Yussa never gets the chance to relax. Caleb can feel it in the most intimate way possible, buried inside him and poised over him. He's so wet Caleb can barely believe it, and he just winds tighter like a coiling spring, tremor after tremor passing through his overworked body. Caleb can relate. He's getting closer with every rock of his hips and rhythmic squeeze around his cock. His palms cup his breasts and his thumbs rub roughly over his nipples and he tucks his face between Yussa's neck and shoulder again, breathing in warm skin and spice and orange blossom and sweat and the smell of sex.
He's murmuring sweet nothings in Zemnian, feeling like he is going to spill at any moment, when he feels Yussa come again. It seems like it rolls through him hard and bright, but as good as it must feel for Yussa, Caleb is convinced that it feels even better for him. He gasps out, "Yes, perfect, perfect--" in his own tongue and nestles his hips right up against Yussa's ass, pressing in deep as he lets the powerful quake of Yussa's orgasm tip him over as well. The tight, slick pull of his walls clamping down is too good to withstand, and Caleb feels like he is being unspun as he comes, shaking, moaning, clutching at the man under him as he spends himself into his cunt in what may be the longest-lasting orgasm of his life, fraying a little more as each intense pulse rolls through him.
Concentration long lost, his mage hand fades from existence.
Even with Caleb barely moving, grinding tight against him, Yussa still feels it when he comes. Whatever tension there was leaves the elf's body as that boneless pleasure spreads through him. There are little aftershocks yet, flashes and sparks across raw nerves whenever Caleb moves or touches him. Even his breath sends little chills racing across Yussa's skin.
For a while he just floats in that feeling, tethered to the sensations in his body and the warm weight of Caleb on top of him.
Yussa isn't entirely sure how much time passes between Caleb's release and the moment his eyes open. Not long, he thinks. Not as long as it felt. At first, unless Caleb is looking, there is no immediate indication that Yussa is awake. But eventually he summons the strength to move: he reaches back, elegant fingers brushing through Caleb's hair with exhausted affection. He cannot honestly recall the last time he felt quite this wrung out, and he finds himself wondering if that is partly thanks to the sheer effort to remain tranced on top of having three orgasms worked out of him.
Caleb doesn't lose time. With his mind, always counting, that is virtually impossible. But he does drift through it with a lightness that belies the passing minutes, clinging to the threads of his orgasm, trying to hold onto any part of that bliss for as long as he can. It still feels good to be inside him, or at the very least not bad. He matches his breathing to Yussa's as it steadies out again and takes comfort in their closeness, warm skin on warm skin.
He has no idea that anything has changed until he feels Yussa's shoulder shift under him and then his hand carding through his hair. It feels like the benediction he's been waiting for, and Caleb shudders with a swell of pride and relief. This touch alone is enough for him to know that Yussa is pleased.
Tenderly, his lips press to the underside of his jaw. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he teases gently.
Yussa smiles at the warm touch of lips and he gives Caleb's hair a gentle tug. But it's hard to accuse the younger man of being impertinent over teasing when his cock is still buried in Yussa's cunt.
"I'm relieved you could entertain yourself while I was indisposed," he says dryly, but he doesn't bother to hide the smile in his voice. "I would be remiss in my hosting duties otherwise."
His fingers drift and he strokes along Caleb's cheek affectionately.
"You don't have to separate us, but I'd like to be on my side," he says at last. If Caleb wants to stay where he is for a little longer, Yussa isn't inclined to ask him to pull out. And while the pillows beneath him are keeping him in a comfortable position, he would like to not feel quite so pinned down as he recovers from a rather eventful evening. The chaise is wide enough for both of them to be on it comfortably.
There's a smile and a huff of laughter against Yussa's neck, charmed as ever by his dry humor, but finding it especially funny now. "Oh, no. I do not think I could ever accuse you of failing to entertain me, Yussa." He greedily takes all the clear indicators of Yussa's affection straight to heart, letting them settle heavy and warm in his chest. Maybe he is a little in love, but that's pretty typical for him.
"Okay," he agrees easily, leaving one last kiss first with a brush of his lips. "Turn with me." With an arm braced on the chaise, Caleb slowly lowers himself down onto his side, the other holding Yussa's hip to keep him close. They wind up nestled comfortably back to front, Caleb's soft cock still deep inside him. He could just pull out, and maybe he should, but...not yet.
Pillows are dragged into a more ideal position to rest their heads on and Caleb drapes an arm over the smaller body curled against his. He noses into the soft curls of Yussa's hair as his fingers trace idle shapes from his sternum to his stomach. They always talk after sex, of course, but they definitely don't always cuddle. It's nice, and it's exactly what Caleb needs today.
