Yussa sits on the edge of the bed, content to watch as Caleb carefully looks through his things. It's a terribly intimate act, he realizes, to allow someone such access to his wardrobe. Or simply to watch someone else touching his clothes like this with the intent of dressing him. Someone he's intimate with.
His expression is soft when Caleb glances up at him and a smile appears as the other man chooses a skirt, testing to see its movement.
"Some," he answers vaguely. "The concentration of talent here has long been cultivated."
The Solstryce Academy is renowned for a reason, after all, and there are the Halls of Erudition in Zadash. Suffice to say, Yussa had - and has - plenty of reasons to visit the Empire. And just as many not to.
"I hope my things aren't too out-of-date."
As if he didn't have anything made new or things updated for this trip specifically.
While Caleb is always curious about Yussa's history, and ventures to ask questions like this one from time to time when the opportunity arises, he never presses for more of an answer than he gives. Even if the answer he gives is vague the way this one is. Still, there is plenty that he can infer. One of Yussa's former pupils is a current member of the Assembly and Headmaster at the Halls of Erudition. That says enough.
With his mind made up, Caleb passes the black and gold skirt up to Yussa, where he can lay it out on the bed while Caleb makes the rest of his picks.
"Not at all. Styles do not change very quickly here. Culturally, the Empire has always favored tradition over the influence of new ideas." From the way his smile flickers into a grimace as he turns back to the chest, it's clear he isn't referring only to fashion trends. Loving a country with so many fatal flaws is to have these moments of bitter reflection frequently. But of course, it is not the country itself Caleb loves--it never has been. It is the people.
But his good mood isn't dampened. Looking through even a small curated sample of Yussa's wardrobe is enchanting, even more so because they are items he knows. At the same time, Caleb is aware of the trust placed in him to allow this at all. Getting dressed is not so simple for everyone as it is for him. The opportunity to choose what Yussa wears even for a day is a privilege that he would guess has been granted to very few.
The intimacy of this privilege is at its most plain when his fingers brush over a selection of smallclothes and several binders. Of the latter, Caleb is certain that he has helped Yussa to remove all of them at one point or another. Of the former, there are mostly items he doesn't recognize specifically, even with his memory. The elegance and quality Yussa prefers in everything he wears is evident in his undergarments as well. There is a delicacy to some of them that Caleb finds beautiful even objectively, let alone imagining how they would look on Yussa's body. There is smooth silk and intricate lace and meticulous beading, and even the comparatively plainer pieces have alluring cuts or feel decadently soft to his rough fingers.
"Am I being given free reign to choose from these as well?" he asks with a rakish little smile and another glance up, knowing that Yussa can clearly see what he is currently sifting lightly through, even if he lifts nothing out of the trunk.
Yussa lays the skirt on the bed next to him. He does not miss the somewhat pained bitterness as Caleb reflects on the nature of the Empire and he offers a sympathetic look. Rather than keeping the conversation on that track, however, he lets Caleb's mind return to more present and pressing matters.
He doesn't bother to hide a smile when he realizes exactly what Caleb is looking through now.
"Oh, yes. From head to toe, Master Widogast. Whatever you choose, I will wear. I did not bring anything that would give me pause."
In fact, he'd chosen many pieces specifically with Caleb in mind. Why not give the younger man a bit of a thrill? Yussa is curious to see what he will choose, besides. Especially given the selection of smallclothes and stays.
Caleb is feeling rather thrilled. Yussa confirms that he is allowed to pick anything he likes, and he feels his face heating just a touch--not out of embarrassment, but excitement. It almost feels like too much power. He nods to show his understanding, and rubs his thumb back over the set of stays in his hands. After tucking them carefully back into place, he continues to give each option more serious consideration now that he knows for certain he has Yussa's full blessing.
He's drawn naturally to the matching sets--a pair of bloomers and a soft camisole, both pale and delicate and edged in lace, a pale green sheer top and smalls in a beautiful high cut embroidered with green leaves, stays with pretty ribbons, a strapless corsetted breastband the color of Yussa's skin with subtle embroidery and matching smalls that would leave most of his torso tantalizingly bare.
Picking what Yussa will wear beneath his clothing is proving even more difficult than selecting the outfit itself.
"If I see you in any of this, Master Errenis, I worry about leaving the house in a timely manner," he says, flirting, but also entirely serious. Yussa has brought some truly beautiful things with him, and Caleb is flattered beyond words to get to tell him which to put on.
"The need for punctuality is yours," he says lightly. He likes it when Caleb flirts with him. "My day is far more open."
He has every intention of spending as much of it as he can with Caleb, as much as he is invited to, but he does not have work to do or classes to teach. And perhaps that is why it is very tempting to him to make this difficult for his lover.
Yussa eases closer and leans over to look into the trunk from where he sits.
