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."
Caleb observes this process with fascination and arousal, so wound up already that his cock twitches beneath Yussa's guiding touch. Heady anticipation twists in his stomach, and he watches wide-eyed and flushed as the other man arranges him the way he likes. His cunt is soft and slippery and hot, and his erection slides between his folds, made easy by his smalls holding his cock right where it needs to be. He thrusts experimentally, sucking in a sharp breath as Yussa's fingertips tease across the head.
"Ja, I...do not think that will be necessary," he agrees breathlessly, meeting Yussa's molten gold gaze and knowing smirk for only a moment before he's drawn back between their legs.
The drag of warm, slick skin on one side and damp silky fabric on the other feels like nothing Caleb's ever experienced before, but it's good. Watching his cock rock back and forth beneath the barrier of his lover's smalls is mesmerizing, especially when he catches glimpses of his cunt beneath, of his folds flushed and parted. He would guess that it must feel as good for Yussa as it does for him, because he can feel the length of his cock rubbing over his swollen clit constantly.
Yussa leans back against the headboard, in part to ensure Caleb has an unobstructed view as his cock slides between his cunt and the soft, wet fabric of his smalls. His eyes nearly close when Caleb moves just right and he cannot help a moan.
He forces his attention between them again, enraptured with the debauched look of it. He's throbbing with his arousal and feeling the rub of his lover's cock against him, grinding over his clit and against the sensitive skin of his folds pushes him higher. A flush spreads across Yussa's chest, matching the color in his cheeks.
Yussa licks his fingers before he touches Caleb's cock again, rubbing over just the head each time Caleb thrusts forward hard enough to reach his hand. It's still a thrill to know fully the effect he has on his younger lover, and he realizes it may be just as heady for Caleb to know his impact on the archmage he beds.
Caleb has to force himself to look away from the appealing lewd image of his cock fucking between Yussa's cunt and his smalls so that he can take in the rest of the older wizard as well. The deep flush spreading through his warm brown skin is gorgeous, and the focus in his gaze as he looks down between them is electric. His clearly evident arousal makes Caleb throb with dizzying, potent desire in turn--it is heady indeed to know that Yussa wants him this way, this badly. Every moan is an ember low in his gut.
His breath catches at first again and again, but as soon as Yussa's wet fingertips begin playing over the head of his cock he moans, quiet but often in the way Caleb usually can't help expressing his pleasure.
"Yussa," he groans, rutting against him with smooth but urgent thrusts that grind through the throbbing wet warmth of his cunt and push all the way to the teasing brush of his fingers, the glide of soaked silk a constant guiding pressure. It's utterly debauched, and so fucking hot he can't not watch, except when he glances up again and finds that Yussa has also chosen that moment to look at him.
His pulse skips and his lips part, blue eyes dark and hazy. He is silent, but that single look is so bare and open that it conveys his need, his admiration and longing better than words could.
Meeting Caleb's gaze sends a jolt straight to his core. Yussa breathes in sharply and a moan escapes on the exhale. His head bumps back against the sturdy headboard behind him; given how tight the bandeau is, it's hard to miss the rise and fall of his chest as he pants for air. His lover's rapt attention is exactly what he wants, but to be at the center of it can be intense.
"Don't stop," he manages, voice heavy as tension builds in him. He flicks his gaze up to meet Caleb's again, golden eyes dark and intent. "Harder," he encourages.
The pressure, the constant stroking over his most sensitive places is driving him toward his peak. Yussa wants to see if his younger lover can get him there without any intervention from him. And he likes seeing a more unrestrained approach when he can provoke it.
How could he possibly do anything else? A powerful thrill courses through him every time their eyes meet, and Caleb has to obey those low commands. Yussa's voice is like velvet, but his certainty is like steel. As ever, Caleb wants very badly to please him.
