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 glΓΌhwein 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."
Yussa's lashes lower, flutter, as Caleb's fingers stroke against his cunt. He looks at the younger man with a smirk hiding at the corner of his mouth.
"Perhaps that lesson should begin now," he says. "You have left a mess, hm? You know what is expected."
He draws one knee closer to his body, opening himself more. Yussa knows he really shouldn't encourage this if they want to get out of bed, but he fully intends to end it on his terms, and Caleb will just have to manage.
"I do not have time to bathe again if we want to see any of the city before noon."
Caleb feels his pulse jump in anticipation. Yes, he knows what is expected. His tongue wets his lips as Yussa pulls a knee up, granting the access he'll need and presenting him with an absolutely devastating view of his cunt. His mouth is watering already.
"Of course, Master Errenis. I will take care of this quickly." Catching the older man's eye, his lips tick up the barest bit. They both know that if time was really of interest here, a casting of prestidigitation would be most prudent. But time is merely the pretense. This is about Yussa flexing his will and Caleb happily submitting to it. "You know that I always accept responsibility for the messes I make."
Lowering himself to get his face between the archmage's legs means sliding out from beneath him, but his hands return to clutching at his ass as he gets comfortable pressing eager kisses to his inner thighs. He doesn't hedge in this way for long, fully intending to make good on his word. Caleb puts his tongue to work in a slow, thorough lick straight up the center of his slit, pausing just after he reaches his clit to swallow.
There is plenty for him to clean up, and he is diligent as ever, lapping over and through Yussa's folds and drinking down the familiar taste of the two of them together. This time is a little different, however. For cleaning purposes, there is no reason for him to delve into his cunt, so he doesn't. He laps over his entrance repeatedly, but his tongue doesn't push inside.
Yussa shifts so that it's easier for Caleb to slide out from beneath him. That allows him the chance to reposition himself, getting more comfortable against the pillows rather than having his back up against the headboard. By the time he's settled again, he can feel Caleb's breath against his thigh. The archmage sighs as his lover begins with a slow lick.
As Caleb tends to him, Yussa relaxes and drapes his leg over the younger man's shoulder, lazily keeping him in place. His calf tenses like he wants to draw Caleb closer as his tongue licks past his entrance. He should have anticipated that Caleb would find a way to tease him, but he does not chide him for it. It wouldn't be right to reprimand him when he is doing exactly what Yussa has told him to do. His hips move, subtle and lazy, to meet the slide of Caleb's tongue. He rides the gentle pleasure of it as he tries to avoid getting too worked up.
One hand rests on Caleb's head, absently petting his hair back.
Quite simply, Caleb loves this. His eyes have slipped closed, and his tongue works tirelessly to clean every trace of his come from the hot, tender flesh between Yussa's thighs. Yussa moves lazily back against him, taking what he's due from Caleb's eager mouth with a slim leg draped over his shoulder and a hand thoughtlessly stroking his hair back from his face. But he does not have to move much. Caleb makes sure of that.
Licking over his clit and tightening his slick lips around it to lightly suck, Caleb knows he could lose himself like this for hours--he has before, happily forgetting the rest of the world with his face buried between Yussa's legs. But as the taste of the other man's cunt becomes gradually more overwhelming than that of his own spend, he knows that his time in this endeavor is limited. He'd promised to be quick today.
There is a hazy warmth to his gaze when his eyes slip open and he pulls back just enough to lick his lips. He is well aware that while he has performed his task very well, he hasn't made Yussa come. That is, perhaps, a little intentional.
"Is this satisfactory, Master Errenis?" he asks, his voice a soft rumble. If Yussa tells him that he isn't finished yet, he'll gladly continue. But he waits for word either way, curious.
Just as Caleb loses himself in his task, Yussa sinks into the gentle pleasure of it. Part of that comes from knowing that Caleb enjoys this as much as he does.
Muscles tense and relax as his lover offers him diligent attention, sucking and licking with all the knowledge of a man with a very good memory and an utter devotion. He's starting to get worked up again by the time Caleb stops. It isn't abrupt, but it is somewhat unexpected. When he sees the look in the younger man's eyes, perhaps it shouldn't have been.
The low, gravely quality of Caleb's voice has almost as much effect as his tongue. Yussa continues to pet Caleb's hair, light and affectionate as he seems to give the question all due consideration. It would be easy to tell the other man to finish, to get him off, and continue from there. But, he isn't so worked up yet that it would be overly distracting for him if they stop now.
