errenis | for blumenthal

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.

"Caleb--"

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."

"Of course it isn't Tidepeak," he murmurs. "If it was, it would not be yours."

This place suits Caleb. It feels like him, it feels like a place that Caleb would be. Yussa likes that far more than ostentation for the sake of it. A smirk appears and he leans to kiss his lover.

"Yes, I have."

And Caleb has seen at least one of those places. Well, he's seen more than one - Yussa has also tranced and slept inside the Halls of Halas. To be fair, he's been able to find relative comfort most of the time there. His thumb swirls over the head, spreading the precome beading there.

"And I am very, very comfortable here."

Brief as the kiss is, Caleb's eyes don't open again after. His brow furrows and he groans low and soft as Yussa toys with the head of his cock, sensitive enough that the circle of his thumb encourages more precome to well up after. Caleb reaches blindly for his lover's hip and squeezes when he finds it.

"Ja," he gasps, breathless but amused. "I can tell."

But he's deeply, genuinely glad of that. It dispels quite a lot of his apprehension regarding bringing Yussa into his home. Logically, he knew the other wizard would not be bothered by the modest way that he lives, but when he has spent so much time at Tidepeak, it just feels so much less impressive.

He will just have to show him his own tower--his other home, as it were. Tomorrow, maybe.

Yussa smiles as Caleb grips his hip. Hm.

Given how pliant his lover is at the moment, it isn't much of a fuss for Yussa to coax Caleb fully onto his back with a push on his side. His hand immediately returns to Caleb's handsome, flushed cock, which he takes a moment to admire in the lantern light. The blanket slides down more, Caleb will just have to survive. Yussa has no intention of disappearing beneath it.

Rather than climbing onto his lover's lap, however, Yussa sinks down lower, sliding beneath the blanket until it's at his shoulders, and his other hand is resting on Caleb's hip. The archmage doesn't even look up before he leans closer. Slowly and deliberately, Yussa runs his tongue up the length of Caleb's cock. It really is an oversight on his part that he hasn't done this yet. This seems like a perfect opportunity to remedy that.

It takes nothing at all to convince Caleb onto his back. His eyes do slide open then, anticipating Yussa settling into his lap and soon sinking onto his cock. But while his touch returns, Yussa does no such thing. He moves gracefully between his legs instead, edging down the bed until he's situated half beneath the warm blankets, one hand still on Caleb's cock and the other steady against his hip.

For all his brilliance, Caleb is baffled. He isn't even certain what is happening until Yussa leans in and suddenly his hot tongue is flat against the side of his cock, drawing a warm, wet line up the shaft, and a startled moan is forced from Caleb's throat. Caleb is transfixed. Caleb is shocked. Caleb is suddenly more turned on than he can remember being in recent memory.

Is Yussa Errenis really about to suck his cock?

"Yussa...?" He gasps the other man's name with obvious surprise already written plainly on his face. In all their time together Yussa has never expressed an interest in giving oral sex. Despite occasionally wondering, Caleb has been more than happy enough with what they do together, so he'd never asked. Has he been assuming incorrectly all this time?

A smile curves his lips and it's possible Caleb can feel it as Yussa presses a kiss to the firm shaft cradled in his hand. He looks amused as he peers up at his lover, and he lifts his head enough to sweep his tongue over the flushed head of Caleb's cock.

"Yes, sweet boy?" His voice is low and warm and carries his amusement, and Yussa Errenis does not bother to wait for a response. He parts his lips, taking the first inch or two as his hand slides down the rest of the length and up again. He fully intends to take his time, as this is the first time he's gone down on Caleb. What better place than in Caleb's own bed?

He lifts his head again, letting Caleb slip from his mouth just so that he can run his lips over the now-wet cock. Little teasing licks, the gentle scrape of teeth just to see how Caleb reacts and what he likes.

Caleb groans, low and helpless, as Yussa's tongue swipes flat against the head. The man is wearing a handsome smirk, his golden eyes bright with amusement at his expense, and he is kissing and licking at his cock like this isn't a revelation that is currently making Caleb question everything. And just to make sure he is completely wrecked, Yussa purrs yes, sweet boy? up at him, then takes him into his mouth.

Clutching at the bedsheets, Caleb cries out sharply, trying and failing to keep his hips flat against the bed. Yussa's mouth is hot and wet and divine, and the visual, his plush lips parted around his shaft, his hand gliding over what remains, is ridiculously hot.

Gods, he hasn't been sucked off since he was a teenager. Caleb likes everything. His chest heaves with his elevated breathing as he watches Yussa, wet lips smearing against his heated skin. Caleb's face is blazing red, easily as red as his cock, and attempting to stifle the gasps or soft moans or reverent Zemnian obscenities Yussa's attention causes is utterly impossible. His attempts at not squirming are much the same. He's a fucking mess.

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