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.
It really is remarkably easy, even for Caleb, to draw a boundary between the two of them sharing this moment and the rest of the world. It is a blessing to be able to think of nothing but the man in his arms, even for a time. There is true tenderness here, affection beyond what they might be willing or able to acknowledge outside the privacy of their time together. But Caleb feels it, and he doesn't want to let it go.
For now, Caleb's world is Yussa's weight on his body, the warmth of his skin everywhere they touch, the soft, trailing touch of his hand, the gentle care in his kiss. He is happy here. He is content and sated here. He feels wanted and cared for here. What could be better?
When the other man finds a comfortable place to rest against his shoulder, Caleb continues to hold him, though he does have to let go with one hand for just long enough to pull the blankets back up over them both. But that arm wraps around Yussa again after, and the hand holding his never moves at all. Caleb breathes in deeply and lets it out slowly, then does the same thing again, this time nuzzling into Yussa's attractively disheveled hair. The scent of him is both familiar and intoxicating.
"You are very good at that," he notes aloud at last. Though he is speaking quietly, his voice is still a low rumble from his chest. He is smiling faintly. "I should have asked."
Yussa feels as though he could doze here, warm and content against Caleb's chest. If he acknowledges his arousal, it will likely come back full force, but for now? This is lovely, especially when Caleb pulls the blanket back up around his shoulders.
He laughs quietly when Caleb finally speaks.
"I have had a lot of practice," he says lightly. "And I suppose I can imagine why you did not."
But now Caleb knows that not only is it on the table, but that Yussa genuinely enjoys giving as much as he does receiving. Well, almost as much. He cannot claim to be nearly so selfless with pleasure as Caleb Widogast has proven himself capable of being.
"Mm," Caleb hums in acknowledgement. He's sure Yussa can imagine any or all of the reasons he didn't, but they aren't so important now. He noses deeper into his hair to kiss the top of his head. "I hope you know what you have started tonight," he jokes.
Of course, they both know that Caleb still won't ask too often. It is far more in his nature to give than receive. But just knowing the option is there adds...something. A piece that was missing before, one which Caleb tread around without even knowing it. All along he's acted with the certainty that his focus was on pleasing Yussa, and his own pleasure was a fortunate side-effect. And truly, he enjoyed that, and still does. But his perspective has shifted a little.
"I used to be good at that too," he muses aloud. "Maybe I am still. I have no idea whether or not it is a skill one loses with time. Perhaps we could find out together."
He may not have seen them, but there is absolutely no way that Yussa does not have a selection of no doubt very handsome cocks stashed away somewhere in Tidepeak Tower. If Caleb could get his mouth on just one of them, he would be happy.
Yussa props himself up so that he can see Caleb's face as the younger man so casually suggests that he is curious to see if he's retained any of his skills. Not subtle, but endearing. He strokes Caleb's beard, forever enamored with it.
"I should hate to think we are neglecting any of your skills in our time together," he muses. His fingers brush down the bridge of the younger man's nose. "I'm certain we can attend those in particular."
He leans down to give a light, lingering kiss.
"And if I have fanned awake some embers, I will endeavor to manage the consequences," he quips.
Yussa pushes up to look at him, and Caleb feels vindicated. His lead might not have been subtle, but it does pay off. He knew Yussa would have both the equipment for and the interest in indulging that particular fantasy. He means to hide his knowing smile in Yussa's palm, as tilting his chin to meet the hand stroking his face, but Yussa kisses him before he can. That is much better anyway.
"I have every confidence in your ability to manage whatever might spark between us, Master Errenis," he quips back, carelessly and shamelessly flirtatious. He leans up for another kiss, and his arm slides down Yussa's back until his hand cups the curve of his ass, his fingers delving further between his legs.
There is no urgency, but he is curious about how affected Yussa may or may not be by going down on him. And curiosity, as is the case with most wizards, is one of his biggest flaws.
The shameless flirtation - when it happens - is part of the appeal of this arrangement. Yussa does like to see Caleb bold and a little careless. It makes him feel like he is still capable of the same, outside of his academic pursuits.
Yussa takes a deeper breath as Caleb's hand slides lower, clever fingers teasing further between his thighs. He will, most assuredly, find that Yussa is clearly aroused: wet and hot not only from Caleb's earlier efforts, but from his own indulgence in sucking cock for the first time in ages. It doesn't hurt that giving Caleb head had been a particularly satisfying experience.
