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, natΓΌrlich," 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, SchΓΆne," 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.
Expectedly, it is warmer under the blankets. Darker, too. But Caleb knows Yussa's body so well that he doesn't need to see him. As he shifts, bending a leg and lifting the blanket to give him a little more room to work, he smiles against his skin. The heat of his cunt against his fingers encourages him to begin rocking his hand slowly, and his middle finger slips between his folds to play over his entrance, spreading what wetness is there and encouraging more with his touch. The elf's small breasts receive a few more soft wet kisses before he moves lower, mouthing down the center of Yussa's body.
It soon becomes necessary as he moves lower to change the angle of his wrist, and he reorients to drag his fingers lightly over and around his sensitive, swollen folds. His mouth lingers on the soft skin of his belly below his navel, detouring to each hip before returning. Deliberately, he has avoided touching his clit directly, and he continues to as he nuzzles into his stomach.
But gods, his mouth is watering for it. His tongue curls behind his teeth with the same motion he uses to lick along the underside and tease the tip. He lets curiosity and anticipation bolster his own arousal. Will he find him deliciously swollen already, enough to suck between his lips, or will he have the pleasure of feeling him throb to fullness against his tongue?
Caleb feels his own cock throb right along with that thought, now pressed firmly to the bed as he positions himself on his stomach for a full meal between Yussa's thighs.
His fingers slip from Caleb's hair and rather than dropping it to the bed, he lifts his arm to hold the blanket more. Yussa's breath catches as Caleb's fingers tease between his folds, encouraging his arousal with his deft and knowing touch. His body responds with a flutter of anticipation when he feels Caleb's breath on his stomach. But rather than continuing lower, his lover stays there.
Yussa spreads his thighs more, attempting to ensure that Caleb has move to settle between them. He feels another little rush of wetness as Caleb's finger strokes gently over his entrance to spread it. Really, Yussa doubts it will take long for Caleb to get him worked up and receptive. His hips lift with the next stroke, following it as it teases his cunt.
His free hand slides up Caleb's neck and into his hair again, thumb stroking against his scalp as Yussa lets himself ride that pleasant sensation of growing desire.
"I cannot tell if you are trying to tease or savor," he admits, amused more than anything.
There is warmth breath against Yussa's stomach as Caleb sighs, a soft and contented noise, at the hand tracing up his neck and into his hair. "A bit of both," he grins. But there's no further delay. Both thumbs swipe up through Yussa's folds to spread him open, and Caleb's mouth leaves his skin, returning a moment later with lips parted over his entrance.
The first swipe of his tongue is delicate, but the next is harder, licking into his cunt. There are no half measures for Caleb. His jaw opens to push his tongue deep, his lips and cheeks and chin pressed flush to Yussa's sensitive skin, his beard scraping lightly with the motions of his mouth. There are soft moans and grunts of appreciation as he feels Yussa's walls around his tongue and savors his taste and lets slick and saliva smear and drip from his lips.
Caleb lets his hips rock slowly to grind his erection into the sheets, more to keep it from distracting him than to seek fulfillment. His eyes are closed, and from where he is, the scent of Yussa's arousal and the array of wet noises from eagerly eating him out are all he has to focus on, no distractions. It's a good place to be.
A quiet laugh is all the answer Caleb gets, though it ends on a sharp breath as the other man spreads him open, exposing him to the first sweep of his tongue. He has a deep appreciation for Caleb's dedication and his commitment, especially as his lover's tongue pushes inside him to get a deeper taste. Yussa arches his back with a low moan and his hips shift restlessly when he feels the prickle of Caleb's beard against sensitive flesh. He's come to like that sensation very much.
Yussa slides a leg over Caleb's shoulder, muscles tense as the young man between his thighs works him up. His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair, though he makes no attempt to push or guide him yet. His free hand grips the sheets beneath them and his hips jerk as Caleb's tongue sweeps over his hard clit, already aching for attention. He moans heavily and pushes up against Caleb's mouth.
"There--ah--"
While he'd been chilly earlier, the space beneath the blanket is heating up. Perhaps it's a testament to Caleb's skill that the slender elf pushes the blanket down, exposing more of his overheated skin to the cooler air. He hasn't quite uncovered Caleb's head yet, but as far as he can tell, the younger wizard is perfectly happy where he is.