"Given the cut and layers of Zemnian styles, I would be comfortable forgoing stays should you wish to see me without them," he says mildly. He knows that Caleb likes his breasts, and he doesn't know if that helps the younger man toward any decisions. Yussa is also aware that Caleb likes the look of his stays.
"Would it help to see them on before you decide?" Perhaps that won't help at all, but he offers none the less. "Or shall I let you give me a few options and choose from among those?"
As if it is utterly benevolent on his part to help Caleb out of any decision paralysis while he is spoiled for choice.
There is nothing about Yussa in or out of any of these garments that Caleb wouldn't like, and therein lies the problem. Yussa looks gorgeous in stays, and he would look gorgeous without them. But admittedly, Caleb does really like his breasts, and if Yussa says that he is comfortable without the stays for today, he can't pass up the opportunity to see him in something new.
But what?
Yussa clearly knows that his suggestions aren't actually likely to lead to Caleb making a decision. But gods, Caleb loves that subtle provocation. He sits back on his heels and thinks why not. If he's being offered the opportunity to see the other man in all of the available options, he'd be a fool not to take it.
"If you are not in a rush, then I have no reason to be either," he concludes, far more casually than he feels. "My plans for today were to take you around the city. What we do is entirely dependent upon you, my friend." Kneeling where he is, it takes only a brush of fingers to move Yussa's robe aside enough to press a kiss to the inside of his knee. "Since we have time, I think it would help if I could see you in a few of them."
"In that case, all thr more reason to be sure of my outfit."
He does want to let Caleb guide him around Rexxentrum, but there is no harm in a leisurely morning. Warmth pools low as Caleb brushed aside his robe to kiss his knee, reminding Yussa how little he is currently wearing.
Affecting a prim look, Yussa slides off the bed and deftly unties the belt of his robe. A shrug sends the silk sliding down his arms and a practiced flick of his wrist has it landing on the bed. For all his complaining about the cold, he does not seem at all bothered to be bare now, though the slip of silk and sudden exposure to the air causes goosebumps. Even as they fade, dark nipples stay firm.
Yussa considers some of the things Caleb's attention lingered on and he chooses the northern-style camisole and bloomers first. The white fabric is lovely against his skin. The elf tugs here and there to make sure everything sits as it should before giving Caleb a coy and curious look.
"What do you think? Or should I wait for you to give opinions after seeing them all?"
Caleb is quiet as Yussa slips out of his robe, though he watches with rapt attention, taking in the familiar lines of his body like he's never seen them before, from the curve of his ass to his taut nipples. He is very close when he picks the first set of undergarments out of the trunk, and it is all Caleb can do not to just pull him into his lap before this has even started. Somehow, he resists.
He's glad he does, because Yussa is a vision in the little bloomers and camisole in a way that Caleb hadn't anticipated. The bloomers only emphasize how plush his ass is, and while the camisole doesn't emphasize his breasts, it doesn't deemphasize them either. He can see where his dark nipples stand out beneath the thin white fabric, and when pulled taut and tied, the string circling the garment beneath his breasts more clearly delineates them without being overt. Everything about the ruffled softness of this set, the skin that it tantalizingly covers, seems to invite Caleb to explore. He wants to kiss all the way up his thighs and keep kissing between his legs. He wants to cup his breasts in his hands and rub his nipples through the soft cotton and lace.
What does he think? Gods, it is mostly his dick doing the thinking at this point.
"It is the most fitting choice, style-wise," he says aloud, not bothering to disguise the way his gaze lingers, heavy and hungry. What would be the point of this if he didn't reward Yussa for putting on a show by being obviously horny? But he's right; to go beneath the traditional Zemnian clothing Yussa will wear today, these make the most sense. "And you look..." Gods, what is the word to describe how he looks? He's never seen Yussa wear anything so...sweet. "Delicious," he decides on. Quite plainly: "I want to eat you out in this."
Yussa cannot recall a time in his life that anyone might have thought of him as sweet, but delicious? Especially coming from Caleb, he thinks he likes that very much.
Elegant fingers linger on the ties of the camisole as his lover drinks him in, looks at him like he has no intention of making it out of this room. It's a heady feeling to have that attention and, ultimately, that power, in such an intimate setting. He is used to commanding those things while fully dressed and in rooms full of people, when necessary.
The plain, direct way Caleb states his desire gives Yussa a rush of arousal. Hm.
"Find me more things to wear, Master Widogast," he says lightly. "And perhaps I will let you before we set out for the day."
There's a matter of a shirt yet, perhaps a vest or more decorative stays, and high stockings to keep his legs warm. There are no less than half a dozen pairs of the latter, many of them wool and most of them embroidered or knit with patterns.
Perhaps I will let you, he says, like he would be doing a favor for Caleb by allowing it. It is amusing, but true. Caleb would be grateful.