His hand drifts down, stroking along Caleb's cheek before elegant fingers brush his damp lips. Ridiculously, he thinks of something he used to say to students.
"If you are satisfied with what you have done, then we can move on and I will dress."
Inevitably one of two things would happen: the student would pour over the work to make sure they truly hadn't missed anything, or they would agree to move on with varying degrees of confidence. And at that point, Yussa would not point out any errors: the student would learn one way or the other if their formulas or glyphs were correct.
Just like that, Caleb is outplayed. This tactic on Yussa's part is so unfair, but so perfect. Of course Caleb doesn't feel satisfied. He won't be happy until he has Yussa's approval, and that certainly doesn't sound like this. When has he ever refused an opportunity to make his lover come?
"No," he murmurs. "I would prefer to continue. There is more I can offer."
Perhaps Yussa would not be overly bothered, but Caleb would certainly linger on a performance only half complete. It will take a little more time, but not very much. He knows that he is good at this.
He holds the archmage's gaze for a moment longer before he ducks back down. While now fastidiously clean of his own release, Yussa's folds are still hot and slick against his lips, flushing with renewed arousal. Caleb lets his thumbs glide up and down in the grooves of the elf's slim hips as he uses the very tip of his tongue to tease his outer lips, to build up some anticipation. He works his way in slowly, lets his relaxed pace wind him up, and then waits for the first impatient cant of the other man's hips, voluntary or not, to go in for a long, deep lick.
While Caleb certainly utilized his skill in this to make Yussa feel good in the process of cleaning him up, this is all technique, clearly with the singular goal of getting him off.
Yussa relaxes back and a moan escapes on his next breath as Caleb resumes his work with clear determination. He says nothing by way of encouragement or instruction, allowing Caleb to do what he is best at. He's clever and quick with a good memory, and he knows precisely how to get his lover off. There is no need to interrupt that.
Still, it's teasing, too slow and it isn't very long at all before Yussa moves. His calf tenses against Caleb's back and his hips move, trying to get more. He is rewarded with more intense attention and the tension builds in him as Caleb works him up. His fingers tighten in his lover's hair, and it's a testament to the other man's skill that Yussa starts trying to ride his tongue, chasing exactly what he wants even as Caleb gives it to him.
It doesn't take long like this. Yussa's legs tighten around Caleb as the younger man coaxes another orgasm from him with nothing but his tongue.
Ramping up slowly and building intensity serves Caleb well; when he finally gives Yussa what he needs, it isn't much longer before he's going tight and coming on his tongue. The quiet pride he takes in getting the other wizard off both skillfully and efficiently shows in the bright focus of his eyes and the slight curl of his lips as he works Yussa down from it with gentler, soothing licks.
What a relief that it hasn't been long enough yet for his cock to begin to stir again. At least he won't be spending the remainder of the morning fighting down his own arousal--or so he hopes.
When he feels the subtle tremors in Yussa's body subside, Caleb slides his leg gently from his shoulder and sits up, wincing a little as he feels the strain that position put on his back. Gods, he really isn't getting any younger, is he. Still, he leans in to kiss the other man sweetly, hands framing his bare hips in a soft and affectionate caress.
"That is a performance I am satisfied with," he murmurs.
Yussa looks utterly sated by the time Caleb lifts his head. Though that certainly got his blood racing again, Caleb's skill in application and measured pacing means Yussa doesn't have to work too hard to catch his breath.
He tips his head to meet the kiss. This was a dangerous way to start their morning: he could stay here for the rest of the day. It's been a little while since they were truly able to catch up.
The archmage laughs quietly as Caleb speaks.
"Good," he says, voice warm and smooth. Yussa gives Caleb another light kiss. "Help me up, help me dress. Truly, this time."
Caleb nods. "Truly, this time," he agrees, and tugs his robe back around him, loosely tying the sash at his waist again before he gets up. Not only does he help Yussa out of bed, but he helps him out of his bandeau as well, with only a little distracted fondling.
"I had already decided on these from the start, for the most part," he admits when he hands the other man the camisole and bloomers set a second time. He doesn't sound sorry because he isn't. "But I just could not be sure until I had seen everything."