His tongue wets his lips and he clutches Yussa tighter against him, fingers digging into the plush curve of his ass. His gaze sweeps down from the searing heat in the older man's eyes to his chest, straining with each breath against the tight bandeau, along the lovely expanse of his bare stomach to his spread thighs and his smalls stretched obscenely by his cock.
Caleb doesn't stop, and with Yussa held tight in his lap, he lets his hips roll faster, with a barely coordinated jerk that pushes him to meet his waiting fingers. Everything between them is slick with Yussa's arousal, and the wet sound of his coated cock rubbing through his sensitive folds makes him throb and push against him harder. He grinds deliberately against his clit, digging his knees into the bed for stability and angling his thrusts to put more pressure there.
His body curls inadvertently toward him, back bowing and shoulders hunching. Their brows touch for a time as Caleb loses himself to sensation, gasping and panting watching down Yussa's body as he fucks against him rather than into him.
It's perfect. Caleb's hands cover his hips, strong and dexterous fingers gripping tight - Yussa wonders if there will be any marks left behind. The younger man fucks him - against him - exactly as Yussa wants him to and it doesn't take long before his thighs are trembling with tension. Caleb's cock is flushed red from the friction and slick with the evidence of Yussa's arousal and his own precome as they work against each other. Yussa's tender skin is just as wet and just as flushed from the unyielding pace and the blunt slide of Caleb's cock against his swollen clit. Yussa nearly whimpers.
For the sake of effect, he manages to mutter a few breathless curses in Zemnian, and at least one phrase that--he probably learned from Caleb, given how filthy it is in its encouragement. His accent is foreign, but the words are clear between them as Caleb hunches closer and their brows bump together.
A soft cry escapes when he finally comes. Yussa's hand abandons Caleb's cock in favor of grabbing his shoulder, clinging to him as his core goes tight, forcing him to curl more towards Caleb as the pleasure hits him.
Yussa continues to surprise him with his knowledge of Zemnian. Caleb's eyes flicker up when he curses, and a delighted smile breaks over his lips as Yussa urges him on with some particularly explicit inspiration, words Caleb recognizes from his own lexicon of muttered filthy phrases. Gods, this man. Caleb can't help offering a response praising both his vocabulary and his dirty mouth. His voice is warm and thick speaking his own tongue, the words rumbling up from his chest and murmured low between them.
Only a few more slick, persistent thrusts later, Yussa is reaching for him and holding tight as his muscles tighten and his body curls with the force of his orgasm. Caleb makes an answering sound, an encouraging hum, before he covers the other wizard's lips in a hard kiss, all impulsive passion. The roll of his hips continues to give Yussa the blunt pressure he needs to prolong his climax, but slows considerably to a tighter, more concentrated grind.
An attentive lover like Caleb knows when direct friction where he's most sensitive will become uncomfortable for Yussa, and he withdraws enough before then that he is rubbing only the hot, flushed head of his cock through his folds, avoiding his clit entirely. The kiss breaks and an arm curls around Yussa's waist, holding him secure between Caleb's lap and headboard as Caleb gets a hand free to stroke the aching length of his cock, red and wet in his fist. The head is cradled tight between Yussa's smalls and his cunt, smearing precome into his entrance as it glides easily up and down his slit. Though he could, Caleb makes no move to enter him, instead jerking himself roughly, panting.
He comes quickly like that, with a shudder up his spine and a quiet moan. The wet spot in Yussa's already soaked smalls spreads a little more with every throb of his cock, coating both Yussa's cunt and the silk with his spend. Caleb continues to rub through his folds as he spills, spreading the sticky mess he's making between the older man's thighs and stroking himself to completion.
Yussa's body trembles as he meets the kiss, welcoming the bruising pressure of Caleb's mouth against his. When they part, he leans back against the headboard and he tries to catch his breath as Caleb slows and draws back. He doesn't remove himself entirely, however, and he looks down to see Caleb rubbing just the sensitive head of his cock against him, teasing over his entrance as he does. He isn't expecting Caleb to hold back and his hand tightens again on his lover's shoulder as the younger man strokes himself urgently to a finish.