"Okay," the human wizard agrees easily, though what he lifts from the trunk and offers to Yussa are more undergarments--the green set, this time. "But I would like to see you in more of these as I do."
There is nothing quite like seeing Yussa wear the things he asks him to as he picks out more things for him to wear. He's quite taken by all of the stockings, and he selects the softest pair because he can't stop touching them, black and grey wool knit with an intricate pattern up the outside that looks almost like lace. They're tall enough to reach above Yussa's knees, which he'll likely appreciate.
"These as well," he says, and reaches to place them on the bed beside the skirt.
Yussa accepts the set embroidered with leaves and sets them aside so that he can remove the bloomers and camisole. The green garments fit much closer, doing nothing to hide the lines of his body. The soft muslin fabric is sheer or nearly so: it's very easy to see the color of his skin beneath it once he has it on. Though the camisole is not a binder, it's tailored closely enough that it presses against his breasts.
He slips into the smalls as well, slow for the sake of show. The act of doing this is tantalizing, knowing that he is dressing for someone else, to please them as well as himself.
The stockings are perfect and he picks them up when he's ready. Yussa sits against the edge of the bed to put them on.
Caleb can't help becoming distracted as Yussa changes again. No matter how often he's seen his body, it never becomes less exciting. With a man as gorgeous as Yussa, of course it wouldn't. And Yussa is showing off for him, making the act of dressing deeply sensual. Caleb licks his lips, taking in the way the smalls hug the elf's hips as he turns to grab the stockings.
There is plenty to appreciate from the front also. The pale green is lovely against Yussa's warm brown skin, and the contrast of the embroidery with the rest of the near sheer fabric draws the eye to what the embroidery doesn't obscure. There is a lot to like about the way this set highlights the lines of Yussa's body.
Caleb sucks in a sharp breath as he watches him pull the stockings he'd chosen up his legs. Right. He is meant to be picking out the rest of his outfit too.
"That color is striking on you," he observes as he pulls a shirt from the chest, looking it over before folding it and tucking it back in. "That...all of it is striking on you," he admits, though Yussa can likely tell by his wandering eyes. "But it seems so delicate. Would it stand up to being worn all day?"
"Do you think I would wear anything that wasn't?" he asks with an amused look at Caleb. He can see the flush of arousal in his lover's face.
Yussa sits up and lazily stretches his arms above his head, allowing Caleb to see the way the much more fitted, longer-lined camisole moves on and with him.
"Yes, the fabric is more durable than it looks. It's a muslin made in Gwardan, known for how sheer it is." He relaxes again, resting his palms on the bed as Caleb tries to find a shirt that will suit him. "Is there anything else you would like to see me in before you decide?"
Caleb smiles, fond and amused himself. "Nein. But the compliment stands."
As he watches Yussa stretch, taking in how the camisole looks on him when he moves, Caleb acknowledges that his compliment isn't the only thing standing. He sits up straighter and tugs on his robe to adjust the way it lays over his lap. While he's aware that Yussa certainly wouldn't mind seeing that he's growing hard, strangely he isn't certain that he's ready to acknowledge it. He's enjoying this process a lot, and he doesn't want to interrupt it just yet.
There is so much to be absorbed, even the little things, like the fabric being sourced from Yussa's home city. Caleb thinks idly that he would like to go there one day. "Ah, ja, there is one more," he admits, feeling his face color a deeper shade.
Yussa assured him he was comfortable with everything he brought, yet Caleb still feels a bit embarrassed presenting him with the tiny corsetted bandeau and matching smalls. It's just that where the first two options had been charming and elegant, and incidentally sexy when they happened to be on Yussa's body, this one is...just plain sexy. He feels like a bit of a pervert, but Yussa had told him that he is allowed to ask for things. Here he is.
Yussa tips his head, amused as Caleb blushes deeper and hands over the bandeau and smalls. He takes them, hands lingering as he pulls himself to his feet. It's charming to see Caleb looking shy about this.
He carefully removes the muslin set and offers them back to Caleb: there may be a faint damp spot on the smalls. There is some satisfaction in knowing that, for the most part, his own arousal is easier to hide - but there is no hiding that evidence if Caleb notices. He slips into the new smalls first, absently adjusting them before he puts on the bandeau. It's one he's worn around the tower, or with certain articles of clothing that warrant something without shoulder straps. Yussa is methodical as he does up the laces and tightens them.
As he finishes, he peers at Caleb and lifts his brows. The bandeau is a little tighter than he might normally wear it. It has the effect of flattening his chest, but given the design and the way he has it laced, at the moment it also pushes his breasts up slightly.
Observant as he is, Caleb certainly notices. He feels a spike in his pulse as his fingers brush over the clear evidence that Yussa is as into this as he is. He'd assumed as much, but Yussa is very good at playing at being unaffected. Caleb finds that attractive, but it is even more so when he is reminded that it is only that; playing.
