"It does," he says as Caleb struggles to accept the gift. Yussa moves to stand in front of the younger man and his free hand cups Caleb's chin to coax his gaze up. "You have given me considerable kindness and help throughout our association. Allow me to dote on you just a little."
He'd been relatively impassive when Caleb kissed his hair earlier, but now Yussa leans close to kiss the other man with a tenderness few have had the privilege to experience. As he lifts his head, his thumb strokes gently beneath Caleb's lip. A small smile appears.
"And allow an old man to indulge himself. I would enjoy seeing you in something that you can feel good wearing, even if it is only for special occasions."
Caleb has no choice at all but to sink into that kiss, the first they've shared today and far sweeter than he'd expected. He holds his cup in one hand so that he can reach for Yussa with the other, finding the small of his back and gently curling his fingers into the fabric there. The idea of being doted upon is frankly alarming, but Yussa makes it sound like something he would genuinely enjoy doing.
When they part, there is a little apprehension still in Caleb's eyes as he looks up at the other wizard. The way he leans into his touch speaks of trust, though, and the gentle brush of his thumb beneath his lip seizes his attention. If it pleases Yussa to make him look nice, he should allow it. He calls himself an old man, but he is regal and beautiful and it is Caleb who is always lacking standing next to him.
"I will gladly wear anything you wish me to," he promises, returning a small smile of his own. "I think you know how happy I am to let you indulge yourself, old man."
"I promise it will suit you." Yussa gives Caleb another kiss - a reward for acquiescing. He stands straight again, though given the height of the bed, that doesn't make too much of a difference. A smirk quirks his mouth when Caleb calls him an old man, and he is quietly playful, verging on flirtatious when he says:
"Don't be impertinent."
He does like Caleb Widogast, and if he can bolster this man's confidence before the wolves of the Assembly and the Academy both, he will. Yussa may be a hermit, but he understands the finer points of social maneuvering and just how effective it can be. Caleb is clever and he is charming when he allows himself to be, and it would be a shame to see doors closed to him on account of a frayed hem or an outfit seen too many times. Yussa will not allow it.
"I think you enjoy a little impertinence," Caleb flirts back. There is a flash of mischief in his eyes and a light flush in his cheeks and a small but growing smile on his lips. Yussa tends to have that effect on him. "Just a little."
He leans up as though seeking another kiss, though Yussa will have to bend to meet him if he wishes to allow it.
What Caleb wants now is really very simple. He would like to lay down with Yussa in his own bed tonight--in this bed. Ideally, he would like to have sex with him in this bed, but he could live without it. He just can't shake that thought--how nice it would be to have a lover in his own bed, in his own home. It is an experience he has quite literally never had.
He imagines, though, that this visit will not encompass that much. While he will likely stay after dinner for their promised quiet evening, Yussa has his own bed to return to. As a man who rarely leaves the comfort of his own space, Caleb thinks it likely he will want to return to it. If he asked him to stay, he might--but Yussa has already done so much for him today, he is reluctant to ask for anything else. He is lucky to have him here at all, and there are still hours left to enjoy.
Yussa does not dignify Caleb's flirtation - which is entirely correct - with a response, but his smile lingers in his eyes as he admires the other man's faint blush and his smile. This is better. He indulges another kiss, bending forward to meet Caleb half way. Yussa lingers there, enjoying the feel of the kiss and the novelty of being in a place that is so intimate and so foreign.
The archmage stands straight again and looks past Caleb, taking in the bed with careful scrutiny.
"Hm. Well, at least it looks sturdy," he says lightly as he turns away, letting a slender hand slide over one of the posts on his way past it. "Is your workroom warded?"
He asks the question as he heads in that direction.
Still enjoying the warmth lingering after their kiss, Caleb blinks as Yussa casually assesses his bed. Does that mean what he thinks it does? Before he can ask, Yussa has already moved on, leaving the bedroom to make his way across the hall.
"Ah--yes, of course."