The full moan and the roll of Yussa's body has Caleb smiling against his slick, hot skin. He's been waiting for this, for his voice raised in pleasure and how his hard clit feels against his tongue. He feels the blanket shift, not enough that he feels the air against his skin yet, but enough to tell him that Yussa is getting overheated. Good.
Fortunately, Caleb has plenty of practice, and knows how to work up a pace his lover will enjoy. He knows just when to lick deeper into Yussa's cunt, dipping his tongue into the source of the slick so he can smear more wetness around his clit. Though he knows this is what Yussa wants too, it feels almost self-indulgent to curl his tongue up the same way again, then again, keeping it right there on his clit. A low moan rumbles up from his chest.
He licks and then sucks, pulling it, stiff and hot, between his lips. Gods, he loves sucking him off like this, dragging over him with his lips and swirling around him with his tongue, feeling how his clit twitches and pulses.
The way Caleb's lips close around the firm bundle of nerves earns a sharper cry from Yussa. He pulls his lover's hair in an unthinking, urgent gesture of pleasure. His thighs tremble as Caleb focuses there, licking and sucking and teasing with lips and tongue. His leg tightens over the younger man's shoulder, trying to keep him close.
He murmurs praises in Elvish - and he even manages a few in accented Zemnian - as Caleb works him over. His cunt tightens, aching to be filled; he won't beg, though. He wants to let Caleb dictate this - at least as long as he can stand to.
Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that Caleb's knowing and skilled mouth works him up so quickly.
"Bisschen mehr," he gasps out as another wave of tension rolls through him. "Caleb--"
Caleb isn't going anywhere. Making Yussa react this way is something he savors, his pride and arousal bolstered by his quivering thighs and hard grip and louder cries. As Yussa becomes more restless, Caleb slides his arms beneath his thighs to hold him by the hips. His thumbs fit perfectly into the divot of his hipbones.
But what really gets to him is that he recognizes the occasional word or phrase bookended between Yussa's typical Elvish. Accented, but clearly his own language. The idea that Yussa would learn any Zemnian--or perhaps has learned from him--is terribly sweet in this moment of passion, and also incredibly hot. Caleb groans, still smothered in his cunt, when Yussa gasps his name. Oh, he'll give him a bit more.
Glistening from his nose to his lips to his chin and still hungrily opening his mouth for more, he licks a broad stripe up his slit from his entrance to his clit, which he rubs with the flat of his tongue before closing his lips around it again. Part of the reason Yussa is getting twitchy, he knows, is that he is aching inside, needing something to work the muscles of his cunt against. And why should he deny him? As he laps and mouths at the apex of his folds, he wets the tip of his index finger against his entrance, playing through the wetness there before pressing slowly in.
As always, he is divinely hot and wet inside, and his soft walls are tight around his finger as he pushes it deeper. His curled knuckles brush against the warm slickness of his folds. Between the bed and his own belly, his cock twitches, a response to Caleb's many memories of burying himself in that perfect heat.
As Caleb adjusts his position to hold him more firmly in place, arms curled around him and hands on his hips, Yussa releases the sheets in favor of finding his lover's nearest hand. He manages to wedge his fingers beneath and between Caleb's, wanting to hold onto him.
Yussa's breath hiccups when he feels the pressure of Caleb's finger before it finally slips into him. He drops his head back, breathing harder as his body responds eagerly to the penetration. He gasps out his lover's name again and he arches toward Caleb's mouth. It's almost a shame that the younger man is currently covered by the blanket: Yussa likes to watch him work, but he is willing to cede that pleasure for what he's being given now.
He doesn't try to restrain himself, more urgently working his hips between the slide of Caleb's finger and every suck and lick he offers. He whispers soft, slurred encouragement in two and a half languages - quickly losing his grasp on at least one of them - as that familiar tension twists low in him.
The archmage voices a sharper, louder moan when he hits his peak. His cunt goes tight and his thighs try to close around the man between them, trapping him for a few seconds as Yussa rides out his first orgasm of the night.
The other wizard's hand slides beneath his and laces their fingers together. Caleb releases his hip and grips back, grasping tight. Given his strong and immediate reaction to penetration, it seems like Yussa needs that grounding hold.
