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."
"I have wondered," he murmurs, but that is all he manages as Caleb adjust the angle of his wrist just so. Yussa cannot stop the winding tension as his lover pushes him to come again. His thighs and core muscles go taut as he hits his peak and his cunt tries to milk the fingers buried in him. Once again he grips the hand pinning his, clinging to Caleb as he shivers apart beneath him.
Yussa groans - almost whines - and manages to let go of Caleb's arm in favor of dropping his hand between his thighs, fingers trembling as they slide over his slick folds to the place where Caleb is buried in him. He attempts to at least slow the younger man's pace, if not coax him to stop.
The archmage sinks back against the bed, panting and weak as his body goes limp.
That half-voiced thought catches Caleb's interest, but not more than witnessing Yussa come apart on his fingers mere moments later. He's breathtaking. The intensity of what he's feeling plays out in his expression, the way his lithe body goes taut, the grip on his hand, and the way his cunt throbs. Though Caleb has brought him to orgasm so many times even he couldn't count them, it's as striking now as it was the first time, splayed over his chaise and looking up at him from between his legs. Having him here--this is something he'll keep for himself, a memory to revisit on other cold nights in this bed.
He isn't expecting oversensitivity to set in quite so quickly, so he's a little surprised when Yussa's trembling fingers slip down to clutch at his hand. Ever attentive, he stops completely right away. The other man sinks heavily into the bed and Caleb gives him a little time to catch his breath before he withdraws his fingers the rest of the way.
Not wanting to crowd him while he recovers, Caleb presses a single firm kiss gratefully to his temple and begins to release his hand, drawing back to sit on his heels.
Another soft sound escapes him as Caleb's fingers slip free, leaving him achingly empty. He just needs a moment: that was two close together, and Caleb's attention had been vigorous on that last round. His hand flexes as Caleb releases it, but Yussa makes no attempt to actually move it from where it rests.
He watches as Caleb sits back, admiring the young man. Soon enough, he lifts his other hand to crook his fingers at his lover.
"There is no need to stay over there," he murmurs, inviting Caleb close again. Yussa has no interest in giving up that contact.
When beckoned, Caleb returns to Yussa's side with a quiet smile. He lowers himself to the bed on his left, rolled onto his side to face him close enough that their legs brush. He looks just as good from his angle, Caleb notes, and he indulges himself with a light touch, a single finger racing from the sharp point of Yussa's collarbone down the center of his chest.
While he is still very much aroused, it feels less pressing and more comfortable with Yussa sated and relaxed. He'll get off tonight; there is no need to rush it.
"What have you wondered?" he asks, low and curious and fond.
"Hm?" It takes Yussa a moment to remember what Caleb is referencing. "Ah. I wondered what your home is like. And your bed."
Yussa shifts to rest his arm beneath his head. He looks at the young man beside him, admiring how he looks in the low light. While Caleb may not be particularly concerned about his state of arousal, Yussa is not content to leave well enough alone. He shifts more onto his side and his hand slips lower to curl around Caleb's hot, hard cock. He doesn't stroke, just rubs his thumb along the length.
"I imagined, of course. But it has been some time since I have been in Rexxentrum. And I cannot say I spent much time in the Tangles last I was here."
Caleb is still reconciling with the knowledge that Yussa had given significant thought to what his home and his bed would be like when a slender hand dips between them and grips his cock. He breathes in sharply, and his cock--largely ignored until now--gives a heavy throb.
"It is the, ah--the best part of the city, in my opinion," he says, understandably a little breathless and stilted. The movement may be minimal, but the way Yussa is touching him is tantalizing and distracting. "We will see more of it tomorrow."
His eyes flutter closed briefly, and when he reopens them, he focuses intently on Yussa's face. The curl of his lips, his golden eyes, the pale curls falling over his forehead.
"Is it anything like what you imagined?" he asks, softer.
"Yes," he admits with a fond smile. "Your workroom, in particular, was easy to picture."