Caleb follows, curious and intrigued. "Please," he says, leaning against the doorway as Yussa enters the room ahead of him, "feel free to look around." There is some definite sarcasm there, as Yussa has clearly doing this already, but it is all good-natured teasing.
Yussa casts a look over his shoulder, looking coy. Caleb Widogast, of all people, has no place to chide him for going where he pleases in a private home.
Perhaps that isn't entirely fair. At least Caleb had the good sense to be afraid when the Nein started using Tidepeak as their personal highway. Once he's certain he isn't about to trip any wards, Yussa slips into the workroom and sets his tea aside - the cup is nearly empty. He takes his time curiously exploring Caleb's space, examining the layout of tables, of sigils on the floor and on any other surfaces. He picks up a book or two, flipping them open to glance over a few lines here or there. His behavior has the glimmer of energy that comes with restrained interest. Of course he's interested: he has been working with Caleb for some time, but always in Yussa's space.
For a bit Caleb simply watches with amusement as Yussa pokes around where he pleases, providing insight and explanation where necessary. But before long he has to return downstairs to finish their dinner, though he tells Yussa he is welcome to stay and continue perusing. It is a great deal of trust to place in another wizard, to allow him in his private workspace unattended, but Yussa has more than earned it.
He returns to collect him when their food is ready, and over it they discuss the things that had caught Yussa's interest. This pleases Caleb more than he thought it would, to serve Yussa a meal he prepared himself and discuss the personal projects he has been working on.
They move to the living room after that, where Caleb stokes the fire in the hearth and they each pick books off the shelf, and they spend as much time reading as talking. They settle on the couch, Yussa with a blanket over his lap to ward off the chill he isn't used to. When their glasses of wine are empty, Caleb makes more tea. For all its simplicity, it is a wonderful evening. Caleb hasn't had very many like it, and he doesn't want it to end. But the clock in his mind is a constant reminder that it is growing late. When he can't ignore it any longer, he lays his book face down against his leg and looks to Yussa. He has not yet made any indication that he wishes to leave, which is encouraging.
"You are welcome to stay here tonight, if you wish," he offers shyly. "But as you have seen, I do not have a guest room. So I, ah..." After everything they've shared, this still makes him blush. "I only have my own bed to offer you."
It is a night that reminds him that he finds comfort in quiet, agreeable companionship. Caleb is a man who does not need to fill silences and talking with him is easy when they both decide it is what they want. The evening passes in contentment: he is curious about Caleb's projects, about his little hobbies, about the odds and ends of his life that Yussa now has a little more context for.
While his companion is mindful of the time, Yussa is deliberately not thinking about it. He looks up from his book when Caleb moves so deliberately and speaks up. That he is so shy in his offer is charming. Yussa sets his book down and shifts to fully meet Caleb's gaze. The blush is becoming.
"I hope you are not suggesting that I sleep in your bed alone," he says lightly as he picks up his tea. "It is very cold here."
Yussa is attractively unruffled, as though he's been waiting for Caleb to offer all along. Perhaps he has. Caleb ducks his head only briefly as a relieved smile breaks over his lips.
"Nein, I would happily share it with you. I would be a poor host if I allowed you to be cold and uncomfortable all night." He nods toward Fritz, who has been curled up in Yussa's lap for more than an hour now, purring intermittently. "He has been doing his part to keep you warm. Perhaps it is time I did mine."
"As kind and accommodating as Fritz has been, I must admit I may require more thorough care."
Yussa finishes his tea and sets it aside, then gently moves Fritz off his lap with what sounds like a quiet apology to the cat in Elvish. Now that Caleb has brought it up, Yussa does realize it is later in the evening. He closes his book and sets it aside before he slips out from beneath the blanket he's been using.
"I am ready to retire when you are, Master Widogast," he says lightly. He'll at least take his teacup back to the kitchen before they go up. He finds himself looking forward to becoming more acquainted with Caleb's bed.
Seeing Yussa with his cats has confirmed something for Caleb--something he has long thought about Yussa, but now knows for certain. It makes his fond feelings that much fuller, and he looks at him softly now.