A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth and the archmage shifts, ensuring that his thighs are comfortably spread with his knees fully settled on either side of Caleb's hips. An implicit invitation.
Yussa's smirk is as compelling as what Caleb finds between his thighs. Exploring him is easy with his legs spread, the way he laying on him giving Caleb the perfect angle to crook his fingers and slide them down along his slit, smooth and easy with how wet he is. His deep, slightly shaky inhale is audible. Yussa had clearly enjoyed himself nearly as much as Caleb did. Though it is too soon for Caleb to find arousal again physically, he has a deep appreciation for that knowledge.
His movements are unhurried still, but there is also no time wasted as Caleb wets his fingers and rubs the first two deftly against elf's clit in a firm rocking motion. His slick fingers slip and slide over the hot, swollen bud as he strokes it up and down, familiar with what Yussa likes. His lips press to the older wizard's temple in a brief kiss and linger there as he touches him. He can just barely hear the soft sound of wet skin on skin over his own breathing.
The ease of his expression is compromised as newly slick fingers rub against him knowingly. Dark lashes flutter and Yussa's breathing changes as Caleb remains intent in his attention. He keeps his forearm braced, but that still leaves his head very near Caleb, perfect for the man to kiss his temple.
He gives in to the urge to move his hips, chasing and encouraging the steady, unhurried stroking and apparently unconcerned about leaving a wet mess on Caleb's stomach. There is part of him that briefly debates climbing his lover's body to straddle head, but there is something alluring about being stroked off like this.
Yussa moves between the rub of Caleb's fingers and simply grinding against the young man's torso.
After leaving another kiss in the same place, Caleb eases back just enough to take in all of Yussa, from his expression to the roll of his hips. The way he moves, confidently seeking his pleasure, is beautiful to watch. When he isn't grinding against his stomach, smearing slick across his skin, Caleb's fingers are there to meet him. He applies rough, firm pressure when he rubs in tight circles, then eases off to a barely-there brush of fingertips that strokes all the way back up through his folds before returning.
He may not be hard, but he certainly is turned on. With Yussa getting off against him, his clit hot and stiff under his fingers, how could he avoid it?
Still holding onto the other man's hand, he gives it another gentle squeeze. It does hinder them both a bit--there are things Caleb could use another hand for--but he's loath to give it up. The way their fingers are laced lends a tenderness and intimacy to everything else.
At the very least, when Yussa's hips shift against him, he can spare a moment to cast. A familiar arcane word passes through his lips in a low murmur, and his hand lifts from between Yussa's legs for long enough to flick his fingers in a simple somatic. What good is being a wizard if you can't use magic to problem solve in the bedroom?
When Caleb's flesh and blood fingers return to his lover's clit, his arcane ones tease up through his folds, just barely pressing into his entrance with two. The utility of Mage Hand is, as ever, wide-ranging.
Yussa knows he can get off just like this, but he can feel the shift of Caleb's hand and he is very familiar with the whispered word. Even anticipating it, he still groans quietly when he feels the cool touch of the arcane fingers stroking against him, then pressing into him. They remain shallow, enough so that Yussa makes a small effort to rock back onto them to feel them slide deeper.
Someday, he will tell Caleb that, thus far, he's been the most willing to use magic in bed out of any lover Yussa's had. And Yussa thoroughly enjoys his bold approach to problem solving.
His fingers tighten where they are laced with Caleb's and his lips brush the younger man's ear.
"Clever," he murmurs. "Don't stop."
With ethereal fingers pushing into him, Yussa pursues his pleasure between the stroke of Caleb's fingers and those of his Mage Hand.
It's amazing what one word from Yussa can do for his self-esteem. Spoken softly against his ear, it shivers down his spine and settles warm in his belly. All he'd done is cast a rudimentary spell for what is to him an obvious solution, but when Yussa praises him for it, it feels like he's made the arcane discovery of the century.
Obligingly, the cool spectral fingers of his mage hand press deeper into Yussa's body, curling and then withdrawing and pressing in again to set a slow but firm pace. Caleb directs it with a thought, and continues to put his own fingers to use elsewhere. He has no intention of stopping.