Rather than putting away the green set, he folds each item carefully and leaves them at the end of the bed, just as he had with the first camisole and bloomers. Even if he doesn't have Yussa wear them today--and isn't that a thought--then perhaps later. He isn't quite ready to decide yet.
While he thinks he's decided on a shirt for today, he's quickly derailed by watching the archmage as he confidently laces up the bandeau and tightens it. The dual effect of flattening his chest while also giving him rather distinct cleavage is sort of fascinating to someone like Caleb, whose only experience with breasts in general is getting to touch them in bed (or elsewhere) when permitted. But he looks somehow even sexier than Caleb had expected. He hadn't imagined the cleavage. He's never seen Yussa with cleavage.
"Ah," he manages. Yussa's raised brows prompt him to at least attempt real words. "That--ja, that looks really good." He tugs on his robe again, but there is really no hiding the shape of his cock beneath it at this point. This pair is more or less the same shade as Yussa's skin, but the fabric is silky. Perhaps this would be his choice if he were dressing Yussa in a shirt with a lower neckline today. The way his breasts look--
He can't help it. He has to ask. "May I touch?" he wonders at last.
Yussa is not in the habit of showing his body or showing it off. He looks good in his clothes, always, but that is dressing for another reason. The way Caleb looks at him now makes him feel young again, and it makes him feel desirable.
His gaze very pointedly flicks down to note Caleb's difficult to hide erection before his attention lifts back to the younger man's face. The question does not startle him, but he also isn't expecting it. A beatific smile appears and Yussa crooks his fingers to invite Caleb closer.
"You may," he says, keeping his own voice even to hide any trace of excitement. Gods, he was not anticipating this endeavor would play out like this, but he is hardly disappointed.
Caleb is certain his heart skips when Yussa smiles at him that way. He is so fucking gone for this man, it's ridiculous. He pauses a moment for a steadying breath--in, out--before he uses the bed to push himself back up to his feet. With permission, he moves closer.
Yussa's magnetism is undeniable. His hands find the dip of his waist and his lips find his neck like they're drawn there. Caleb has to bend to kiss eagerly down his throat, but it is entirely worth it, especially as his hands slide down to cup his ass, pulling Yussa's body against his as his fingers trace the cut of his smalls. His skin is nearly as smooth and soft as the silk itself. Though his robe prevents direct contact, Caleb's erection is trapped between them, nudging between Yussa's stomach and his hip.
"Gods," he groans. He is mouthing at the elf's sharp collarbone like a man starved and eyeing the swell of his breasts like his next meal. "You are so fucking hot. Sometimes I think it is unfair."
Yussa's eyes nearly close as Caleb pulls him closer, mouth immediately on his neck. Surely Caleb can feel how quick his pulse is, despite his outward calm. He grips the other man's arms and he arches closer as calloused hands slide lower. His cunt throbs with the rush of arousal and he can feel Caleb's cock trapped between them.
He tips his head back, giving Caleb more room as his mouth teases over his collar. Elegant hands slip beneath the part in Caleb's robe to feel his chest. Yussa had no intention of letting things get this far, but--fuck it.
"Caleb, bed."
If the younger man wants him to put on something else for this, now is the time to ask or he'll just have to enjoy what Yussa is currently wearing. For however long it actually stays on.
Fuck it indeed. Caleb hums warmly in response to the short command, giving Yussa's ass a rough squeeze before he releases it, followed by a playful swat. Remembering his feat from last night, he attempts a much shorter repeat performance as his hands hook beneath Yussa's thighs and lift. He's able to secure the elf's legs around his waist and carry him the few steps to the bed like that.
Knowing that if his strength fails and one or both of them drops it will only be to the mattress, Caleb allows himself the distraction of seizing Yussa's mouth in a searing kiss. He looks gorgeous in what he is wearing now, and Caleb can't imagine letting him go for long enough to let him change again.
With a grunt of effort, he presses Yussa's back to the headboard and crowds against him, kneeling between his thighs, which makes holding him up as they kiss much easier.
Petite as he is, Yussa still has relatively little experience with being carried, and so when Caleb manages it a second time in as many days, the archmage is taken by surprise. He gets his arms around Caleb's shoulders as the other man kisses him, and a quiet moan escapes him before they part again.
He feels the headboard against his back with Caleb's larger body keeping him there. Once he's sure the other man has his balance, Yussa rocks against him, thighs spreading more to try and get Caleb as close as he can.
"If I had known this would get such a rise out of you, I might have done it sooner," he says, quietly breathless. Now his arousal betrays him with a blush spreading across his cheeks.
Just as he had last night, Caleb feels oddly elated by the seemingly simple ability to lift Yussa up and hold him this way. Though he knows it is only possible for him due to Yussa's stature, that makes it no less exciting. As the archmage's thighs spread Caleb fills the space between them, satisfied only when the curve of his ass meets his lap.