Caleb stands when Yussa does, leaving his own book on the couch.
"Let me take you to bed, then, Master Errenis."
He doesn't care about their empty cups. He feels warm and affectionate and impulsive, and more than a little silly. Perhaps it seems like Caleb is merely leaning in for a kiss when he moves close and bends down, but then his arms curl around Yussa, one under his knees and the other beneath his back, and when he comes back up he lifts the smaller and slighter elf up into his arms. While it is a strain, it is not as much of one as he expected it to be. In fact, he is able to carry him like this all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom without faltering.
When he finally sets the other man back on his feet just beside the bed, that is when Caleb kisses him, feeling sort of ridiculously pleased with himself for that unexpected display of brawn.
Yussa turns toward Caleb, expecting a kiss--only to be swept off his feet. He has always been petite, but he hasn't been picked up like this in ages. His arm slides around Caleb's shoulders with the other hand landing on the younger man's chest for balance. The Archmage of Tidepeak Tower blushes as he's carried up the stairs and into Caleb's bedroom, suddenly feeling about a century younger. Despite the suddenness of being carried like this, Yussa relaxes into it and he indulges in pressing a kiss to Caleb's neck.
The moment his feet touch the ground, Caleb kisses him. Yussa leans into it, rewarding his lover's impressive effort.
"I take it you are familiar with getting someone out of clothes like this?" he murmurs against Caleb's mouth. A smile threatens, hiding in his voice.
Caleb hadn't missed that blush, and it is probably half the reason he is suddenly feeling so confident. For a man who bends reality to his will on a regular basis, it is incredible how carrying his lover to his bed using only the strength of his own body makes him feel so powerful. That vitality runs hot through him, channeled into their kiss, into the way his hands roam Yussa's form over his clothing.
"Very," he confirms, smiling openly. His voice is a warm rumble, pitched low. "Though it has been some time."
With how deftly he begins loosening ties and undoing buttons, however, it's clear he remembers what he's doing. He doesn't have to stop kissing along Yussa's ear, peeling his outfit apart layer by layer.
"It is almost a shame. You look so good in this, schatz," he murmurs. "But you will look best in my bed wearing nothing at all."
Yussa tips his head, giving Caleb full access to his neck and his ear as the other man's beautiful hands work to start divesting him of his layers. Yussa helps here and there, mostly to shrug off or toss aside the elements of his outfit Caleb removes. He cannot resist the urge to arch into his lover's touch as it roams his body.
"You can dress me in something similar tomorrow," he breathes. Which reminds him. Yussa finds something in one of his pockets before Caleb strips him too far, and a moment later a small chest appears on the floor not too far away. Well, he wasn't going to come with nothing. The focus goes back into his pocket before he slips out of that layer.
And he is layered, both because it is the style and for the sake of keeping warm. When Caleb gets far enough, he'll discover there is no binder to contend with.
The sudden appearance of the chest draws Caleb's attention, and he pauses a moment to look at it before giving a warm chuckle. "I should really learn that one."
He kisses the tip of the elf's ear again affectionately, intrigued by Yussa having more of this familiar clothing and by the idea of choosing what he'll wear. He is relishing removing each piece tonight, and when the last layer covering the other man's chest is lifted over his head, Caleb gives a low, pleased hum. No matter how many times it's revealed to him, he knows he'll never stop marveling at Yussa's body.
The fire downstairs has warmed the room a little, but the air is chilly enough that his dark nipples are tight. Caleb can't resist leaning down to circle his tongue around each of them as his fingers pick apart the ties holding up the last layer of his skirt, dropping that to match.
"You should leave the socks," he advises with a crooked little grin. "I would not want your feet getting cold."
Yussa takes a soft, sharp breath as his shirt slides off, bearing his warm skin to much cooler air. He shivers, goosebumps rising - they are slow to fade. It shouldn't surprise him when Caleb leans closer, but the warmth of his tongue still earns a soft sound as he teases each nipple, warming the sensitive skin only to leave it cold, wet skin feeling the chill more intensely.