His thumb swirls over the head over Caleb's cock before he strokes down the length again. Yussa likes watching his lover's face as he does this, teasing him more than is absolutely necessary.
"The living spaces. It is cozy. Comfortable. Welcoming, in its way." Yussa would say that Tidepeak can be a very welcoming places, and perhaps Caleb has seen more of that now that he and the Nein are not rushing through with little or no warning. Since spending more time together, he's been able to see more of it beyond the rooms where Yussa works and receives guests.
Caleb's expression doesn't disappoint. His brow knits up and his lips part in a breathy gasp. Yussa is teasing him, to be sure, but it is wonderful. His hand is soft and his touch deliberate enough to encourage his arousal without being nearly enough to get him off.
"I am glad to hear that," he says with some effort, holding onto the thread of the conversation despite the obvious distraction. That Yussa had been more or less correct in his estimation also strikes Caleb as quite sweet. "It is no Tidepeak, but I am content here."
He doesn't need a tower in the material plane; his own creation, available when needed, is more than enough.
In his flushed face, his lips curl gently, fond and bemused. "You have slept in worse places, I know."
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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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Yussa groans - almost whines - and manages to let go of Caleb's arm in favor of dropping his hand between his thighs, fingers trembling as they slide over his slick folds to the place where Caleb is buried in him. He attempts to at least slow the younger man's pace, if not coax him to stop.
The archmage sinks back against the bed, panting and weak as his body goes limp.
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He isn't expecting oversensitivity to set in quite so quickly, so he's a little surprised when Yussa's trembling fingers slip down to clutch at his hand. Ever attentive, he stops completely right away. The other man sinks heavily into the bed and Caleb gives him a little time to catch his breath before he withdraws his fingers the rest of the way.
Not wanting to crowd him while he recovers, Caleb presses a single firm kiss gratefully to his temple and begins to release his hand, drawing back to sit on his heels.
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He watches as Caleb sits back, admiring the young man. Soon enough, he lifts his other hand to crook his fingers at his lover.
"There is no need to stay over there," he murmurs, inviting Caleb close again. Yussa has no interest in giving up that contact.
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While he is still very much aroused, it feels less pressing and more comfortable with Yussa sated and relaxed. He'll get off tonight; there is no need to rush it.
"What have you wondered?" he asks, low and curious and fond.
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Yussa shifts to rest his arm beneath his head. He looks at the young man beside him, admiring how he looks in the low light. While Caleb may not be particularly concerned about his state of arousal, Yussa is not content to leave well enough alone. He shifts more onto his side and his hand slips lower to curl around Caleb's hot, hard cock. He doesn't stroke, just rubs his thumb along the length.
"I imagined, of course. But it has been some time since I have been in Rexxentrum. And I cannot say I spent much time in the Tangles last I was here."
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"It is the, ah--the best part of the city, in my opinion," he says, understandably a little breathless and stilted. The movement may be minimal, but the way Yussa is touching him is tantalizing and distracting. "We will see more of it tomorrow."
His eyes flutter closed briefly, and when he reopens them, he focuses intently on Yussa's face. The curl of his lips, his golden eyes, the pale curls falling over his forehead.
"Is it anything like what you imagined?" he asks, softer.
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His thumb swirls over the head over Caleb's cock before he strokes down the length again. Yussa likes watching his lover's face as he does this, teasing him more than is absolutely necessary.
"The living spaces. It is cozy. Comfortable. Welcoming, in its way." Yussa would say that Tidepeak can be a very welcoming places, and perhaps Caleb has seen more of that now that he and the Nein are not rushing through with little or no warning. Since spending more time together, he's been able to see more of it beyond the rooms where Yussa works and receives guests.
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"I am glad to hear that," he says with some effort, holding onto the thread of the conversation despite the obvious distraction. That Yussa had been more or less correct in his estimation also strikes Caleb as quite sweet. "It is no Tidepeak, but I am content here."
He doesn't need a tower in the material plane; his own creation, available when needed, is more than enough.
In his flushed face, his lips curl gently, fond and bemused. "You have slept in worse places, I know."
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