With most of Yussa's clothing for the day already laid out, it is easy to decide on the remaining pieces, a black and gold blouse matching the skirt, and an embroidered vest on top of that. Caleb is very pleased with his selections, and more than happy to help Yussa into them as desired. He'll need to clean up a little before he gets dressed himself, but that won't take very long.
"Perhaps you should choose an outfit for me as well while I am washing up," he suggests warmly. "Though I am afraid my selection of smallclothes is not so exciting."
Yussa lightly bats Caleb's hand away as he cops a feel while helping. The gesture is more chiding than an actual expression of displeasure - if there is any doubt, a smile still hides in the curve of Yussa's lips.
He slips back into the camisole and absently casts prestidigitation again before putting the bloomers on. With Caleb's help, it's easy to get dressed. He likes the intimacy of the act, the way his lover's hands linger here and there, the way he stands closer than he needs to. He looks over his shoulder at the other man.
"I think I will. And no matter, we both know I prefer you out of them." Yussa lightly cups Caleb's chin before he drifts away to paw through all of Caleb's clothes. By the time Caleb returns, Yussa has picked out clothes that don't match his, per se, but there are elements that certainly compliment. As if they go together.
That parting comment keeps Caleb smiling the entire time he's washing up. When he returns to find that Yussa has chosen an outfit for him that actually coordinates rather nicely with his own, he leans down to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, schatz," he murmurs. "This is perfect."
The clothing itself isn't anything special; dark breeches, one of his nicer shirts with a vest over it. It's the sort of thing he might wear to work. But the colors and traditionally Zemnian details tie him to what Yussa is wearing. It means they will be seen as a pair. Together. And Yussa wants to give that impression. Why else would he have chosen what he had?
Caleb has never been happier to get dressed.
"Is there anywhere special you would like to go?" he asks as they come down the stairs together, finally ready to leave. It isn't yet noon, so they've still managed to make good time. "Or are you content to let me take you to all of the places that I like?" His eyes are warm and bright, and he has the great and terrible thought that perhaps he'll offer his hand as they walk today, if he can muster that much courage.
Yussa sweeps his cloak on, then his gloves as Caleb reviews their options. He looks at the younger man, admiring him and also considering his suggestion. The look on Caleb's face is quite irresistible. He finishes adjusting his gloves.
"I am content to let you squire me about wherever you like," he says at last. "I would like to experience the city from your perspective."
After a moment, he adds: "And... bear in mind I may wish to retreat somewhere more quiet."
Yussa doesn't wander around Nicodranas much, he's very happy in his tower and content to let Wensforth run most of his errands. The few things he does leave for either involve leaving Nicodranas entirely or in dealing with merchants directly. At times, his presence makes a difference, or there are components or artifacts or whatever else he would like to see with his own eyes. He is happy to explore Rexxentrum with Caleb as his guide, but he also feels it important to offer that warning.
Caleb ties up his boots and dons both his coat and scarf, privately finding Yussa's gloves rather charming. This is still very different attire to what he is used to seeing on the other wizard, and the novelty of all of it--of Yussa being here in the first place--makes him appreciate every detail.
Very aware that occasions where Yussa chooses to appear in public are rare, Caleb isn't intending to take him anywhere rowdy or loud, but his warning is noted with a nod of understanding nonetheless.
"Of course. There are many quiet places in this city I enjoy. Including my home, if that is how you are feeling." There is no reason they have to be out all day. If Yussa decides he's had enough entirely, Caleb won't be disappointed. "I would be happy for another evening like yesterday." Comfortable, companionable, and relaxed. Of course, that presumes he will be hosting Yussa again, but he had told him to ask for what he wants. Meeting the elven wizard's golden eyes, he adds, "And another night as well, if you would like to stay longer."
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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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"Perhaps that lesson should begin now," he says. "You have left a mess, hm? You know what is expected."
He draws one knee closer to his body, opening himself more. Yussa knows he really shouldn't encourage this if they want to get out of bed, but he fully intends to end it on his terms, and Caleb will just have to manage.
"I do not have time to bathe again if we want to see any of the city before noon."
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"Of course, Master Errenis. I will take care of this quickly." Catching the older man's eye, his lips tick up the barest bit. They both know that if time was really of interest here, a casting of prestidigitation would be most prudent. But time is merely the pretense. This is about Yussa flexing his will and Caleb happily submitting to it. "You know that I always accept responsibility for the messes I make."