Still, he stokes his fingers through the other man's hair as heavy fabric falls from around his hips. He rolls his eyes and gives Caleb's hair a light, sharp tug at his teasing.
"Perhaps I will," he answers lightly. "You will have to take care of the rest of me."
It's taking more self-control than Yussa anticipated to stay still and not crowd up against his lover's warm body.
The hiss Caleb gives at that sharp tug sounds much more delighted than pained. It certainly doesn't wipe the smile from his face.
"Ja, natürlich," he says, hooking his fingers into Yussa's smallclothes. "Have I ever failed to take care of you?"
It's only after he's worked that last bit of fabric down his lover's thighs that Caleb thinks of himself, and notes that he hasn't even bothered to start undressing. This really hinders his plans to slip under the blankets together and gather Yussa in his arms to make good on that promise.
"You will be warmer in bed if you are cold," he murmurs. "I will join you momentarily." As quickly as he can get out of his clothes.
The last brush of fabric down his legs sends another wave of goosebumps across his skin, and these linger. It's the chill of the air rather than modesty that eventually has Yussa folding his arm across his breasts, protecting more sensitive skin. It is not that the room itself is unbearably cold, but that he'd been quite comfortable in his layers and now, divested of them, room temperature is far cooler than his internal temperature.
Rather than making any sort of placating offer to wait, the archmage retreats to the bed and slips beneath as many layers as he can. He watches Caleb from there, bright and intent and perhaps not unlike a cat as the other man beings to disrobe.
He hadn't expected Yussa to wait for him, but it is endearing how quickly he takes that offer, covering himself and then burrowing beneath the covers. This time of year, Caleb has already put the warmer sheets on his bed and piled it with extra blankets, so it shouldn't take long to warm up under there.
Caleb catches his eye and his lips quirk up again. He's certain that not many people have been in a position to see Yussa Errenis as cute, but like this, he absolutely is.
There is nothing showy about the way Caleb undresses, and certainly not about the way he just leaves things where they fall. But as he pulls his shirt over his head, the flex of muscle in his back, shoulders, and arms is enough to demonstrate how he was able to pull off carrying Yussa upstairs. A body that could once generously be described as scrawny has instead become lean--lanky still, but healthy. There's been gradual change and improvement even since the first time they slept together. The dusting of red hair across his torso and legs is the same color as the darkest shade in his hair and beard, and his pale skin is regularly interrupted by freckles, especially across his shoulders. Scars from his adventuring lifestyle, too, including on his stomach and chest from the piercing blows that had killed him in Cognouza. The raised patterns on his arms are almost less interesting in comparison. When he pulls his smalls down, the interested swell of his cock bobs back up, not yet half hard, but on its way.
He doesn't waste time either. As soon as he's bare, Caleb pulls back the sheets and slides beneath, tugging them securely back over them both as he slides his way to Yussa to curl his arms around him and pull him close. Caleb tends to run hot, and his skin is still warm despite the relative chill of the room.
"There," he declares, rubbing his hands up and down Yussa's back as though to transfer warmth into his skin. "Much better."
Yussa takes his time looking at Caleb. He's familiar with the younger man's body and he has noticed the gradual change since the first time he saw Caleb bare. He has never asked about the newer scars, as he has a very good idea of where they came from, and he knows what a killing blow looks like.
He shifts as Caleb joins him in bed and offers no resistance as he's drawn closer to his lover's warm body. Yussa hums his agreement to the sentiment and allows himself to indulge in the pleasant feeling of having warmth rubbed into him - not as vigorous as it might be outside this intimate space. It doesn't need to be.
A slender hand lifts to brush over Caleb's bearded cheek, thumb rubbing against the grain briefly. He's seen Caleb with a smooth face before, and while the look suits him just as much as the beard (not all those who can grow beards are as fortunate), Yussa finds he likes the novelty of it, whether against his hand or his thigh.