This allows him to see the sudden release as come spills against his cunt and spreads between his folds. He is an utter mess, but it is deeply satisfying. Yussa's thumb rubs over Caleb's shoulder and he leans up to kiss the other man again.
Yussa kisses him just as his orgasm begins to ebb, and Caleb presses eagerly, hungrily into it. That warm, sated buzz is beginning to spread through him like a sip of glühwein on a cold day, but when he thinks of what a state he's left Yussa in, there is real fire in his belly still.
And how thrilling that he is so pleased by it. Elated by that easy praise, Caleb gasps and kisses him again.
Easing his slowly softening cock from beneath the warm, clinging fabric of his smalls, Caleb is able to gather Yussa's slight body even closer against him as they kiss. He has to pull away to catch his breath, but he nuzzles into the pale waves of Yussa's hair, lips brushing his forehead. It always feels so good just to be close, after.
Yussa is pliant as Caleb gathers him close. He drapes his arms around his lover's shoulders and relaxes against him, quietly catching his breath as he basks in that warm, sated feeling. It is a dangerous place to be, as it makes him think of dozing. He supposes there is no need to rush from the house, but he would like to see Rexxentrum with Caleb as his guide. It has been a long time since he had any cause to be here.
But, for right now, he is quite content where he is. After both of their hearts have slowed, a little smirk flickers to life on Yussa's mouth.
"Hm. Well I don't think I can wear these today," he says with barely restrained amusement.
Caleb gives a soft, breathless bark of a laugh, grinning. Their sense of humor is remarkably similar, and Caleb wonders how many people in Exandria, if asked to describe Yussa Errenis, would include funny.
"Ja, I think I may have liked them too much."
His hands slide slowly up his lover's sides until he cradles his hips between them, thumbs hooking into the waist of Yussa's smalls. His voice is low and amused and suggestive.
Yussa relaxes back, keeping his gaze on Caleb's face as the younger man slips his thumbs beneath his smalls. He lifts his hips just enough to be permission.
"You might as well," he says mildly. "You were suggesting another pair for the day, anyway. You'll have to let me put clothes on over those, Master Widogast."
His tone is so lightly chiding, as if his cunt isn't still damp and flushed from his arousal and the friction of their urgent rutting.
This tone is a personal favorite, and Caleb can't stop grinning. His thumbs trace the sharp line of Yussa's hips bones.
"I'll have to, will I?" He's just waiting to be told off for insolence at this point, but he relishes it. "I do want to see you in that skirt, so I suppose that is acceptable."
He makes the act of sliding off Yussa's utterly ruined smalls deliberately, teasingly slow. The soaked and sticky fabric clings to his damp folds, and Caleb watches it finally peel away with a hunger even he is a little surprised by, a heated intensity to his gaze and a spike of arousal despite his spent state. But how could he not feel something at seeing Yussa's cunt coated in his release when his smalls come down? He drags the material down over the other wizard's ass and partway down his thighs, but it's impossible to get any further without lifting Yussa's legs up.
Yussa lowers his hips after Caleb's pulled his smalls down far enough that it's prudent - and necessary - to do so. But he is enraptured by the look his lover gives him, the heat in his expression as he pulls the soaked fabric down his thighs. With his weight back on his rear, Caleb is free to remove them entirely if he's so inclined.
"Acceptable? Tsk," he says with a click of his tongue. "Mind yourself, lest I find cause to remind you of the virtues of patience and delayed gratification."
Rich words considering his position and his culpability in this, but that isn't the point.
Caleb is so inclined. He guides the silken material along Yussa's elegant legs and finally off. They dangle from his fingers for only a moment before he drops them unceremoniously over the side of the bed. He is now more interested in getting a hand between Yussa's legs again and dragging his calloused fingertips lightly over his sensitive, flushed folds, only smearing the evidence of his own pleasure further.