Lowering himself to get his face between the archmage's legs means sliding out from beneath him, but his hands return to clutching at his ass as he gets comfortable pressing eager kisses to his inner thighs. He doesn't hedge in this way for long, fully intending to make good on his word. Caleb puts his tongue to work in a slow, thorough lick straight up the center of his slit, pausing just after he reaches his clit to swallow.
There is plenty for him to clean up, and he is diligent as ever, lapping over and through Yussa's folds and drinking down the familiar taste of the two of them together. This time is a little different, however. For cleaning purposes, there is no reason for him to delve into his cunt, so he doesn't. He laps over his entrance repeatedly, but his tongue doesn't push inside.
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As Caleb tends to him, Yussa relaxes and drapes his leg over the younger man's shoulder, lazily keeping him in place. His calf tenses like he wants to draw Caleb closer as his tongue licks past his entrance. He should have anticipated that Caleb would find a way to tease him, but he does not chide him for it. It wouldn't be right to reprimand him when he is doing exactly what Yussa has told him to do. His hips move, subtle and lazy, to meet the slide of Caleb's tongue. He rides the gentle pleasure of it as he tries to avoid getting too worked up.
One hand rests on Caleb's head, absently petting his hair back.
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Licking over his clit and tightening his slick lips around it to lightly suck, Caleb knows he could lose himself like this for hours--he has before, happily forgetting the rest of the world with his face buried between Yussa's legs. But as the taste of the other man's cunt becomes gradually more overwhelming than that of his own spend, he knows that his time in this endeavor is limited. He'd promised to be quick today.
There is a hazy warmth to his gaze when his eyes slip open and he pulls back just enough to lick his lips. He is well aware that while he has performed his task very well, he hasn't made Yussa come. That is, perhaps, a little intentional.
"Is this satisfactory, Master Errenis?" he asks, his voice a soft rumble. If Yussa tells him that he isn't finished yet, he'll gladly continue. But he waits for word either way, curious.
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Muscles tense and relax as his lover offers him diligent attention, sucking and licking with all the knowledge of a man with a very good memory and an utter devotion. He's starting to get worked up again by the time Caleb stops. It isn't abrupt, but it is somewhat unexpected. When he sees the look in the younger man's eyes, perhaps it shouldn't have been.
The low, gravely quality of Caleb's voice has almost as much effect as his tongue. Yussa continues to pet Caleb's hair, light and affectionate as he seems to give the question all due consideration. It would be easy to tell the other man to finish, to get him off, and continue from there. But, he isn't so worked up yet that it would be overly distracting for him if they stop now.
His hand drifts down, stroking along Caleb's cheek before elegant fingers brush his damp lips. Ridiculously, he thinks of something he used to say to students.
"If you are satisfied with what you have done, then we can move on and I will dress."
Inevitably one of two things would happen: the student would pour over the work to make sure they truly hadn't missed anything, or they would agree to move on with varying degrees of confidence. And at that point, Yussa would not point out any errors: the student would learn one way or the other if their formulas or glyphs were correct.
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"No," he murmurs. "I would prefer to continue. There is more I can offer."
Perhaps Yussa would not be overly bothered, but Caleb would certainly linger on a performance only half complete. It will take a little more time, but not very much. He knows that he is good at this.
He holds the archmage's gaze for a moment longer before he ducks back down. While now fastidiously clean of his own release, Yussa's folds are still hot and slick against his lips, flushing with renewed arousal. Caleb lets his thumbs glide up and down in the grooves of the elf's slim hips as he uses the very tip of his tongue to tease his outer lips, to build up some anticipation. He works his way in slowly, lets his relaxed pace wind him up, and then waits for the first impatient cant of the other man's hips, voluntary or not, to go in for a long, deep lick.
While Caleb certainly utilized his skill in this to make Yussa feel good in the process of cleaning him up, this is all technique, clearly with the singular goal of getting him off.
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Yussa relaxes back and a moan escapes on his next breath as Caleb resumes his work with clear determination. He says nothing by way of encouragement or instruction, allowing Caleb to do what he is best at. He's clever and quick with a good memory, and he knows precisely how to get his lover off. There is no need to interrupt that.