Caleb makes a contented rumble of a noise as Yussa rubs lightly at his beard. If he were feline rather than human, it would be a purr. He noses into his hand to kiss his fingers, then his palm, then his delicate wrist. Yussa must have dabbed some of his favorite perfumed oil there, because he can smell orange blossom and spice strongly. His cock twitches between them in response. It's a particular combination of scents that his body has made certain associations with--rather like spoken Elvish never fails to make him horny. He blames Yussa entirely.
Both hands slide down his back to cup his ass, dragging his slighter body close so Caleb can rub his cock against his stomach as it perks up while he takes his lips in a hot but unhurried kiss. His tongue fills Yussa's mouth and draws Yussa's into his, a lazy exchange back and forth.
Still kissing, Caleb rolls to press Yussa onto his back beneath him. He covers his body, warm and solid, and slots neatly between his legs. The grinding and kissing continues this way until Caleb draws back enough to murmur, "Tell me what you want from me tonight, schatz."
Yussa melts beneath the attention, leaning into the kiss as Caleb's hands slide lower to pull them together. He can feel the firm press of the other man's cock as it brushes against him, getting harder. Yussa doesn't reach for it yet, instead holding the back of Caleb's neck. His hand slides down to grip the younger man's shoulder as Caleb presses him onto his back. His thighs part easily, welcoming the warmth of his lover's body closer.
"Get me ready, first," he murmurs. "Then show me how Zemnians like to keep warm in winter."
He can feel the heat of arousal pooling low in him, but he isn't sure he's ready enough to take Caleb without some more dedicated foreplay. Caleb is so good with his hands and his mouth, Yussa does not feel the need to direct him beyond that encouragement.
That directive has Caleb grinning and ducking down to pluck another eager kiss from Yussa's lips. "Ich werde dich zum Schwitzen bringen, Schöne," he promises, low and gravelly. I'll make you sweat, handsome.
He was planning to take his time tonight, to indulge in sharing pleasure slowly and thoroughly for the first time in his own home, in his own bed. From Yussa's lips, Caleb trails his mouth in warm, slightly rough kisses over his chin and down his throat. When he reaches his breasts, he has to begin ducking under the covers. It's too fucking cold to do anything above the blankets tonight.
Warm hands slide up the inside of Yussa's thighs as his mouth returns to his nipples, flicking over them with his tongue and sucking them between his lips. When his hands reach his hips, one slides back down between his legs to cup his sex in his palm, firm pressure without movement.
The rumble in Caleb's voice brings a smile to Yussa's face, lost only briefly beneath a kiss before Caleb's mouth moves lower. He's known Caleb long enough - and heard enough filthy promises in Zemnian - that he catches most of it.
Yussa lays back against the pillows as Caleb's mouth explores lower. And then his head disappears beneath the blanket in a way that might make Yussa laugh if the disappearance wasn't so quickly followed by his lover's warm mouth draws on a firm nipple, still stiff from the cold and now arousal. He runs his fingers through Caleb's hair as the other holds on to the younger man's shoulder, seeking the contact and resisting the urge to guide or push - he wants the indulgence Caleb offers, and there is no need at all to rush.
He lifts his hips in a subtle shift as Caleb's hand slides between his thighs, offering tempting pressure. He's certainly warm there. Yussa bends one leg higher, planting his foot on the bed and lifting the blanket slightly so that Caleb will not be entirely smothered.
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He'd been relatively impassive when Caleb kissed his hair earlier, but now Yussa leans close to kiss the other man with a tenderness few have had the privilege to experience. As he lifts his head, his thumb strokes gently beneath Caleb's lip. A small smile appears.
"And allow an old man to indulge himself. I would enjoy seeing you in something that you can feel good wearing, even if it is only for special occasions."
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When they part, there is a little apprehension still in Caleb's eyes as he looks up at the other wizard. The way he leans into his touch speaks of trust, though, and the gentle brush of his thumb beneath his lip seizes his attention. If it pleases Yussa to make him look nice, he should allow it. He calls himself an old man, but he is regal and beautiful and it is Caleb who is always lacking standing next to him.