His head turns to seek out Yussa's lips for a more direct kiss, but he moves according to the other man's rhythm. He's gotten very good at that. It helps that he loves every bit of it, stroking and caressing where he's most sensitive, feeling the way it effects him, chasing Yussa's pleasure along with him.
Yussa lifts his head to kiss Caleb full on the mouth. He muffles a moan into it as the spectral fingers fuck him just as he needs. His free hand pushes into Caleb's hair, clinging as that delicious feeling builds in him. He doesn't resist it, riding it until his orgasm breaks.
Another soft moan escapes him as he breaks from the kiss, head bowed as his entire body shivers. His cunt gets tight around the Mage Hand's fingers and breathes a heavier sigh as Caleb strokes him through it.
His pleasure is very different from Yussa's at the moment, but Caleb takes plenty of it as he brings his elven lover to an orgasm that shivers through him head to toe. Gods, he loves making Yussa come.
While he continues rubbing over him gently to work him through it, Caleb's fingers leave Yussa's clit as soon as it seems like that last peak has passed. Mage Hand's duration ends soon after, leaving the man empty. But Caleb doesn't give him long to focus on that.
"Good," he echoes, pleased, and kisses him again, full and soft. His hand winds up against the dip of the smaller man's spine just above his ass, which is good enough to hold him close.
The pleasant fullness leaves him, but Yussa finds himself very content to feel Caleb's hand resting on his back. He meets the kiss, eyes closed as they linger with the sort of tenderness he's grown very fond of.
When they part, he rests his head on Caleb's shoulder. It's very easy to relax against the young man like this. Sharing a bed again has grown on Yussa, and it's intermittent enough that it always feels a bit novel.
Eventually, Yussa shifts and slides off to one side. He stays tucked against Caleb, one leg draped over the other man's thigh. His head stays on the comfortable spot on Caleb's shoulder.
Caleb barely has to move when Yussa makes himself comfortable against his side. His arm slides a little higher, draped around the back of his shoulders instead, and he kisses the top of his head. He loves holding Yussa in any way, but like this might be a favorite.
After the first time saw Yussa's bedroom in Tidepeak and slept beside him there, something changed. There were a lot more overnights after that, most of them spent in that bed. Yussa wasn't much of a cuddler to start, but the record shows that he does like to have Caleb close, and he's gradually sought out more of it over time. Yussa permitted him into this very private part of his life that day, and the trust and intimacy and personal involvement in their relationship has evolved even further since. But Caleb hopes that Yussa can still experience here some of what he'd felt at being welcomed into his lover's personal space for the first time.
Tonight, Caleb's heart is full. He feels so lucky to be wanted enough by this man that he crossed the continent just to see him.
"Thank you," he murmurs against the short, pale waves of his hair. "For visiting. That is another thing I would never have asked for, assuming you would be uninterested. In both cases, I am glad to be wrong."
Sharing his most private spaces with Caleb had been a big step - albeit one that was initially taken while he wasn't thinking clearly. Yussa does not regret his decision, he's found comfort and pleasure in sharing his bed with Caleb Widogast. His invitation at that point had been implicit, but made during a subsequent stay.
Yussa doesn't question why Caleb has never invited him to Rexxentrum; he has long since learned that the younger man is very hesitant to ask anything for himself. At first he'd been mildly concerned about imposing, but seeing Caleb's pleasure in his arrival and his presence quickly made that fade.
He brushes his fingers affectionately over Caleb's chest.
"I know," he admits. "I could not wholly discern your hesitation in extending an invitation. But it soon became clear to me that you would not, even if you wanted to. Ask for the things you want, Caleb Widogast. You may never get them otherwise."
The archmage pushes himself up just enough to meet Caleb's gaze.
"And you are worthy of time and attention. Including mine."
Caleb's attention is all Yussa's. He is intrigued by even the smallest of his movements; the way his fingers rub across his chest, how his shoulders shift and his head tilts when he pushes up to look back at him. The look in the older wizard's eyes then makes Caleb feel...not chastised, exactly, but certainly like he's missed something crucial, and Yussa is belaboring the point to have to tell him what it is.
That he is worthy. That he can ask for things. What a novel concept.
"I--" He struggles, at first, to find the words he needs. How to communicate that he rarely feels worthy of anything, let alone what his life has become? That asking for more than what he has seems like too much? That sometimes the guilt prevents him from from pursuing the things he really wants? He thinks Yussa would understand where he is coming from, even if he wouldn't agree.