"There are few things that do not get a rise out of me when it comes to you." Caleb's voice is a low rumble, and he plucks another kiss from Yussa's lips as he grinds against him, still with the robe between. "You knew what you were bringing with you. You wanted to show me these things, ja?"
It is so much easier to let his mouth graze over his chest like this. He doesn't have to bend nearly so far to scatter hungry kisses over the soft swell of Yussa's breasts where his top pushes them up.
Yussa grins and reaches back to hold the headboard as Caleb grinds against him. His other hand laces through Caleb's hair as his warm mouth trails kisses over his chest. He can feel his lover's cock pressed against him and he knows there is answering wetness between his thighs.
"Of course I did," he breathes, fingers tightening as Caleb moves his hips just so. There is fabric between them, but that does not keep him from feeling how hard or hot Caleb's cock is for him. "Whether or not I would get the chance was... less known."
He brought the things he did because he likes them and because he thought Caleb would too - clearly right on that end. That he would get to show off in such a way for the younger man had not crossed his mind, neither had this particular outcome. Perhaps it was inevitable. Yussa is not disappointed.
Caleb's hips rock up and back and up again, grinding his cock against the crux of Yussa's thighs through his robe and the thin fabric of the elf's smalls. Gods, he really is too sexy. It is everything from the languid way he moves to his grin to the fingers gripping Caleb's hair. Finding himself unexpectedly compromised by how badly he wants him isn't new. They are quite good at falling into bed together without prior plans to do so, which Caleb can't regret in the least.
"But you must have known last night when you offered to let me dress you," he murmurs, kissing his way back up from the other man's breasts. "That I would see everything, and want to see them on you."
He manages to slip one hand away just long enough to pull free the knot in the sash keeping his robe closed. The front doesn't fall open all at once, but gradually as Caleb moves. Fabric slides from one shoulder and parts around his waist, and finally Caleb's bare cock slides against the warm, soft skin of Yussa's inner thighs. With a low moan he squeezes the curve of his ass and pulls him further into his lap, dragging his length along his slit through the damp material of his smalls.
"I had a suspicion," he confirms, quietly breathless as Caleb moves. Yussa's grip tightens as his lover drags him closer, adjusting their position until he can feel the hard, hot line of Caleb's cock rubbing more directly against him, all at once more satisfying and more of a tease. Yussa lets go of the younger man's hair and his hand drops between them.
It takes a bit of effort, but Yussa manages to guide Caleb's cock beneath the damp fabric of his smalls without actually taking them off and without encouraging his lover to penetrate. Yussa adjusts the fabric, pulling it aside more until Caleb's cock is nicely cradled between his cunt and his smalls, held there by the fabric.
He lets his fingers brush over the flushed head and he peers at his lover's face again with a small smirk.
"Since you are so fond of them, perhaps there is no need to take them off."
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His expression is soft when Caleb glances up at him and a smile appears as the other man chooses a skirt, testing to see its movement.
"Some," he answers vaguely. "The concentration of talent here has long been cultivated."
The Solstryce Academy is renowned for a reason, after all, and there are the Halls of Erudition in Zadash. Suffice to say, Yussa had - and has - plenty of reasons to visit the Empire. And just as many not to.
"I hope my things aren't too out-of-date."
As if he didn't have anything made new or things updated for this trip specifically.
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With his mind made up, Caleb passes the black and gold skirt up to Yussa, where he can lay it out on the bed while Caleb makes the rest of his picks.
"Not at all. Styles do not change very quickly here. Culturally, the Empire has always favored tradition over the influence of new ideas." From the way his smile flickers into a grimace as he turns back to the chest, it's clear he isn't referring only to fashion trends. Loving a country with so many fatal flaws is to have these moments of bitter reflection frequently. But of course, it is not the country itself Caleb loves--it never has been. It is the people.
But his good mood isn't dampened. Looking through even a small curated sample of Yussa's wardrobe is enchanting, even more so because they are items he knows. At the same time, Caleb is aware of the trust placed in him to allow this at all. Getting dressed is not so simple for everyone as it is for him. The opportunity to choose what Yussa wears even for a day is a privilege that he would guess has been granted to very few.
The intimacy of this privilege is at its most plain when his fingers brush over a selection of smallclothes and several binders. Of the latter, Caleb is certain that he has helped Yussa to remove all of them at one point or another. Of the former, there are mostly items he doesn't recognize specifically, even with his memory. The elegance and quality Yussa prefers in everything he wears is evident in his undergarments as well. There is a delicacy to some of them that Caleb finds beautiful even objectively, let alone imagining how they would look on Yussa's body. There is smooth silk and intricate lace and meticulous beading, and even the comparatively plainer pieces have alluring cuts or feel decadently soft to his rough fingers.