"I will gladly wear anything you wish me to," he promises, returning a small smile of his own. "I think you know how happy I am to let you indulge yourself, old man."
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"Don't be impertinent."
He does like Caleb Widogast, and if he can bolster this man's confidence before the wolves of the Assembly and the Academy both, he will. Yussa may be a hermit, but he understands the finer points of social maneuvering and just how effective it can be. Caleb is clever and he is charming when he allows himself to be, and it would be a shame to see doors closed to him on account of a frayed hem or an outfit seen too many times. Yussa will not allow it.
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He leans up as though seeking another kiss, though Yussa will have to bend to meet him if he wishes to allow it.
What Caleb wants now is really very simple. He would like to lay down with Yussa in his own bed tonight--in this bed. Ideally, he would like to have sex with him in this bed, but he could live without it. He just can't shake that thought--how nice it would be to have a lover in his own bed, in his own home. It is an experience he has quite literally never had.
He imagines, though, that this visit will not encompass that much. While he will likely stay after dinner for their promised quiet evening, Yussa has his own bed to return to. As a man who rarely leaves the comfort of his own space, Caleb thinks it likely he will want to return to it. If he asked him to stay, he might--but Yussa has already done so much for him today, he is reluctant to ask for anything else. He is lucky to have him here at all, and there are still hours left to enjoy.
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The archmage stands straight again and looks past Caleb, taking in the bed with careful scrutiny.
"Hm. Well, at least it looks sturdy," he says lightly as he turns away, letting a slender hand slide over one of the posts on his way past it. "Is your workroom warded?"
He asks the question as he heads in that direction.
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"Ah--yes, of course."
Caleb follows, curious and intrigued. "Please," he says, leaning against the doorway as Yussa enters the room ahead of him, "feel free to look around." There is some definite sarcasm there, as Yussa has clearly doing this already, but it is all good-natured teasing.
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Perhaps that isn't entirely fair. At least Caleb had the good sense to be afraid when the Nein started using Tidepeak as their personal highway. Once he's certain he isn't about to trip any wards, Yussa slips into the workroom and sets his tea aside - the cup is nearly empty. He takes his time curiously exploring Caleb's space, examining the layout of tables, of sigils on the floor and on any other surfaces. He picks up a book or two, flipping them open to glance over a few lines here or there. His behavior has the glimmer of energy that comes with restrained interest. Of course he's interested: he has been working with Caleb for some time, but always in Yussa's space.
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He returns to collect him when their food is ready, and over it they discuss the things that had caught Yussa's interest. This pleases Caleb more than he thought it would, to serve Yussa a meal he prepared himself and discuss the personal projects he has been working on.
They move to the living room after that, where Caleb stokes the fire in the hearth and they each pick books off the shelf, and they spend as much time reading as talking. They settle on the couch, Yussa with a blanket over his lap to ward off the chill he isn't used to. When their glasses of wine are empty, Caleb makes more tea. For all its simplicity, it is a wonderful evening. Caleb hasn't had very many like it, and he doesn't want it to end. But the clock in his mind is a constant reminder that it is growing late. When he can't ignore it any longer, he lays his book face down against his leg and looks to Yussa. He has not yet made any indication that he wishes to leave, which is encouraging.
"You are welcome to stay here tonight, if you wish," he offers shyly. "But as you have seen, I do not have a guest room. So I, ah..." After everything they've shared, this still makes him blush. "I only have my own bed to offer you."
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While his companion is mindful of the time, Yussa is deliberately not thinking about it. He looks up from his book when Caleb moves so deliberately and speaks up. That he is so shy in his offer is charming. Yussa sets his book down and shifts to fully meet Caleb's gaze. The blush is becoming.
"I hope you are not suggesting that I sleep in your bed alone," he says lightly as he picks up his tea. "It is very cold here."
Never mind that Caleb's home is perfectly cozy.
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"Nein, I would happily share it with you. I would be a poor host if I allowed you to be cold and uncomfortable all night." He nods toward Fritz, who has been curled up in Yussa's lap for more than an hour now, purring intermittently. "He has been doing his part to keep you warm. Perhaps it is time I did mine."