"It sounds as though you are trying to threaten me, Master Errenis. But you know well that you are describing a very enjoyable evening for us both." Caleb's voice is warm with affection as much as it is dripping with playful suggestion.
He just loves the way Yussa scolds him when he is being cheeky. He strives to be worthy of that little click of his tongue.
"But I did misspeak, I apologize. I am very much looking forward to seeing you dressed today, schatz."
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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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"Ja, I...do not think that will be necessary," he agrees breathlessly, meeting Yussa's molten gold gaze and knowing smirk for only a moment before he's drawn back between their legs.
The drag of warm, slick skin on one side and damp silky fabric on the other feels like nothing Caleb's ever experienced before, but it's good. Watching his cock rock back and forth beneath the barrier of his lover's smalls is mesmerizing, especially when he catches glimpses of his cunt beneath, of his folds flushed and parted. He would guess that it must feel as good for Yussa as it does for him, because he can feel the length of his cock rubbing over his swollen clit constantly.
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He forces his attention between them again, enraptured with the debauched look of it. He's throbbing with his arousal and feeling the rub of his lover's cock against him, grinding over his clit and against the sensitive skin of his folds pushes him higher. A flush spreads across Yussa's chest, matching the color in his cheeks.
Yussa licks his fingers before he touches Caleb's cock again, rubbing over just the head each time Caleb thrusts forward hard enough to reach his hand. It's still a thrill to know fully the effect he has on his younger lover, and he realizes it may be just as heady for Caleb to know his impact on the archmage he beds.
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His breath catches at first again and again, but as soon as Yussa's wet fingertips begin playing over the head of his cock he moans, quiet but often in the way Caleb usually can't help expressing his pleasure.
"Yussa," he groans, rutting against him with smooth but urgent thrusts that grind through the throbbing wet warmth of his cunt and push all the way to the teasing brush of his fingers, the glide of soaked silk a constant guiding pressure. It's utterly debauched, and so fucking hot he can't not watch, except when he glances up again and finds that Yussa has also chosen that moment to look at him.
His pulse skips and his lips part, blue eyes dark and hazy. He is silent, but that single look is so bare and open that it conveys his need, his admiration and longing better than words could.
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"Don't stop," he manages, voice heavy as tension builds in him. He flicks his gaze up to meet Caleb's again, golden eyes dark and intent. "Harder," he encourages.
The pressure, the constant stroking over his most sensitive places is driving him toward his peak. Yussa wants to see if his younger lover can get him there without any intervention from him. And he likes seeing a more unrestrained approach when he can provoke it.
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His tongue wets his lips and he clutches Yussa tighter against him, fingers digging into the plush curve of his ass. His gaze sweeps down from the searing heat in the older man's eyes to his chest, straining with each breath against the tight bandeau, along the lovely expanse of his bare stomach to his spread thighs and his smalls stretched obscenely by his cock.
Caleb doesn't stop, and with Yussa held tight in his lap, he lets his hips roll faster, with a barely coordinated jerk that pushes him to meet his waiting fingers. Everything between them is slick with Yussa's arousal, and the wet sound of his coated cock rubbing through his sensitive folds makes him throb and push against him harder. He grinds deliberately against his clit, digging his knees into the bed for stability and angling his thrusts to put more pressure there.
His body curls inadvertently toward him, back bowing and shoulders hunching. Their brows touch for a time as Caleb loses himself to sensation, gasping and panting watching down Yussa's body as he fucks against him rather than into him.
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For the sake of effect, he manages to mutter a few breathless curses in Zemnian, and at least one phrase that--he probably learned from Caleb, given how filthy it is in its encouragement. His accent is foreign, but the words are clear between them as Caleb hunches closer and their brows bump together.
A soft cry escapes when he finally comes. Yussa's hand abandons Caleb's cock in favor of grabbing his shoulder, clinging to him as his core goes tight, forcing him to curl more towards Caleb as the pleasure hits him.
