, keeping him in place against Caleb's chest.
"You caught my interest the moment I saw you," he murmurs. His fingers slip along Caleb's cock as he tries to guide it into him. He's a slick miss. Yussa makes a quiet, frustrated sound as he tries to get the younger wizard to penetrate. "That you have skill outside the arcane is merely a--a bonus."
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He wants to push inside him at least as much as Yussa wants him to, but teasing him is also enjoyable. He's allowed himself to be guided where his lover wants him (where he wants to be too). Yussa is warm and welcoming against the head of his cock, so slick that it's almost more difficult not to sink into him, but he very stubbornly resists pressing in further.
"It seems like there is something you want, schatz," he murmurs.
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Yussa's voice is tight with frustrated need as his lover's cock teases just inside him. His fingers tremble as he rubs the length of him. As his hand slides back up, he tries to spread himself open more. It's only Caleb's arm around him that keeps him upright when all he wants to do is curl forward, to move his hips to get Caleb deeper into him.
His jaw tightens for just a few seconds before he gives in. The words come out in slurred Elvish first before Yussa manages to get himself together enough to say:
"Finish in me, Caleb. Please."
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How could he do anything else? Pressing a fierce kiss just beneath the corner of the elf's jaw, he sinks deeper into his cunt. He does it slowly, panting as he savors the tensing and fluttering of the warm, wet walls parting for his cock until he's completely buried, hips fitted right up against Yussa's ass again. Taking hold of his hip, a hard forward grind tells him he really won't get any deeper.
The sound as he slides back just to plunge in again with a sharp thrust is absolutely filthy and ridiculously arousing, and the moan Caleb half muffles against Yussa's warm skin is filthy, too.
"I am going to fill you up, schatz, since you need it so badly," he promises, low and rasping. From the first time they were together and Yussa unexpectedly gave his permission, he's finished inside him more often than not, and never received a word of complaint. "I could not have imagined that a little denial would make you such a slut," he murmurs with warm appreciation, heart pounding. "Will you come a fourth time just from this, or do I need to summon an echo to fuck your ass as well?"
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"Feywild," he gasps out, voice rough and ragged as Caleb fucks him with promise. "We can't--hah--"
Yussa can't finish the thought. He has no idea what kind of effect a spell like that might have in the Feywild. It's likely it will work, but there is also the chance that something else will happen. While the thought of being fucked by Caleb and his echo is obscenely appealing, Yussa does not want to risk something like that backfiring here. The last thing they need is a sentient echo or whatever else could happen.
He tries to lean his weight back into Caleb, thinking it's surely a better idea than pitching forward. Yussa can't think, grasping at passing logic and losing it just as quickly.
"Caleb."
He doesn't know if he will come a fourth time, but gods, Caleb might push him to it.
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"I will have to use my fingers, then," he decides. All at once, he pulls out completely, and as soon as he leaves the perfect embrace of his lover's body he aches to return. He'll make it quick. "Can you turn and put your arms around my neck, schatz? I'll help you."
He does. He might even put in most of the muscle, honestly. Caleb sits back on his heels and does the necessary lifting to get Yussa to face him, spreading his slim brown thighs across his own and guiding him right back onto his cock. With a buck of his hips, he's buried deep again--even deeper in this position. He supports his elven lover with a hand under his ass and the other at the center of his back. This makes him responsible for even more of Yussa's weight than the previous position had, but he thinks he's capable for now.
Best of all, he can really look at him like this--at his expression, his lust-dark gold eyes, his breasts, bouncing lightly and covered in the shape of his mouth, his cunt, where his cock disappears inside him again and again.
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His fingers curl weakly in Caleb's hair, holding as tight as he can.
Yussa lifts is head and drags Caleb into a kiss. He can't hold it, not as breathless as he is, but it's the first chance he's had to kiss Caleb full on in a while. His other hand slides over his lover's warm face.
"Please," he gasps out, voice weak as Caleb thrusts hard into him.