Still, it's teasing, too slow and it isn't very long at all before Yussa moves. His calf tenses against Caleb's back and his hips move, trying to get more. He is rewarded with more intense attention and the tension builds in him as Caleb works him up. His fingers tighten in his lover's hair, and it's a testament to the other man's skill that Yussa starts trying to ride his tongue, chasing exactly what he wants even as Caleb gives it to him.
It doesn't take long like this. Yussa's legs tighten around Caleb as the younger man coaxes another orgasm from him with nothing but his tongue.
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What a relief that it hasn't been long enough yet for his cock to begin to stir again. At least he won't be spending the remainder of the morning fighting down his own arousal--or so he hopes.
When he feels the subtle tremors in Yussa's body subside, Caleb slides his leg gently from his shoulder and sits up, wincing a little as he feels the strain that position put on his back. Gods, he really isn't getting any younger, is he. Still, he leans in to kiss the other man sweetly, hands framing his bare hips in a soft and affectionate caress.
"That is a performance I am satisfied with," he murmurs.
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He tips his head to meet the kiss. This was a dangerous way to start their morning: he could stay here for the rest of the day. It's been a little while since they were truly able to catch up.
The archmage laughs quietly as Caleb speaks.
"Good," he says, voice warm and smooth. Yussa gives Caleb another light kiss. "Help me up, help me dress. Truly, this time."
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"I had already decided on these from the start, for the most part," he admits when he hands the other man the camisole and bloomers set a second time. He doesn't sound sorry because he isn't. "But I just could not be sure until I had seen everything."
With most of Yussa's clothing for the day already laid out, it is easy to decide on the remaining pieces, a black and gold blouse matching the skirt, and an embroidered vest on top of that. Caleb is very pleased with his selections, and more than happy to help Yussa into them as desired. He'll need to clean up a little before he gets dressed himself, but that won't take very long.
"Perhaps you should choose an outfit for me as well while I am washing up," he suggests warmly. "Though I am afraid my selection of smallclothes is not so exciting."
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He slips back into the camisole and absently casts prestidigitation again before putting the bloomers on. With Caleb's help, it's easy to get dressed. He likes the intimacy of the act, the way his lover's hands linger here and there, the way he stands closer than he needs to. He looks over his shoulder at the other man.
"I think I will. And no matter, we both know I prefer you out of them." Yussa lightly cups Caleb's chin before he drifts away to paw through all of Caleb's clothes. By the time Caleb returns, Yussa has picked out clothes that don't match his, per se, but there are elements that certainly compliment. As if they go together.
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The clothing itself isn't anything special; dark breeches, one of his nicer shirts with a vest over it. It's the sort of thing he might wear to work. But the colors and traditionally Zemnian details tie him to what Yussa is wearing. It means they will be seen as a pair. Together. And Yussa wants to give that impression. Why else would he have chosen what he had?
Caleb has never been happier to get dressed.
"Is there anywhere special you would like to go?" he asks as they come down the stairs together, finally ready to leave. It isn't yet noon, so they've still managed to make good time. "Or are you content to let me take you to all of the places that I like?" His eyes are warm and bright, and he has the great and terrible thought that perhaps he'll offer his hand as they walk today, if he can muster that much courage.
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"I am content to let you squire me about wherever you like," he says at last. "I would like to experience the city from your perspective."
After a moment, he adds: "And... bear in mind I may wish to retreat somewhere more quiet."
Yussa doesn't wander around Nicodranas much, he's very happy in his tower and content to let Wensforth run most of his errands. The few things he does leave for either involve leaving Nicodranas entirely or in dealing with merchants directly. At times, his presence makes a difference, or there are components or artifacts or whatever else he would like to see with his own eyes. He is happy to explore Rexxentrum with Caleb as his guide, but he also feels it important to offer that warning.
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Very aware that occasions where Yussa chooses to appear in public are rare, Caleb isn't intending to take him anywhere rowdy or loud, but his warning is noted with a nod of understanding nonetheless.
"Of course. There are many quiet places in this city I enjoy. Including my home, if that is how you are feeling." There is no reason they have to be out all day. If Yussa decides he's had enough entirely, Caleb won't be disappointed. "I would be happy for another evening like yesterday." Comfortable, companionable, and relaxed. Of course, that presumes he will be hosting Yussa again, but he had told him to ask for what he wants. Meeting the elven wizard's golden eyes, he adds, "And another night as well, if you would like to stay longer."
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