Caleb is pleased by it, there is no pretending he isn't. Having released his hips, the elf is free to move them as he pleases, and Caleb meets him where he is at the pace he sets. His finger presses in and curls up on its way back out again, his mouth is soft and open, his tongue readily available to grind his clit against when it isn't licking around his entrance or sliding into it beside his finger.
As he feels the tension in Yussa's body begin to climb and his voice start to slur even around his own Elven words, Caleb knows to keep his finger buried deep and his tongue working in tight circles. He is rewarded with Yussa's body jerking as he comes, thighs trying to snap shut as his cunt clamps down. Caleb gives a satisfied hum into his folds, licking him more gently through his climax until the tremors stop.
Part of him would like to remain right here and pull another orgasm out of him with his mouth. Part of him wants to cover Yussa's body with his and sink his cock into the slick mess of his cunt still pulsing around his finger. But he thinks he will do neither of those things. He smears a sticky wet kiss against the inside of the archmage's hip. As he begins to follow suit back up his body, retracing his path down, he pushes a second finger into him and rocks them slowly.
His hand remains tight in Caleb's, clinging to the younger man as he so expertly works him through the delicious aftershocks of his pleasure. It's such a tender hold and the care it shows make him ache in another way. Yussa's thumb strokes over Caleb's as the other man lifts his head to kiss his hip, then higher, and higher. Yussa's hand is just starting to relax it's grip by the time Caleb reaches his navel.
By the time Caleb is out from beneath the blanket, he'll be treated to a sight: Yussa, lips parted and eyes closed as he pants, dark skin flushed even exposed to the cooler air. He feels the blanket move and manages to open his eyes again, just as Caleb eases a second finger into him. Yussa groans quietly and drops his head back. His hips lift, encouraging the easy slide of his lover's fingers. Yussa can feel his cunt throb around them, making him very aware of the gentle stretch.
His fingers are weak as they stroke through Caleb's hair, pushing it back from his handsome, messy face as his mouth moves higher still.
Holding hands is such a simple thing, yet Caleb is still thinking about it as he looks on the absolute vision that is Yussa Errenis still recovering from his orgasm, interrupted by the second finger beginning to fuck him alongside the first. He is so careful, kissing his way up the other man's chest as his fingers curl inside him and slide gradually deeper. Feeling those tight walls squeeze and encouraging those inner muscles to relax and stretch never fails to excite him.
But--their hands. The way Yussa reached for him, the way they are still linked, because Caleb doesn't want to let go. It is unmistakably sentimental, affectionate. He still gets that flutter in his chest with Yussa--even worse now, honestly. Voluntarily, consciously, or otherwise, he's devoted himself to this man.
So as he leans over him, finally reaches his mouth, their linked hands come too. He guides them, intertwined, up over Yussa's head, pinning the older wizard's hand to the bed. He leans on that arm for support as he sweeps his tongue into his mouth, sharing the taste of his cunt. Red hair sticks to Caleb's face and neck with sweat--he's verging on overheated now and the cooler air feels good--until Yussa's slightly unsteady fingers continue to comb it away.
Yussa rocks to meet the stroke of Caleb's fingers as they curl inside him, urging his body to yield further. As his lover pins his hand over his head, Yussa's other hand slides to cradle Caleb's face as the younger man catches him in a kiss. His cunt squeezes around Caleb's fingers as Yussa tastes himself on his tongue. He moans quietly and breaks the kiss only to breathe.
He lays his head back, still trying to catch his breath. Caleb's body is warm over his, chasing any chill there might have been.
"Get overheated, did you?" he asks with a breathless smile.
Gods, that smile is handsome. That fluttery sensation is back with a vengeance. Seeing Yussa stretched out beneath him in his own bed, smiling up at him this way with their hands clasped tight--feeling anything less than hopelessly adoring would be impossible.
"Mm. It was unavoidable," he replies. The drag of his voice through his lower register thickens his accent, but he also sounds warmer, richer. It goes well with his crooked smile. "Worth it, though."
Instead of kissing him again, Caleb watches him. His fingers draw back further and press in faster with a little less precision, trying to provide some friction in addition to the stretch. "Is this too much?" Caleb wonders softly. "You still feel so tight, schatz."
Yussa likes hearing Caleb like this, deeper and rougher and warmer. His hand drops from Caleb's neck to his arm, holding tight as the other man fucks him faster. For a few seconds he can't speak, swept up in the slick friction.