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"I know, Yussa," he rumbles, fucking into him faster and deeper, the angle and leverage far more ideal like this. He won't last, Yussa feels too good, but he's determined to make him come again. "Just let me have you."
Two of his fingers push into his ass with as little resistance as his cunt, so Caleb quickly adds a third as well. They plunge in and out of him faster than he can fuck him, and he can feel the pressure against his cock through the thin wall of Yussa's body. He can imagine very well how it would feel to have another man's cock--his echo's, so perhaps not another man--inside him instead, pacing themselves to fill Yussa as fully and deeply as they can.
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It doesn't take long then. Yussa tenses in Caleb's arms - the most strength he's mustered since the first time Caleb made him come when they arrived in this workshop - and pushes himself up against his lover's chest. His arms slide further over Caleb's shoulders, holding tight to him as Yussa shivers apart, racked with a pleasure that is very near to too much. Slick walls tighten and flutter, trying to milk the cock buried in him.
As the peak of it passes, he loses what strength he had. Yussa leans heavily against his lover, trusting Caleb not to just let him fall to the side as his muscles shake with the intensity of that release.
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His own breath comes hard and heavy. Yussa feels too good tightening around him. His fingers press deep into his ass and fall still as he uses the grip of his fluttering cunt for several more hard thrusts, driving into him with a demand that he desperately needs fulfilled. His cock pulses inside him, and finally with a groan Caleb shoves deep and comes, going still. It rolls through him in delirious, amplified waves as he gives Yussa what he'd asked for, spilling full and thick inside him.
The problem is that he now feels pretty wrung out too. The best he can do is sit back more heavily on his heels and let Yussa straddle his lap, keeping him close as his cock twitches with release in his cunt.
Orgasms here really aren't like anything else he's experienced; they last and last, refracted and reflected and repeating, and the intensity is unmatched. It is almost like he can sense Yussa's pleasure too, an invisible but tangible bond, and it only drives him higher. He kisses him, looking for somewhere to share that intensity.
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He can't bring himself to care, though. He's floating in his pleasure, anchored only by the very real feeling of Caleb's body against his. Yussa presses a kiss to the other man's neck before slowly pulling away. He doesn't go far, and it's not particularly graceful as far as dismounts go. The elf eases out of Caleb's lap and catches himself on one hand to keep himself from just falling onto the table next to the other wizard. Yussa lets himself lay there, flushed skin gleaming with sweat and chest gently heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
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"Okay," he breathes. "I think that will do it."
His head tilts to regard his companion. Yussa looks as gorgeous like this as he ever does--better, even, if Caleb is to allow himself a bit of a selfish perspective. This is his handiwork. Well-fucked is a good look on him. He regards him with a deep fondness as he seeks out his hand between them, just touching his fingers to the back of it for a little connection.
"Everything all right?" he asks gently. That was pretty intense even for him, and it's always better to check in.
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He opens his eyes slowly and tips his head so that he can look at the younger man. Yussa manages a faint, brief smile.
"I'm fine, thank you." His voice is hoarse and he is an utter mess, but if this has served its purpose to clear Caleb's head, Yussa is willing to endure all of that. Hand feels so heavy as he lifts it, but he reaches to stroke his fingers over Caleb's bearded cheek.
"And you? Feeling clearer?"
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"Ja, much," he reports, realizing it's true. The distraction and cloudiness of mind that have plagued him for the better part of two days now seems to have abated. Now he's left only with the Feywild's usual influence. "Thank you." His smile is mostly in his eyes, but gods, he really is grateful. He'll owe Yussa something truly wonderful for this.
Not that it wasn't enjoyable for both of them, but still. He's relied on him quite a lot.
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Which is not to say he has participated for purely selfish reasons, but he needs his lover's keen mind, his fresh eyes, and his focus. The latter has been considerably compromised for a while.
"If you manage to get up before I do, hand me my clothes."
He lifts his hand from beneath Caleb's so that he can manage the somatic element of Prestidigitation. He casts it twice: once on himself, and again on Caleb, to take care of the worst of the mess between them.
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