"Am I being given free reign to choose from these as well?" he asks with a rakish little smile and another glance up, knowing that Yussa can clearly see what he is currently sifting lightly through, even if he lifts nothing out of the trunk.
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He doesn't bother to hide a smile when he realizes exactly what Caleb is looking through now.
"Oh, yes. From head to toe, Master Widogast. Whatever you choose, I will wear. I did not bring anything that would give me pause."
In fact, he'd chosen many pieces specifically with Caleb in mind. Why not give the younger man a bit of a thrill? Yussa is curious to see what he will choose, besides. Especially given the selection of smallclothes and stays.
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He's drawn naturally to the matching sets--a pair of bloomers and a soft camisole, both pale and delicate and edged in lace, a pale green sheer top and smalls in a beautiful high cut embroidered with green leaves, stays with pretty ribbons, a strapless corsetted breastband the color of Yussa's skin with subtle embroidery and matching smalls that would leave most of his torso tantalizingly bare.
Picking what Yussa will wear beneath his clothing is proving even more difficult than selecting the outfit itself.
"If I see you in any of this, Master Errenis, I worry about leaving the house in a timely manner," he says, flirting, but also entirely serious. Yussa has brought some truly beautiful things with him, and Caleb is flattered beyond words to get to tell him which to put on.
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He has every intention of spending as much of it as he can with Caleb, as much as he is invited to, but he does not have work to do or classes to teach. And perhaps that is why it is very tempting to him to make this difficult for his lover.
Yussa eases closer and leans over to look into the trunk from where he sits.
"Given the cut and layers of Zemnian styles, I would be comfortable forgoing stays should you wish to see me without them," he says mildly. He knows that Caleb likes his breasts, and he doesn't know if that helps the younger man toward any decisions. Yussa is also aware that Caleb likes the look of his stays.
"Would it help to see them on before you decide?" Perhaps that won't help at all, but he offers none the less. "Or shall I let you give me a few options and choose from among those?"
As if it is utterly benevolent on his part to help Caleb out of any decision paralysis while he is spoiled for choice.
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But what?
Yussa clearly knows that his suggestions aren't actually likely to lead to Caleb making a decision. But gods, Caleb loves that subtle provocation. He sits back on his heels and thinks why not. If he's being offered the opportunity to see the other man in all of the available options, he'd be a fool not to take it.
"If you are not in a rush, then I have no reason to be either," he concludes, far more casually than he feels. "My plans for today were to take you around the city. What we do is entirely dependent upon you, my friend." Kneeling where he is, it takes only a brush of fingers to move Yussa's robe aside enough to press a kiss to the inside of his knee. "Since we have time, I think it would help if I could see you in a few of them."
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He does want to let Caleb guide him around Rexxentrum, but there is no harm in a leisurely morning. Warmth pools low as Caleb brushed aside his robe to kiss his knee, reminding Yussa how little he is currently wearing.
Affecting a prim look, Yussa slides off the bed and deftly unties the belt of his robe. A shrug sends the silk sliding down his arms and a practiced flick of his wrist has it landing on the bed. For all his complaining about the cold, he does not seem at all bothered to be bare now, though the slip of silk and sudden exposure to the air causes goosebumps. Even as they fade, dark nipples stay firm.
Yussa considers some of the things Caleb's attention lingered on and he chooses the northern-style camisole and bloomers first. The white fabric is lovely against his skin. The elf tugs here and there to make sure everything sits as it should before giving Caleb a coy and curious look.
"What do you think? Or should I wait for you to give opinions after seeing them all?"
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He's glad he does, because Yussa is a vision in the little bloomers and camisole in a way that Caleb hadn't anticipated. The bloomers only emphasize how plush his ass is, and while the camisole doesn't emphasize his breasts, it doesn't deemphasize them either. He can see where his dark nipples stand out beneath the thin white fabric, and when pulled taut and tied, the string circling the garment beneath his breasts more clearly delineates them without being overt. Everything about the ruffled softness of this set, the skin that it tantalizingly covers, seems to invite Caleb to explore. He wants to kiss all the way up his thighs and keep kissing between his legs. He wants to cup his breasts in his hands and rub his nipples through the soft cotton and lace.
What does he think? Gods, it is mostly his dick doing the thinking at this point.
"It is the most fitting choice, style-wise," he says aloud, not bothering to disguise the way his gaze lingers, heavy and hungry. What would be the point of this if he didn't reward Yussa for putting on a show by being obviously horny? But he's right; to go beneath the traditional Zemnian clothing Yussa will wear today, these make the most sense. "And you look..." Gods, what is the word to describe how he looks? He's never seen Yussa wear anything so...sweet. "Delicious," he decides on. Quite plainly: "I want to eat you out in this."