His arm tightens about the archmage's shoulders and Caleb bends his head toward him, touching his brow to Yussa's.
"I am grateful," he says first, with aching sincerity. "It is difficult to believe these things of myself. But it is equally difficult for me to say that you are wrong." His lips curl in a small, tight smile. "Barring an academic disagreement, of course." He has to brace himself against the anxiety connected to the very thing he is explaining. "I care for you a great deal. And I am afraid of doing something which could be seen as overstepping, including asking for more than is offered. I would not wish to lose you because I wanted too much."
Yussa waits as Caleb collect himself, as the young man searches for the words that he wants and needs. He offers a gentle caress as Caleb's brow touches his. He does not - and has never - doubted Caleb's sincerity. Not the sincerity of his quiet terror when they first met, nor the heartfelt confession now.
He understands more than he is willing to admit here and now. He waits for Caleb to finish before he presses a gentle kiss to his lover's mouth.
"We will always want too much," he murmurs. "We are wizards, we would not be capable of greatness if we did not want more than what we are offered."
Perhaps that is not the same energy one should or could apply to a personal relationship, but it remains true. He shifts closer.
"I am telling you now, and I hope you will remember: I am fond of you, and I do not abruptly change my mind. I am too old for rash decisions in this matter." In others, clearly, he is still very capable of rushing ahead while still thinking it through. "If you ask for something I cannot or will not give, I will neither drop you nor disappear. Not unless you badly violate the trust I have placed in you. And I do not think you are the kind of man who will do that."
Yussa's reassurance and understanding and tender, caring kindness truly means the world. Caleb begins to relax again after he's kissed. It's like Yussa knows exactly what to say to get through to him, which is perhaps not surprising. They are wizards, and ultimately only those who have dedicated their lives to the study of the arcane, who have proven their curiosity and drive to be exceptional, will really be able to relate.
I am fond of you. Yussa has told him this once before, and Caleb could never forget it. But to know that fondness extends even this far makes him feel less alone. It makes him feel wanted in a way he hadn't dared to hope for. And finally, his perspective begins to shift. He may not be a wealthy archmage with a beautiful magical tower and centuries of experience, but he is Yussa's equal in this, and Yussa cares about what he wants. Not only that, but he enjoys doing things that will make him happy. Maybe that wouldn't be such a big realization for anyone else, but it is for Caleb.
He draws the the elf in fully in a tight embrace, tucking his face against his neck and taking comfort in holding that smaller body against him.
"I would never betray your trust." He can say that for himself with certainty, words muffled against Yussa's skin. "I treasure it far too much." He wonders if he could say what is in his heart aloud, express it fully for once. Not because he would ever expect Yussa to reciprocate or even respond, but just because sharing it at all would be meaningful for him. But as he has so often in his life, Caleb keeps it to himself. "Danke. I will remember, Yussa."
"Then I have little to worry about," he murmurs as he strokes his fingers through Caleb's hair, cradling the other man against him. There is a subtle sense that there is more Caleb could or might wish to say, but, for now, Yussa does not try to draw it out of him. This has surely been earth-moving enough for the younger man, and Yussa is content to allow Caleb to get his bearings again. It is a place to start, the reassurance that the foundation is, in fact, well-laid and strong.
"Thank you," he adds, echoing Caleb's whispered gratitude. There are many things he is and ought be grateful for in this relationship, and if nothing else he will try to make a more apparent effort in keeping that clear. He hopes Caleb will remember this in other endeavors as well, but perhaps this need be one step at a time. That's all right. Not all learning happens quickly, not all changes immediately take.
Yussa draws his hand from the light tangle of Caleb's hair in favor of drawing the blanket up to his shoulders. While he has no doubt the house will not freeze overnight, he is still very content to trap as much body heat as possible.
They sleep that way, holding each other with the blankets pulled up, and it is more than enough to keep them warm all night. Caleb rests better than he has in a long time, warmed also by the knowledge of Yussa's fondness. It is a wonderful, peaceful feeling that carries into the morning as well, where there is no rush to be up and about, and Caleb can't help wanting to show his own affection. There is sex involved, of course, but this time they barely move at all. It unfolds slowly and intimately, and Caleb showers his lover with kisses across his face and neck and shoulders as he moves almost lazily inside him, their limbs intertwined and their bodies pressed close.