"No," he breathes. "No, this isn't too much."
He is dazed as he meets Caleb's gaze. The hand pinned to the bed squeezes the one holding it in place. Yussa slides his leg higher, trying to open himself more.
"No? Good." Caleb ducks down to press his lips to Yussa's brow, brief and sweet. He squeezes back and readjusts his grip to lock their fingers tighter. Drinking in the sight of the gorgeous man beneath him, it is difficult to decide where to focus. His pleasure is arresting to witness, let alone cause.
He presses closer so the elf can use his thigh to hook his leg over, which opens him up perfectly to both Caleb's eyes and his hands. Just two fingers still, but he tilts his wrist just so and fucks them hard and quick into his lover's cunt, obscenely and arousingly wet.
His own skilled, dexterous fingers feel blunt and rough when applied to Yussa's soft, lithe form, but they are very good for this: filling him, rubbing with purpose against his walls, bending in a way his cock can't to find and exploit sensitive places.
His hands flex helplessly, one against the bed and the other still clutching Caleb's arm as the younger man fucks him hard and fast. Yussa's thighs tremble as tension builds and it quickly becomes clear that Caleb will get him off again if he keeps this up. It's the angle of his fingers, the way they so consistently rub up against him.
Yussa tries to focus as he meets Caleb's gaze, intent on managing at least that much.
It's strange to be in a lover's bed after so long. But this is so clearly Caleb's space, his home, and it gives Yussa an unexpected thrill to find himself here. He tries to steady his breathing - a nearly impossible task with the way Caleb keeps at him. His mouth falls open and he moans as his lover works him up to another orgasm.
Yussa's gaze is heavy and hot when it meets his, and Caleb is suddenly very cognizant of his own arousal once again as it flares bright and insistent low in his belly. But that is for after. Keeping up this pace, this angle, the exact way his fingers curl, is what's most important now. Yussa is close, he can feel it, and he wants to see it this time.
"I said," he murmurs, a warm, gravelly rasp, "that you would look good in my bed. But good does not cover it." Yussa squirming in his bed on the verge of orgasm is an image he'd rarely dared to picture before tonight, and it is far more sensual than anything he could have imagined. He'd never thought this would happen. It feels almost dreamlike.
Everywhere they connect reminds him that this is very real. He squeezes their joined hands, feels the quiver of tense muscle in his slim legs, buries his slick fingers in the perfect heat of his cunt as fast and deep as his wrist will allow. Feeling him growing tighter nearly pulls a moan out of Caleb too.
"I have wanted you here, and you look better than I could have dreamed," he tells him, earnest and longing and urgent, blue eyes burning. "Come for me Yussa, bitte, please let me see it."
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"Ja, natΓΌrlich," 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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It soon becomes necessary as he moves lower to change the angle of his wrist, and he reorients to drag his fingers lightly over and around his sensitive, swollen folds. His mouth lingers on the soft skin of his belly below his navel, detouring to each hip before returning. Deliberately, he has avoided touching his clit directly, and he continues to as he nuzzles into his stomach.
But gods, his mouth is watering for it. His tongue curls behind his teeth with the same motion he uses to lick along the underside and tease the tip. He lets curiosity and anticipation bolster his own arousal. Will he find him deliciously swollen already, enough to suck between his lips, or will he have the pleasure of feeling him throb to fullness against his tongue?
Caleb feels his own cock throb right along with that thought, now pressed firmly to the bed as he positions himself on his stomach for a full meal between Yussa's thighs.
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Yussa spreads his thighs more, attempting to ensure that Caleb has move to settle between them. He feels another little rush of wetness as Caleb's finger strokes gently over his entrance to spread it. Really, Yussa doubts it will take long for Caleb to get him worked up and receptive. His hips lift with the next stroke, following it as it teases his cunt.
His free hand slides up Caleb's neck and into his hair again, thumb stroking against his scalp as Yussa lets himself ride that pleasant sensation of growing desire.
"I cannot tell if you are trying to tease or savor," he admits, amused more than anything.
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The first swipe of his tongue is delicate, but the next is harder, licking into his cunt. There are no half measures for Caleb. His jaw opens to push his tongue deep, his lips and cheeks and chin pressed flush to Yussa's sensitive skin, his beard scraping lightly with the motions of his mouth. There are soft moans and grunts of appreciation as he feels Yussa's walls around his tongue and savors his taste and lets slick and saliva smear and drip from his lips.