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Elegant fingers linger on the ties of the camisole as his lover drinks him in, looks at him like he has no intention of making it out of this room. It's a heady feeling to have that attention and, ultimately, that power, in such an intimate setting. He is used to commanding those things while fully dressed and in rooms full of people, when necessary.
The plain, direct way Caleb states his desire gives Yussa a rush of arousal. Hm.
"Find me more things to wear, Master Widogast," he says lightly. "And perhaps I will let you before we set out for the day."
There's a matter of a shirt yet, perhaps a vest or more decorative stays, and high stockings to keep his legs warm. There are no less than half a dozen pairs of the latter, many of them wool and most of them embroidered or knit with patterns.
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"Okay," the human wizard agrees easily, though what he lifts from the trunk and offers to Yussa are more undergarments--the green set, this time. "But I would like to see you in more of these as I do."
There is nothing quite like seeing Yussa wear the things he asks him to as he picks out more things for him to wear. He's quite taken by all of the stockings, and he selects the softest pair because he can't stop touching them, black and grey wool knit with an intricate pattern up the outside that looks almost like lace. They're tall enough to reach above Yussa's knees, which he'll likely appreciate.
"These as well," he says, and reaches to place them on the bed beside the skirt.
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Yussa accepts the set embroidered with leaves and sets them aside so that he can remove the bloomers and camisole. The green garments fit much closer, doing nothing to hide the lines of his body. The soft muslin fabric is sheer or nearly so: it's very easy to see the color of his skin beneath it once he has it on. Though the camisole is not a binder, it's tailored closely enough that it presses against his breasts.
He slips into the smalls as well, slow for the sake of show. The act of doing this is tantalizing, knowing that he is dressing for someone else, to please them as well as himself.
The stockings are perfect and he picks them up when he's ready. Yussa sits against the edge of the bed to put them on.
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There is plenty to appreciate from the front also. The pale green is lovely against Yussa's warm brown skin, and the contrast of the embroidery with the rest of the near sheer fabric draws the eye to what the embroidery doesn't obscure. There is a lot to like about the way this set highlights the lines of Yussa's body.
Caleb sucks in a sharp breath as he watches him pull the stockings he'd chosen up his legs. Right. He is meant to be picking out the rest of his outfit too.
"That color is striking on you," he observes as he pulls a shirt from the chest, looking it over before folding it and tucking it back in. "That...all of it is striking on you," he admits, though Yussa can likely tell by his wandering eyes. "But it seems so delicate. Would it stand up to being worn all day?"
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Yussa sits up and lazily stretches his arms above his head, allowing Caleb to see the way the much more fitted, longer-lined camisole moves on and with him.
"Yes, the fabric is more durable than it looks. It's a muslin made in Gwardan, known for how sheer it is." He relaxes again, resting his palms on the bed as Caleb tries to find a shirt that will suit him. "Is there anything else you would like to see me in before you decide?"
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As he watches Yussa stretch, taking in how the camisole looks on him when he moves, Caleb acknowledges that his compliment isn't the only thing standing. He sits up straighter and tugs on his robe to adjust the way it lays over his lap. While he's aware that Yussa certainly wouldn't mind seeing that he's growing hard, strangely he isn't certain that he's ready to acknowledge it. He's enjoying this process a lot, and he doesn't want to interrupt it just yet.
There is so much to be absorbed, even the little things, like the fabric being sourced from Yussa's home city. Caleb thinks idly that he would like to go there one day. "Ah, ja, there is one more," he admits, feeling his face color a deeper shade.
Yussa assured him he was comfortable with everything he brought, yet Caleb still feels a bit embarrassed presenting him with the tiny corsetted bandeau and matching smalls. It's just that where the first two options had been charming and elegant, and incidentally sexy when they happened to be on Yussa's body, this one is...just plain sexy. He feels like a bit of a pervert, but Yussa had told him that he is allowed to ask for things. Here he is.
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He carefully removes the muslin set and offers them back to Caleb: there may be a faint damp spot on the smalls. There is some satisfaction in knowing that, for the most part, his own arousal is easier to hide - but there is no hiding that evidence if Caleb notices. He slips into the new smalls first, absently adjusting them before he puts on the bandeau. It's one he's worn around the tower, or with certain articles of clothing that warrant something without shoulder straps. Yussa is methodical as he does up the laces and tightens them.
As he finishes, he peers at Caleb and lifts his brows. The bandeau is a little tighter than he might normally wear it. It has the effect of flattening his chest, but given the design and the way he has it laced, at the moment it also pushes his breasts up slightly.
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Rather than putting away the green set, he folds each item carefully and leaves them at the end of the bed, just as he had with the first camisole and bloomers. Even if he doesn't have Yussa wear them today--and isn't that a thought--then perhaps later. He isn't quite ready to decide yet.
