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"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.

It is wildly satisfying to feel Caleb's hips lift like that. If he's honest, Yussa wasn't quite expecting this sort of intensity in his lover's reaction, but he is thoroughly gratified by it. And he's learning all sorts of new Zemnian - he should have done this sooner.

He looks up the line of Caleb's body, noticing just how flushed he is now. Yussa strokes him, making sure not to neglect his cock one he removes his mouth.

"I will not make you decide now," he says lightly, as if he is not driving the man beneath him absolutely wild, "but I want you to consider where you'd like to finish. You have options."

That smirk returns, fully aware of the effect he's having.

Yussa lowers his head again, and with confident ease he guides Caleb's cock into his mouth and bobs down further, taking him deeper. He'll go at his own pace, no interest in pushing his limits just yet.

Yussa's voice is low and beautifully silken, and Caleb is utterly enraptured by him. His blue eyes have gone dark, lids half lowered as he watches him. Being asked to consider where he'd like to finish--options--

"Gods," he chokes out, cock throbbing in the archmage's hand as a few of those options enter his mind. It is a miracle he doesn't expire on the spot--or come embarrassingly soon, having barely thought about where he'd like to finish at all. He watches Yussa's gorgeous lips curl. His self-satisfaction and confidence are attractive as ever, and somehow even more so when Caleb knows how utterly outclassed he is in this way. Caleb can't resist him, and Yussa knows it.

He can also only think that he must have been wrong. Judging by his skill, the unruffled ease with which he lowers his mouth onto his cock, Yussa must enjoy this quite a bit. There is no question that he is enjoying himself now, driving Caleb out of his mind with the unique pleasure of this very unexpected act.

The younger wizard's hands wrench at the sheets as more of his length slides past his lover's soft lips. His mouth is perfect. He can feel the wet press of his tongue along the underside, the head nudging at his palate, the slick softness of his cheeks. A whimper rises from Caleb's throat as he uses every ounce of restraint he can muster to keep his hips relatively still, only halting little shudders upward rather than arching off the bed.

This really is delightful. Yussa does, in fact, enjoy this and it is really just a matter of oversight that he's not done it before now. Perhaps he'd been a little too content to let Caleb please him in any manner he likes. He can make up for it now.

Yussa sucks gently as Caleb trembles beneath him, his restraint palpable. His tongue presses against the underside of his lover's cock as he draws his head back. It isn't very difficult to build a rhythm, and he takes care of whatever length he can't fit in his mouth with his hand.

He likes the feel of this man in his mouth, the weight of his cock pressing against his tongue and the shape he's so familiar with already learned by the sensitive flesh of his lips and mouth. His cheeks hollow again and a soft, pleased sound escapes him to vibrate around Caleb's cock. He even enjoys feeling the heavy throb in his mouth, the evidence of the younger man's need.

It's good he enjoys it, because Caleb is rediscovering just how much he enjoys it. And Yussa is so good. When he sucks, Caleb's toes curl under the blankets. When he looks up at him, Caleb's breath catches. When his mouth slides down, takes more of him inside, pressed against his tongue as he make that sound--

"Yussa." He can't help but moan his name and reach for him, a pale hand curling around the warm brown of a slim shoulder. His cock pulses, and for a dizzying moment he thinks he's about to come, but it passes. Caleb breathes out slowly and lifts his other hand to scrub it distractedly through his own hair. "That felt too good, schatz," he mumbles.

It still feels too good, that gentle suction, the knowing stroke of Yussa's soft, graceful hand.

"I didn't know that you would want this," he admits, caught up in watching the other man's lips slide along the spit-slick length of his shaft, in feeling the pull of his mouth again and again. There is not much else for him to do but watch and enjoy, and maybe that is why he finds it so overwhelming. He can think of nothing else they've done in bed where the sole focus has been on pleasing him this way.

The sound of Caleb's voice and the pulse of precome on his tongue remind Yussa of his own building arousal. He debates whether he will make a decision for Caleb, but ultimately refrains. As much as he is enjoying himself, the point is to give Caleb the attention he so deserves. Yussa can stand to be patient for his lover's sake

He pulls back with a slow suck and takes a steadying breath as soon as his mouth is free. His hand sweeps up the slick length of Caleb's cock as golden eyes peer up at him.

"You never asked," he quips, as if he'd given Caleb any reason to even think asking would be welcome. He has not forgotten the perceived and real power dynamics at play. Then again, Caleb Widogast has fucked the Archmage of Tidepeak's ass and has had him every other way, so perhaps it's reasonable to be somewhat surprised it hasn't come up yet. Yussa would also believe that is due in part to Caleb's insatiable desire to please.

Yussa turns his head to lap at the flushed tip of Caleb's cock.

"But I trust now you will not forget that you may."

His hand moves a bit faster, following the aching pulse he can feel.

Yussa makes it sound so obvious--perhaps he should have asked? But there were reasons he didn't, not the least of which being that it felt like...overstepping, somehow, asking Yussa to do something for him. But he won't make that mistake again now that his assumptions have been corrected.