Caleb lets his hips rock slowly to grind his erection into the sheets, more to keep it from distracting him than to seek fulfillment. His eyes are closed, and from where he is, the scent of Yussa's arousal and the array of wet noises from eagerly eating him out are all he has to focus on, no distractions. It's a good place to be.
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Yussa slides a leg over Caleb's shoulder, muscles tense as the young man between his thighs works him up. His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair, though he makes no attempt to push or guide him yet. His free hand grips the sheets beneath them and his hips jerk as Caleb's tongue sweeps over his hard clit, already aching for attention. He moans heavily and pushes up against Caleb's mouth.
"There--ah--"
While he'd been chilly earlier, the space beneath the blanket is heating up. Perhaps it's a testament to Caleb's skill that the slender elf pushes the blanket down, exposing more of his overheated skin to the cooler air. He hasn't quite uncovered Caleb's head yet, but as far as he can tell, the younger wizard is perfectly happy where he is.
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Fortunately, Caleb has plenty of practice, and knows how to work up a pace his lover will enjoy. He knows just when to lick deeper into Yussa's cunt, dipping his tongue into the source of the slick so he can smear more wetness around his clit. Though he knows this is what Yussa wants too, it feels almost self-indulgent to curl his tongue up the same way again, then again, keeping it right there on his clit. A low moan rumbles up from his chest.
He licks and then sucks, pulling it, stiff and hot, between his lips. Gods, he loves sucking him off like this, dragging over him with his lips and swirling around him with his tongue, feeling how his clit twitches and pulses.
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He murmurs praises in Elvish - and he even manages a few in accented Zemnian - as Caleb works him over. His cunt tightens, aching to be filled; he won't beg, though. He wants to let Caleb dictate this - at least as long as he can stand to.
Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that Caleb's knowing and skilled mouth works him up so quickly.
"Bisschen mehr," he gasps out as another wave of tension rolls through him. "Caleb--"
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But what really gets to him is that he recognizes the occasional word or phrase bookended between Yussa's typical Elvish. Accented, but clearly his own language. The idea that Yussa would learn any Zemnian--or perhaps has learned from him--is terribly sweet in this moment of passion, and also incredibly hot. Caleb groans, still smothered in his cunt, when Yussa gasps his name. Oh, he'll give him a bit more.
Glistening from his nose to his lips to his chin and still hungrily opening his mouth for more, he licks a broad stripe up his slit from his entrance to his clit, which he rubs with the flat of his tongue before closing his lips around it again. Part of the reason Yussa is getting twitchy, he knows, is that he is aching inside, needing something to work the muscles of his cunt against. And why should he deny him? As he laps and mouths at the apex of his folds, he wets the tip of his index finger against his entrance, playing through the wetness there before pressing slowly in.
As always, he is divinely hot and wet inside, and his soft walls are tight around his finger as he pushes it deeper. His curled knuckles brush against the warm slickness of his folds. Between the bed and his own belly, his cock twitches, a response to Caleb's many memories of burying himself in that perfect heat.
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Yussa's breath hiccups when he feels the pressure of Caleb's finger before it finally slips into him. He drops his head back, breathing harder as his body responds eagerly to the penetration. He gasps out his lover's name again and he arches toward Caleb's mouth. It's almost a shame that the younger man is currently covered by the blanket: Yussa likes to watch him work, but he is willing to cede that pleasure for what he's being given now.
He doesn't try to restrain himself, more urgently working his hips between the slide of Caleb's finger and every suck and lick he offers. He whispers soft, slurred encouragement in two and a half languages - quickly losing his grasp on at least one of them - as that familiar tension twists low in him.
The archmage voices a sharper, louder moan when he hits his peak. His cunt goes tight and his thighs try to close around the man between them, trapping him for a few seconds as Yussa rides out his first orgasm of the night.
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Caleb is pleased by it, there is no pretending he isn't. Having released his hips, the elf is free to move them as he pleases, and Caleb meets him where he is at the pace he sets. His finger presses in and curls up on its way back out again, his mouth is soft and open, his tongue readily available to grind his clit against when it isn't licking around his entrance or sliding into it beside his finger.