Yussa lets Caleb guide them as he contributes to the momentum and balance. They settle with some adjustment of the pillows, and before long he is able to relax against the man behind him. There is something very satisfying in feeling Caleb's cock still in him, even if he's no longer hard. He lifts his head for just a moment, then grabs the robe he'd been wearing to drag it over them. There is probably an actual blanket nearby, possibly within reach, but he cannot be bothered to make further effort.
Instead, he lets himself enjoy their size difference as Caleb curls around him. Yussa's mind tries to make patterns out of the shapes Caleb draws on his skin, even if they are just nonsense gestures.
"I don't think I could say what I wanted until it happened," he admits. "Other than the experiment."
His hand slides over Caleb's forearm, careful not to disturb his moving fingers but indulging the desire to touch him more.
"I am thoroughly satisfied, if that's your concern." He turns his head to peer over his shoulder at Caleb, golden eyes bright and warm. "Thoroughly, Master Widogast. It was... a very different experience. Strange to feel it all without being able to respond the way I might normally. Overwhelming at points, but not uncomfortable."
There is a some nonsense, but Caleb rarely does anything entirely without a pattern, even subconsciously. There are some recognizable glyphs and symbols being traced over Yussa's skin, and even a few that might be glyphs, but which only exist in Caleb's head for now--ideas for the future, his mind always brimming with arcane possibility. His touch falters for only a splitsecond as Yussa's hand smooths over his forearm, knowing that he is feeling the familiar design of raised scar tissue. But the pause is barely noticeable, except maybe by the brief stutter of his breath that comes with it.
If he's going to have lovers--a lover, even--he's going to have to suppress this aversion to being touched in what is for most people a completely innocuous place. There is no reason for this kind of embarrassment when Yussa has seen his scars many times over already. Felt them, too, in passing like this. It's fine.
"Then I am glad that we could collaborate on this experiment," he says aloud, putting himself back in this room, in this moment. Yussa's pointed assurance and the warm weight of his gaze pinning him down does a lot to that end. He's comfortable and content, and still excited and intrigued by what they've just shared. "Though it was a different experience for me also, I am very pleased with the results." His hips dip forward in a gentle rock, just enough to grind his cock through the slick mess he'd left inside him, as though either of them need reminding of how Caleb had brazenly enjoyed himself.
While Yussa is facing him, he leans down for a brief kiss, glad for the opportunity to feel a response this time.
The pause is slight, so slight, but Yussa is used to catching fine details. He's noticed the scars, of course. And he's noticed Caleb's occasional hesitation in exposing them or having them touched. Yussa understands, at least in some ways, how it might feel to keep parts of oneself hidden for comfort. Or for fear of how others might see them.
Caleb doesn't let it stop him for long, though, and so he does not comment or press. Besides, whatever he might have said flies from his mind as soon as Caleb moves his hips. A satisfied smirk curves his mouth as Caleb's cock reminds him what a mess they've made of each other. His cunt is still a bit sensitive, but the grind feels good.
He meets the kiss and he reaches back to stroke his fingers along Caleb's bearded jaw.
"I'm glad you are so pleased," he purrs quietly, smiling against the younger man's mouth. "I feel I should report that maintaining a trance became a far more... active effort than I am used to."
Caleb had done his damnedest to knock him out of it, even if the human wizard had no idea at the time.
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At some point--even Caleb would be hard pressed to determine exactly when--kissing this man and feeling his touch against his face, soft, elegant fingers brushing over the texture of his beard, became one of his favorite things. Maybe it was the very first time they did this.
His voice is also nothing short of entrancing. That might be what Caleb had missed most over the course of this particular encounter.
"Ah. My knowledge of trancing is only rudimentary, but I wondered if that was the case." He smiles too, pleased to confirm that he'd done well enough to test Yussa's self-control. That's no easy thing. "Is this an experience you would be interested in repeating, or has the novelty worn off?"
A coy smile flickers across Yussa's mouth and he tips his head to kiss Caleb again.
"Hm," he hums softly against his mouth before they part. "I think I would be interested in further experimenting. Once could be a fluke and is hardly enough to draw any conclusions from."
It says something that Yussa trusts Caleb enough not only to allow him in these private spaces, but to invite this kind of boldness again. He could, of course, snap out of a trance if he were truly uncomfortable or otherwise not in the mood, but the sort of... spontaneity of it is exciting in itself.
"I will trust your judgement regarding when it should happen again."