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Yussa finishes his tea and sets it aside, then gently moves Fritz off his lap with what sounds like a quiet apology to the cat in Elvish. Now that Caleb has brought it up, Yussa does realize it is later in the evening. He closes his book and sets it aside before he slips out from beneath the blanket he's been using.
"I am ready to retire when you are, Master Widogast," he says lightly. He'll at least take his teacup back to the kitchen before they go up. He finds himself looking forward to becoming more acquainted with Caleb's bed.
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Caleb stands when Yussa does, leaving his own book on the couch.
"Let me take you to bed, then, Master Errenis."
He doesn't care about their empty cups. He feels warm and affectionate and impulsive, and more than a little silly. Perhaps it seems like Caleb is merely leaning in for a kiss when he moves close and bends down, but then his arms curl around Yussa, one under his knees and the other beneath his back, and when he comes back up he lifts the smaller and slighter elf up into his arms. While it is a strain, it is not as much of one as he expected it to be. In fact, he is able to carry him like this all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom without faltering.
When he finally sets the other man back on his feet just beside the bed, that is when Caleb kisses him, feeling sort of ridiculously pleased with himself for that unexpected display of brawn.
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The moment his feet touch the ground, Caleb kisses him. Yussa leans into it, rewarding his lover's impressive effort.
"I take it you are familiar with getting someone out of clothes like this?" he murmurs against Caleb's mouth. A smile threatens, hiding in his voice.
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"Very," he confirms, smiling openly. His voice is a warm rumble, pitched low. "Though it has been some time."
With how deftly he begins loosening ties and undoing buttons, however, it's clear he remembers what he's doing. He doesn't have to stop kissing along Yussa's ear, peeling his outfit apart layer by layer.
"It is almost a shame. You look so good in this, schatz," he murmurs. "But you will look best in my bed wearing nothing at all."
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"You can dress me in something similar tomorrow," he breathes. Which reminds him. Yussa finds something in one of his pockets before Caleb strips him too far, and a moment later a small chest appears on the floor not too far away. Well, he wasn't going to come with nothing. The focus goes back into his pocket before he slips out of that layer.
And he is layered, both because it is the style and for the sake of keeping warm. When Caleb gets far enough, he'll discover there is no binder to contend with.
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He kisses the tip of the elf's ear again affectionately, intrigued by Yussa having more of this familiar clothing and by the idea of choosing what he'll wear. He is relishing removing each piece tonight, and when the last layer covering the other man's chest is lifted over his head, Caleb gives a low, pleased hum. No matter how many times it's revealed to him, he knows he'll never stop marveling at Yussa's body.
The fire downstairs has warmed the room a little, but the air is chilly enough that his dark nipples are tight. Caleb can't resist leaning down to circle his tongue around each of them as his fingers pick apart the ties holding up the last layer of his skirt, dropping that to match.
"You should leave the socks," he advises with a crooked little grin. "I would not want your feet getting cold."
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Still, he stokes his fingers through the other man's hair as heavy fabric falls from around his hips. He rolls his eyes and gives Caleb's hair a light, sharp tug at his teasing.
"Perhaps I will," he answers lightly. "You will have to take care of the rest of me."
It's taking more self-control than Yussa anticipated to stay still and not crowd up against his lover's warm body.
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"Ja, natürlich," he says, hooking his fingers into Yussa's smallclothes. "Have I ever failed to take care of you?"
It's only after he's worked that last bit of fabric down his lover's thighs that Caleb thinks of himself, and notes that he hasn't even bothered to start undressing. This really hinders his plans to slip under the blankets together and gather Yussa in his arms to make good on that promise.
"You will be warmer in bed if you are cold," he murmurs. "I will join you momentarily." As quickly as he can get out of his clothes.
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Rather than making any sort of placating offer to wait, the archmage retreats to the bed and slips beneath as many layers as he can. He watches Caleb from there, bright and intent and perhaps not unlike a cat as the other man beings to disrobe.