As he feels the tension in Yussa's body begin to climb and his voice start to slur even around his own Elven words, Caleb knows to keep his finger buried deep and his tongue working in tight circles. He is rewarded with Yussa's body jerking as he comes, thighs trying to snap shut as his cunt clamps down. Caleb gives a satisfied hum into his folds, licking him more gently through his climax until the tremors stop.
Part of him would like to remain right here and pull another orgasm out of him with his mouth. Part of him wants to cover Yussa's body with his and sink his cock into the slick mess of his cunt still pulsing around his finger. But he thinks he will do neither of those things. He smears a sticky wet kiss against the inside of the archmage's hip. As he begins to follow suit back up his body, retracing his path down, he pushes a second finger into him and rocks them slowly.
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By the time Caleb is out from beneath the blanket, he'll be treated to a sight: Yussa, lips parted and eyes closed as he pants, dark skin flushed even exposed to the cooler air. He feels the blanket move and manages to open his eyes again, just as Caleb eases a second finger into him. Yussa groans quietly and drops his head back. His hips lift, encouraging the easy slide of his lover's fingers. Yussa can feel his cunt throb around them, making him very aware of the gentle stretch.
His fingers are weak as they stroke through Caleb's hair, pushing it back from his handsome, messy face as his mouth moves higher still.
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But--their hands. The way Yussa reached for him, the way they are still linked, because Caleb doesn't want to let go. It is unmistakably sentimental, affectionate. He still gets that flutter in his chest with Yussa--even worse now, honestly. Voluntarily, consciously, or otherwise, he's devoted himself to this man.
So as he leans over him, finally reaches his mouth, their linked hands come too. He guides them, intertwined, up over Yussa's head, pinning the older wizard's hand to the bed. He leans on that arm for support as he sweeps his tongue into his mouth, sharing the taste of his cunt. Red hair sticks to Caleb's face and neck with sweat--he's verging on overheated now and the cooler air feels good--until Yussa's slightly unsteady fingers continue to comb it away.
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He lays his head back, still trying to catch his breath. Caleb's body is warm over his, chasing any chill there might have been.
"Get overheated, did you?" he asks with a breathless smile.
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"Mm. It was unavoidable," he replies. The drag of his voice through his lower register thickens his accent, but he also sounds warmer, richer. It goes well with his crooked smile. "Worth it, though."
Instead of kissing him again, Caleb watches him. His fingers draw back further and press in faster with a little less precision, trying to provide some friction in addition to the stretch. "Is this too much?" Caleb wonders softly. "You still feel so tight, schatz."
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"No," he breathes. "No, this isn't too much."
He is dazed as he meets Caleb's gaze. The hand pinned to the bed squeezes the one holding it in place. Yussa slides his leg higher, trying to open himself more.
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He presses closer so the elf can use his thigh to hook his leg over, which opens him up perfectly to both Caleb's eyes and his hands. Just two fingers still, but he tilts his wrist just so and fucks them hard and quick into his lover's cunt, obscenely and arousingly wet.
His own skilled, dexterous fingers feel blunt and rough when applied to Yussa's soft, lithe form, but they are very good for this: filling him, rubbing with purpose against his walls, bending in a way his cock can't to find and exploit sensitive places.
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Yussa tries to focus as he meets Caleb's gaze, intent on managing at least that much.
It's strange to be in a lover's bed after so long. But this is so clearly Caleb's space, his home, and it gives Yussa an unexpected thrill to find himself here. He tries to steady his breathing - a nearly impossible task with the way Caleb keeps at him. His mouth falls open and he moans as his lover works him up to another orgasm.
"Caleb--"
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"I said," he murmurs, a warm, gravelly rasp, "that you would look good in my bed. But good does not cover it." Yussa squirming in his bed on the verge of orgasm is an image he'd rarely dared to picture before tonight, and it is far more sensual than anything he could have imagined. He'd never thought this would happen. It feels almost dreamlike.
Everywhere they connect reminds him that this is very real. He squeezes their joined hands, feels the quiver of tense muscle in his slim legs, buries his slick fingers in the perfect heat of his cunt as fast and deep as his wrist will allow. Feeling him growing tighter nearly pulls a moan out of Caleb too.
"I have wanted you here, and you look better than I could have dreamed," he tells him, earnest and longing and urgent, blue eyes burning. "Come for me Yussa, bitte, please let me see it."
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