"I could not possibly forget." There's a breathless laugh beneath his words that becomes a reedy moan. The rhythm of Yussa's hand matches the burning need building in Caleb, every stroke or teasing lick at the tip of his cock a twist in his gut. Everything feels incredible, and his hips can't help following the motion shallowly, one hand still clutching at the other wizard's shoulder.

The signs are probably clear to Yussa, who knows his body very well, that he is going to be finishing very soon. Considering the circumstances, he thinks he's lasted admirably. Still, Caleb speaks up to shakily warn, "I am, ah--nearly there." He almost asks Yussa how he should finish, but he'd been asked to think of that for himself. Thinking of it again now makes him throb in Yussa's grip, and draws him that much closer. He doesn't so much make a conscious choice as tentatively request what it feels like his body needs right now.

"May I...in your mouth? Please?"

The mere idea of spending over Yussa's lips and tongue makes him feel like he could combust.

Yussa does manage to read the signs of his lover's impending release, and even if he hadn't, that sweet, strained request would certainly make his position clear. His lips curve into a smile.

"Yes," he murmurs, sparing one last look at Caleb before he adjusts his position. Yussa braces his arm against Caleb's hip as his lover grips his shoulder. The other guides the young man's cock back into his mouth, and he sinks down effortlessly - a reward for Caleb's devoted restraint. His fingers brush affectionately over Caleb's stomach as Yussa focuses on bringing the other man off. It's a heady think to make someone come like this, an experience he's delighted to revisit.

He makes sure to pay closer attention now and he cannot help a soft moan when he feels the throb of Caleb's cock in his mouth. Yussa's hand offers steady attention, keeping only the first couple inches of Caleb's cock in his mouth to ensure he won't choke should his lover give a little thrust or should Yussa be startled by the sudden release.

Yussa is a vision like this, and Caleb is glad he'll have his own excellent memory to rely on later. Because lightheaded and close to orgasm, watching Yussa smile up at him from between his legs and slide several inches of his cock between his lips, it almost feels dreamlike. But the sensation of his mouth is powerful and immediate, and Caleb feels himself throb heavily against the warm, wet tongue caressing him. He shudders when Yussa moans in response.

There is something fond and sweet about the way Yussa's fingers trail over the flat of his stomach while his other hand works over the portion of Caleb's cock he isn't gently sucking. Impulsively, Caleb decides to catch the hand on his stomach and weave their fingers together, much as Yussa had earlier. He squeezes, hopefully not too hard, as the tension in him builds to a breaking point.

That first wave of pleasure as he peaks is intense enough to roll through his body physically, lifting his hips an inch or two from the bed as his back arches, thighs tensing. It's all he can do to breathe, gasping loudly as he spills into the older man's perfect mouth, his cock pulsing again and again as his orgasm runs its course--a wonderful ache that remains even after he's spent.

There's a pleasant little flutter in his chest when Caleb's hand finds his, fingers lacing tightly as the younger man rides out his pleasure. Yussa breathes a little sigh just before Caleb's hips rock up toward his mouth. Feeling the tension roll through Caleb's body is as satisfying as tasting his release. Yussa keeps his head down, though he backs off enough to ensure that he won't choke; he stays where he is, hand still moving until he's entirely certain that Caleb is spent.

He pulls back slowly and lifts his free hand to delicately wipe off his bottom lip with his thumb. Then he climbs Caleb's body, moving their joined hands higher as he presses into a kiss. His tongue sweeps into the his lover's mouth, intent on sharing what taste remains on his tongue.

Such a tiny gesture has no right being so hot, especially after he's just had one of the most satisfying orgasms in recent memory, but Caleb knows he'll be thinking about Yussa wiping his lower lip well after tonight. Very quickly though, the elf's lips are on his, and Caleb opens up to the press of his tongue with a pleased sigh. An arm slides around Yussa's waist as they kiss, drawing him closer and keeping him there.

The taste of himself is nothing new to Caleb, and he eagerly licks it from his lover's tongue, gratified to have put it there. But it is different in one notable way. Typically his own taste is mingled with Yussa's, inseparable as he laps the evidence of his pleasure dripping out of his cunt after they fuck. He knows that combination much better.

Both of their lips are wet, with saliva or otherwise, when they part. Caleb touches their brows together, noses brushing. His arm tightens around Yussa's waist. His fingers grasp the ones linked with his tighter. His mind needs a moment to catch up with all the wonderful things happening with his body before he can hope to find words.

Yussa sinks down as Caleb's arms wrap around him. His other hand slides through Caleb's hair in tender affection before they part again, and the archmage cannot stop the small, private smile that appears as their brows rest together. It is very easy to feel far younger than he is in moments like this, wrapped up with a lover outside of time.

He does not rush speaking, instead indulging in the skinship of resting against the warm body beneath him. His fingers slide form Caleb's hair and down along his jaw, tipping the other man's chin to meet him in another tender kiss.

When they part again, he doesn't pull away so much as just shift his position. He settles lower, resting his head against the other man's shoulder. He does not let go of Caleb's hand where they still cling to each other, content to stay that way until his lover deems it necessary to let go.

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