While he thinks he's decided on a shirt for today, he's quickly derailed by watching the archmage as he confidently laces up the bandeau and tightens it. The dual effect of flattening his chest while also giving him rather distinct cleavage is sort of fascinating to someone like Caleb, whose only experience with breasts in general is getting to touch them in bed (or elsewhere) when permitted. But he looks somehow even sexier than Caleb had expected. He hadn't imagined the cleavage. He's never seen Yussa with cleavage.
"Ah," he manages. Yussa's raised brows prompt him to at least attempt real words. "That--ja, that looks really good." He tugs on his robe again, but there is really no hiding the shape of his cock beneath it at this point. This pair is more or less the same shade as Yussa's skin, but the fabric is silky. Perhaps this would be his choice if he were dressing Yussa in a shirt with a lower neckline today. The way his breasts look--
He can't help it. He has to ask. "May I touch?" he wonders at last.
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His gaze very pointedly flicks down to note Caleb's difficult to hide erection before his attention lifts back to the younger man's face. The question does not startle him, but he also isn't expecting it. A beatific smile appears and Yussa crooks his fingers to invite Caleb closer.
"You may," he says, keeping his own voice even to hide any trace of excitement. Gods, he was not anticipating this endeavor would play out like this, but he is hardly disappointed.
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Yussa's magnetism is undeniable. His hands find the dip of his waist and his lips find his neck like they're drawn there. Caleb has to bend to kiss eagerly down his throat, but it is entirely worth it, especially as his hands slide down to cup his ass, pulling Yussa's body against his as his fingers trace the cut of his smalls. His skin is nearly as smooth and soft as the silk itself. Though his robe prevents direct contact, Caleb's erection is trapped between them, nudging between Yussa's stomach and his hip.
"Gods," he groans. He is mouthing at the elf's sharp collarbone like a man starved and eyeing the swell of his breasts like his next meal. "You are so fucking hot. Sometimes I think it is unfair."
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He tips his head back, giving Caleb more room as his mouth teases over his collar. Elegant hands slip beneath the part in Caleb's robe to feel his chest. Yussa had no intention of letting things get this far, but--fuck it.
"Caleb, bed."
If the younger man wants him to put on something else for this, now is the time to ask or he'll just have to enjoy what Yussa is currently wearing. For however long it actually stays on.
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Knowing that if his strength fails and one or both of them drops it will only be to the mattress, Caleb allows himself the distraction of seizing Yussa's mouth in a searing kiss. He looks gorgeous in what he is wearing now, and Caleb can't imagine letting him go for long enough to let him change again.
With a grunt of effort, he presses Yussa's back to the headboard and crowds against him, kneeling between his thighs, which makes holding him up as they kiss much easier.
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He feels the headboard against his back with Caleb's larger body keeping him there. Once he's sure the other man has his balance, Yussa rocks against him, thighs spreading more to try and get Caleb as close as he can.
"If I had known this would get such a rise out of you, I might have done it sooner," he says, quietly breathless. Now his arousal betrays him with a blush spreading across his cheeks.
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"There are few things that do not get a rise out of me when it comes to you." Caleb's voice is a low rumble, and he plucks another kiss from Yussa's lips as he grinds against him, still with the robe between. "You knew what you were bringing with you. You wanted to show me these things, ja?"
It is so much easier to let his mouth graze over his chest like this. He doesn't have to bend nearly so far to scatter hungry kisses over the soft swell of Yussa's breasts where his top pushes them up.
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"Of course I did," he breathes, fingers tightening as Caleb moves his hips just so. There is fabric between them, but that does not keep him from feeling how hard or hot Caleb's cock is for him. "Whether or not I would get the chance was... less known."
He brought the things he did because he likes them and because he thought Caleb would too - clearly right on that end. That he would get to show off in such a way for the younger man had not crossed his mind, neither had this particular outcome. Perhaps it was inevitable. Yussa is not disappointed.
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"But you must have known last night when you offered to let me dress you," he murmurs, kissing his way back up from the other man's breasts. "That I would see everything, and want to see them on you."
He manages to slip one hand away just long enough to pull free the knot in the sash keeping his robe closed. The front doesn't fall open all at once, but gradually as Caleb moves. Fabric slides from one shoulder and parts around his waist, and finally Caleb's bare cock slides against the warm, soft skin of Yussa's inner thighs. With a low moan he squeezes the curve of his ass and pulls him further into his lap, dragging his length along his slit through the damp material of his smalls.
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It takes a bit of effort, but Yussa manages to guide Caleb's cock beneath the damp fabric of his smalls without actually taking them off and without encouraging his lover to penetrate. Yussa adjusts the fabric, pulling it aside more until Caleb's cock is nicely cradled between his cunt and his smalls, held there by the fabric.
He lets his fingers brush over the flushed head and he peers at his lover's face again with a small smirk.
"Since you are so fond of them, perhaps there is no need to take them off."
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