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Only a few more slick, persistent thrusts later, Yussa is reaching for him and holding tight as his muscles tighten and his body curls with the force of his orgasm. Caleb makes an answering sound, an encouraging hum, before he covers the other wizard's lips in a hard kiss, all impulsive passion. The roll of his hips continues to give Yussa the blunt pressure he needs to prolong his climax, but slows considerably to a tighter, more concentrated grind.
An attentive lover like Caleb knows when direct friction where he's most sensitive will become uncomfortable for Yussa, and he withdraws enough before then that he is rubbing only the hot, flushed head of his cock through his folds, avoiding his clit entirely. The kiss breaks and an arm curls around Yussa's waist, holding him secure between Caleb's lap and headboard as Caleb gets a hand free to stroke the aching length of his cock, red and wet in his fist. The head is cradled tight between Yussa's smalls and his cunt, smearing precome into his entrance as it glides easily up and down his slit. Though he could, Caleb makes no move to enter him, instead jerking himself roughly, panting.
He comes quickly like that, with a shudder up his spine and a quiet moan. The wet spot in Yussa's already soaked smalls spreads a little more with every throb of his cock, coating both Yussa's cunt and the silk with his spend. Caleb continues to rub through his folds as he spills, spreading the sticky mess he's making between the older man's thighs and stroking himself to completion.
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This allows him to see the sudden release as come spills against his cunt and spreads between his folds. He is an utter mess, but it is deeply satisfying. Yussa's thumb rubs over Caleb's shoulder and he leans up to kiss the other man again.
"Good boy," he sighs against Caleb's mouth.
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And how thrilling that he is so pleased by it. Elated by that easy praise, Caleb gasps and kisses him again.
Easing his slowly softening cock from beneath the warm, clinging fabric of his smalls, Caleb is able to gather Yussa's slight body even closer against him as they kiss. He has to pull away to catch his breath, but he nuzzles into the pale waves of Yussa's hair, lips brushing his forehead. It always feels so good just to be close, after.
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But, for right now, he is quite content where he is. After both of their hearts have slowed, a little smirk flickers to life on Yussa's mouth.
"Hm. Well I don't think I can wear these today," he says with barely restrained amusement.
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"Ja, I think I may have liked them too much."
His hands slide slowly up his lover's sides until he cradles his hips between them, thumbs hooking into the waist of Yussa's smalls. His voice is low and amused and suggestive.
"Should I help you remove them?"
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"You might as well," he says mildly. "You were suggesting another pair for the day, anyway. You'll have to let me put clothes on over those, Master Widogast."
His tone is so lightly chiding, as if his cunt isn't still damp and flushed from his arousal and the friction of their urgent rutting.
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"I'll have to, will I?" He's just waiting to be told off for insolence at this point, but he relishes it. "I do want to see you in that skirt, so I suppose that is acceptable."
He makes the act of sliding off Yussa's utterly ruined smalls deliberately, teasingly slow. The soaked and sticky fabric clings to his damp folds, and Caleb watches it finally peel away with a hunger even he is a little surprised by, a heated intensity to his gaze and a spike of arousal despite his spent state. But how could he not feel something at seeing Yussa's cunt coated in his release when his smalls come down? He drags the material down over the other wizard's ass and partway down his thighs, but it's impossible to get any further without lifting Yussa's legs up.
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"Acceptable? Tsk," he says with a click of his tongue. "Mind yourself, lest I find cause to remind you of the virtues of patience and delayed gratification."
Rich words considering his position and his culpability in this, but that isn't the point.
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"It sounds as though you are trying to threaten me, Master Errenis. But you know well that you are describing a very enjoyable evening for us both." Caleb's voice is warm with affection as much as it is dripping with playful suggestion.
He just loves the way Yussa scolds him when he is being cheeky. He strives to be worthy of that little click of his tongue.
"But I did misspeak, I apologize. I am very much looking forward to seeing you dressed today, schatz."
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