If he were a man with any regard for the gods, he'd pray for more mornings like this one.
After, they put on robes and wool socks and slippers to ward off the chill and go downstairs for breakfast, which Caleb prepares with more confidence than dinner last night. The cats are happy to see them, and Ida even eats a bit of cheese from Yussa's fingers when he offers it, which is an accomplishment with a cat as wary of new faces as she is.
When it comes to readying themselves for the day, washing comes first, but they return to the bedroom to dress. Caleb's outfit is practically a foregone conclusion; there isn't much variation in his closet, as Yussa had seen yesterday. But Yussa is another story, and Caleb is excited to have a hand in picking out his attire, knowing that anything he has on hand is going to be beautiful. But the Zemnian-style garments from yesterday were so uniquely charming on him.
"What do you have for me to choose from?" he asks eagerly, still in his house robe and standing by the bed as Yussa opens the arcane chest he'd produced.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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For now, Caleb's world is Yussa's weight on his body, the warmth of his skin everywhere they touch, the soft, trailing touch of his hand, the gentle care in his kiss. He is happy here. He is content and sated here. He feels wanted and cared for here. What could be better?
When the other man finds a comfortable place to rest against his shoulder, Caleb continues to hold him, though he does have to let go with one hand for just long enough to pull the blankets back up over them both. But that arm wraps around Yussa again after, and the hand holding his never moves at all. Caleb breathes in deeply and lets it out slowly, then does the same thing again, this time nuzzling into Yussa's attractively disheveled hair. The scent of him is both familiar and intoxicating.
"You are very good at that," he notes aloud at last. Though he is speaking quietly, his voice is still a low rumble from his chest. He is smiling faintly. "I should have asked."
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He laughs quietly when Caleb finally speaks.
"I have had a lot of practice," he says lightly. "And I suppose I can imagine why you did not."
But now Caleb knows that not only is it on the table, but that Yussa genuinely enjoys giving as much as he does receiving. Well, almost as much. He cannot claim to be nearly so selfless with pleasure as Caleb Widogast has proven himself capable of being.
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Of course, they both know that Caleb still won't ask too often. It is far more in his nature to give than receive. But just knowing the option is there adds...something. A piece that was missing before, one which Caleb tread around without even knowing it. All along he's acted with the certainty that his focus was on pleasing Yussa, and his own pleasure was a fortunate side-effect. And truly, he enjoyed that, and still does. But his perspective has shifted a little.
"I used to be good at that too," he muses aloud. "Maybe I am still. I have no idea whether or not it is a skill one loses with time. Perhaps we could find out together."
He may not have seen them, but there is absolutely no way that Yussa does not have a selection of no doubt very handsome cocks stashed away somewhere in Tidepeak Tower. If Caleb could get his mouth on just one of them, he would be happy.
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"I should hate to think we are neglecting any of your skills in our time together," he muses. His fingers brush down the bridge of the younger man's nose. "I'm certain we can attend those in particular."
He leans down to give a light, lingering kiss.
"And if I have fanned awake some embers, I will endeavor to manage the consequences," he quips.
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"I have every confidence in your ability to manage whatever might spark between us, Master Errenis," he quips back, carelessly and shamelessly flirtatious. He leans up for another kiss, and his arm slides down Yussa's back until his hand cups the curve of his ass, his fingers delving further between his legs.
There is no urgency, but he is curious about how affected Yussa may or may not be by going down on him. And curiosity, as is the case with most wizards, is one of his biggest flaws.
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Yussa takes a deeper breath as Caleb's hand slides lower, clever fingers teasing further between his thighs. He will, most assuredly, find that Yussa is clearly aroused: wet and hot not only from Caleb's earlier efforts, but from his own indulgence in sucking cock for the first time in ages. It doesn't hurt that giving Caleb head had been a particularly satisfying experience.
A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth and the archmage shifts, ensuring that his thighs are comfortably spread with his knees fully settled on either side of Caleb's hips. An implicit invitation.
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His movements are unhurried still, but there is also no time wasted as Caleb wets his fingers and rubs the first two deftly against elf's clit in a firm rocking motion. His slick fingers slip and slide over the hot, swollen bud as he strokes it up and down, familiar with what Yussa likes. His lips press to the older wizard's temple in a brief kiss and linger there as he touches him. He can just barely hear the soft sound of wet skin on skin over his own breathing.