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Caleb catches his eye and his lips quirk up again. He's certain that not many people have been in a position to see Yussa Errenis as cute, but like this, he absolutely is.
There is nothing showy about the way Caleb undresses, and certainly not about the way he just leaves things where they fall. But as he pulls his shirt over his head, the flex of muscle in his back, shoulders, and arms is enough to demonstrate how he was able to pull off carrying Yussa upstairs. A body that could once generously be described as scrawny has instead become lean--lanky still, but healthy. There's been gradual change and improvement even since the first time they slept together. The dusting of red hair across his torso and legs is the same color as the darkest shade in his hair and beard, and his pale skin is regularly interrupted by freckles, especially across his shoulders. Scars from his adventuring lifestyle, too, including on his stomach and chest from the piercing blows that had killed him in Cognouza. The raised patterns on his arms are almost less interesting in comparison. When he pulls his smalls down, the interested swell of his cock bobs back up, not yet half hard, but on its way.
He doesn't waste time either. As soon as he's bare, Caleb pulls back the sheets and slides beneath, tugging them securely back over them both as he slides his way to Yussa to curl his arms around him and pull him close. Caleb tends to run hot, and his skin is still warm despite the relative chill of the room.
"There," he declares, rubbing his hands up and down Yussa's back as though to transfer warmth into his skin. "Much better."
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He shifts as Caleb joins him in bed and offers no resistance as he's drawn closer to his lover's warm body. Yussa hums his agreement to the sentiment and allows himself to indulge in the pleasant feeling of having warmth rubbed into him - not as vigorous as it might be outside this intimate space. It doesn't need to be.
A slender hand lifts to brush over Caleb's bearded cheek, thumb rubbing against the grain briefly. He's seen Caleb with a smooth face before, and while the look suits him just as much as the beard (not all those who can grow beards are as fortunate), Yussa finds he likes the novelty of it, whether against his hand or his thigh.
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Both hands slide down his back to cup his ass, dragging his slighter body close so Caleb can rub his cock against his stomach as it perks up while he takes his lips in a hot but unhurried kiss. His tongue fills Yussa's mouth and draws Yussa's into his, a lazy exchange back and forth.
Still kissing, Caleb rolls to press Yussa onto his back beneath him. He covers his body, warm and solid, and slots neatly between his legs. The grinding and kissing continues this way until Caleb draws back enough to murmur, "Tell me what you want from me tonight, schatz."
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"Get me ready, first," he murmurs. "Then show me how Zemnians like to keep warm in winter."
He can feel the heat of arousal pooling low in him, but he isn't sure he's ready enough to take Caleb without some more dedicated foreplay. Caleb is so good with his hands and his mouth, Yussa does not feel the need to direct him beyond that encouragement.
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He was planning to take his time tonight, to indulge in sharing pleasure slowly and thoroughly for the first time in his own home, in his own bed. From Yussa's lips, Caleb trails his mouth in warm, slightly rough kisses over his chin and down his throat. When he reaches his breasts, he has to begin ducking under the covers. It's too fucking cold to do anything above the blankets tonight.
Warm hands slide up the inside of Yussa's thighs as his mouth returns to his nipples, flicking over them with his tongue and sucking them between his lips. When his hands reach his hips, one slides back down between his legs to cup his sex in his palm, firm pressure without movement.
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Yussa lays back against the pillows as Caleb's mouth explores lower. And then his head disappears beneath the blanket in a way that might make Yussa laugh if the disappearance wasn't so quickly followed by his lover's warm mouth draws on a firm nipple, still stiff from the cold and now arousal. He runs his fingers through Caleb's hair as the other holds on to the younger man's shoulder, seeking the contact and resisting the urge to guide or push - he wants the indulgence Caleb offers, and there is no need at all to rush.
He lifts his hips in a subtle shift as Caleb's hand slides between his thighs, offering tempting pressure. He's certainly warm there. Yussa bends one leg higher, planting his foot on the bed and lifting the blanket slightly so that Caleb will not be entirely smothered.
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