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He gives in to the urge to move his hips, chasing and encouraging the steady, unhurried stroking and apparently unconcerned about leaving a wet mess on Caleb's stomach. There is part of him that briefly debates climbing his lover's body to straddle head, but there is something alluring about being stroked off like this.
Yussa moves between the rub of Caleb's fingers and simply grinding against the young man's torso.
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He may not be hard, but he certainly is turned on. With Yussa getting off against him, his clit hot and stiff under his fingers, how could he avoid it?
Still holding onto the other man's hand, he gives it another gentle squeeze. It does hinder them both a bit--there are things Caleb could use another hand for--but he's loath to give it up. The way their fingers are laced lends a tenderness and intimacy to everything else.
At the very least, when Yussa's hips shift against him, he can spare a moment to cast. A familiar arcane word passes through his lips in a low murmur, and his hand lifts from between Yussa's legs for long enough to flick his fingers in a simple somatic. What good is being a wizard if you can't use magic to problem solve in the bedroom?
When Caleb's flesh and blood fingers return to his lover's clit, his arcane ones tease up through his folds, just barely pressing into his entrance with two. The utility of Mage Hand is, as ever, wide-ranging.
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Someday, he will tell Caleb that, thus far, he's been the most willing to use magic in bed out of any lover Yussa's had. And Yussa thoroughly enjoys his bold approach to problem solving.
His fingers tighten where they are laced with Caleb's and his lips brush the younger man's ear.
"Clever," he murmurs. "Don't stop."
With ethereal fingers pushing into him, Yussa pursues his pleasure between the stroke of Caleb's fingers and those of his Mage Hand.
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Obligingly, the cool spectral fingers of his mage hand press deeper into Yussa's body, curling and then withdrawing and pressing in again to set a slow but firm pace. Caleb directs it with a thought, and continues to put his own fingers to use elsewhere. He has no intention of stopping.
His head turns to seek out Yussa's lips for a more direct kiss, but he moves according to the other man's rhythm. He's gotten very good at that. It helps that he loves every bit of it, stroking and caressing where he's most sensitive, feeling the way it effects him, chasing Yussa's pleasure along with him.
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Another soft moan escapes him as he breaks from the kiss, head bowed as his entire body shivers. His cunt gets tight around the Mage Hand's fingers and breathes a heavier sigh as Caleb strokes him through it.
"Good," he breathes. "Oh, good."
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While he continues rubbing over him gently to work him through it, Caleb's fingers leave Yussa's clit as soon as it seems like that last peak has passed. Mage Hand's duration ends soon after, leaving the man empty. But Caleb doesn't give him long to focus on that.
"Good," he echoes, pleased, and kisses him again, full and soft. His hand winds up against the dip of the smaller man's spine just above his ass, which is good enough to hold him close.
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When they part, he rests his head on Caleb's shoulder. It's very easy to relax against the young man like this. Sharing a bed again has grown on Yussa, and it's intermittent enough that it always feels a bit novel.
Eventually, Yussa shifts and slides off to one side. He stays tucked against Caleb, one leg draped over the other man's thigh. His head stays on the comfortable spot on Caleb's shoulder.
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After the first time saw Yussa's bedroom in Tidepeak and slept beside him there, something changed. There were a lot more overnights after that, most of them spent in that bed. Yussa wasn't much of a cuddler to start, but the record shows that he does like to have Caleb close, and he's gradually sought out more of it over time. Yussa permitted him into this very private part of his life that day, and the trust and intimacy and personal involvement in their relationship has evolved even further since. But Caleb hopes that Yussa can still experience here some of what he'd felt at being welcomed into his lover's personal space for the first time.
Tonight, Caleb's heart is full. He feels so lucky to be wanted enough by this man that he crossed the continent just to see him.
"Thank you," he murmurs against the short, pale waves of his hair. "For visiting. That is another thing I would never have asked for, assuming you would be uninterested. In both cases, I am glad to be wrong."
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Yussa doesn't question why Caleb has never invited him to Rexxentrum; he has long since learned that the younger man is very hesitant to ask anything for himself. At first he'd been mildly concerned about imposing, but seeing Caleb's pleasure in his arrival and his presence quickly made that fade.
He brushes his fingers affectionately over Caleb's chest.
"I know," he admits. "I could not wholly discern your hesitation in extending an invitation. But it soon became clear to me that you would not, even if you wanted to. Ask for the things you want, Caleb Widogast. You may never get them otherwise."
The archmage pushes himself up just enough to meet Caleb's gaze.
"And you are worthy of time and attention. Including mine."
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That he is worthy. That he can ask for things. What a novel concept.
"I--" He struggles, at first, to find the words he needs. How to communicate that he rarely feels worthy of anything, let alone what his life has become? That asking for more than what he has seems like too much? That sometimes the guilt prevents him from from pursuing the things he really wants? He thinks Yussa would understand where he is coming from, even if he wouldn't agree.
His arm tightens about the archmage's shoulders and Caleb bends his head toward him, touching his brow to Yussa's.
"I am grateful," he says first, with aching sincerity. "It is difficult to believe these things of myself. But it is equally difficult for me to say that you are wrong." His lips curl in a small, tight smile. "Barring an academic disagreement, of course." He has to brace himself against the anxiety connected to the very thing he is explaining. "I care for you a great deal. And I am afraid of doing something which could be seen as overstepping, including asking for more than is offered. I would not wish to lose you because I wanted too much."
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He understands more than he is willing to admit here and now. He waits for Caleb to finish before he presses a gentle kiss to his lover's mouth.
"We will always want too much," he murmurs. "We are wizards, we would not be capable of greatness if we did not want more than what we are offered."
Perhaps that is not the same energy one should or could apply to a personal relationship, but it remains true. He shifts closer.
"I am telling you now, and I hope you will remember: I am fond of you, and I do not abruptly change my mind. I am too old for rash decisions in this matter." In others, clearly, he is still very capable of rushing ahead while still thinking it through. "If you ask for something I cannot or will not give, I will neither drop you nor disappear. Not unless you badly violate the trust I have placed in you. And I do not think you are the kind of man who will do that."
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I am fond of you. Yussa has told him this once before, and Caleb could never forget it. But to know that fondness extends even this far makes him feel less alone. It makes him feel wanted in a way he hadn't dared to hope for. And finally, his perspective begins to shift. He may not be a wealthy archmage with a beautiful magical tower and centuries of experience, but he is Yussa's equal in this, and Yussa cares about what he wants. Not only that, but he enjoys doing things that will make him happy. Maybe that wouldn't be such a big realization for anyone else, but it is for Caleb.
He draws the the elf in fully in a tight embrace, tucking his face against his neck and taking comfort in holding that smaller body against him.
"I would never betray your trust." He can say that for himself with certainty, words muffled against Yussa's skin. "I treasure it far too much." He wonders if he could say what is in his heart aloud, express it fully for once. Not because he would ever expect Yussa to reciprocate or even respond, but just because sharing it at all would be meaningful for him. But as he has so often in his life, Caleb keeps it to himself. "Danke. I will remember, Yussa."
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"Thank you," he adds, echoing Caleb's whispered gratitude. There are many things he is and ought be grateful for in this relationship, and if nothing else he will try to make a more apparent effort in keeping that clear. He hopes Caleb will remember this in other endeavors as well, but perhaps this need be one step at a time. That's all right. Not all learning happens quickly, not all changes immediately take.
Yussa draws his hand from the light tangle of Caleb's hair in favor of drawing the blanket up to his shoulders. While he has no doubt the house will not freeze overnight, he is still very content to trap as much body heat as possible.
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If he were a man with any regard for the gods, he'd pray for more mornings like this one.
After, they put on robes and wool socks and slippers to ward off the chill and go downstairs for breakfast, which Caleb prepares with more confidence than dinner last night. The cats are happy to see them, and Ida even eats a bit of cheese from Yussa's fingers when he offers it, which is an accomplishment with a cat as wary of new faces as she is.
When it comes to readying themselves for the day, washing comes first, but they return to the bedroom to dress. Caleb's outfit is practically a foregone conclusion; there isn't much variation in his closet, as Yussa had seen yesterday. But Yussa is another story, and Caleb is excited to have a hand in picking out his attire, knowing that anything he has on hand is going to be beautiful. But the Zemnian-style garments from yesterday were so uniquely charming on him.
"What do you have for me to choose from?" he asks eagerly, still in his house robe and standing by the bed as Yussa opens the arcane chest he'd produced.
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