"Ja, of course," Caleb agrees easily, though the slight stammer in his voice belies a little of how flustered he is. Privately, he thinks he must be among the luckiest men alive to receive this kind of permission. "What use is an experiment conducted only once?"
He ducks to press his face to the back of Yussa's neck, nose rubbing against short hair and lips brushing just beneath. I'll trust your judgement. That's a lot of trust indeed. But he can imagine the next time this occurs will be just as unexpected for them both. That is part of the fun.
"But was that actually restful for you?" Caleb finds himself asking. "Or are you going to nap with me?"
Curled around Yussa on the chaise--still buried inside him--with his robe covering them both, Caleb certainly feels like it's inevitable for him.
A smirk tugs at Yussa's mouth as Caleb nuzzles sweetly against his hair.
"The first few hours was restful," he quips, warmly amused. "The last little while... less so."
He wouldn't mind taking another hour or so for himself. Yussa moves slightly and breaths a soft sigh to feel Caleb's soft cock inside him. That is a pleasure he hadn't quite been expecting, but it's a feeling he is keen to indulge for a while longer, if Caleb is amenable.
"I think I will rest a while more, if you're comfortable here. And I wish to stay just as we are."
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He's murmuring sweet nothings in Zemnian, feeling like he is going to spill at any moment, when he feels Yussa come again. It seems like it rolls through him hard and bright, but as good as it must feel for Yussa, Caleb is convinced that it feels even better for him. He gasps out, "Yes, perfect, perfect--" in his own tongue and nestles his hips right up against Yussa's ass, pressing in deep as he lets the powerful quake of Yussa's orgasm tip him over as well. The tight, slick pull of his walls clamping down is too good to withstand, and Caleb feels like he is being unspun as he comes, shaking, moaning, clutching at the man under him as he spends himself into his cunt in what may be the longest-lasting orgasm of his life, fraying a little more as each intense pulse rolls through him.
Concentration long lost, his mage hand fades from existence.
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For a while he just floats in that feeling, tethered to the sensations in his body and the warm weight of Caleb on top of him.
Yussa isn't entirely sure how much time passes between Caleb's release and the moment his eyes open. Not long, he thinks. Not as long as it felt. At first, unless Caleb is looking, there is no immediate indication that Yussa is awake. But eventually he summons the strength to move: he reaches back, elegant fingers brushing through Caleb's hair with exhausted affection. He cannot honestly recall the last time he felt quite this wrung out, and he finds himself wondering if that is partly thanks to the sheer effort to remain tranced on top of having three orgasms worked out of him.
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He has no idea that anything has changed until he feels Yussa's shoulder shift under him and then his hand carding through his hair. It feels like the benediction he's been waiting for, and Caleb shudders with a swell of pride and relief. This touch alone is enough for him to know that Yussa is pleased.
Tenderly, his lips press to the underside of his jaw. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he teases gently.
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"I'm relieved you could entertain yourself while I was indisposed," he says dryly, but he doesn't bother to hide the smile in his voice. "I would be remiss in my hosting duties otherwise."
His fingers drift and he strokes along Caleb's cheek affectionately.
"You don't have to separate us, but I'd like to be on my side," he says at last. If Caleb wants to stay where he is for a little longer, Yussa isn't inclined to ask him to pull out. And while the pillows beneath him are keeping him in a comfortable position, he would like to not feel quite so pinned down as he recovers from a rather eventful evening. The chaise is wide enough for both of them to be on it comfortably.
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"Okay," he agrees easily, leaving one last kiss first with a brush of his lips. "Turn with me." With an arm braced on the chaise, Caleb slowly lowers himself down onto his side, the other holding Yussa's hip to keep him close. They wind up nestled comfortably back to front, Caleb's soft cock still deep inside him. He could just pull out, and maybe he should, but...not yet.
Pillows are dragged into a more ideal position to rest their heads on and Caleb drapes an arm over the smaller body curled against his. He noses into the soft curls of Yussa's hair as his fingers trace idle shapes from his sternum to his stomach. They always talk after sex, of course, but they definitely don't always cuddle. It's nice, and it's exactly what Caleb needs today.
"I hope it was what you wanted," he murmurs.
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Instead, he lets himself enjoy their size difference as Caleb curls around him. Yussa's mind tries to make patterns out of the shapes Caleb draws on his skin, even if they are just nonsense gestures.
"I don't think I could say what I wanted until it happened," he admits. "Other than the experiment."
His hand slides over Caleb's forearm, careful not to disturb his moving fingers but indulging the desire to touch him more.
"I am thoroughly satisfied, if that's your concern." He turns his head to peer over his shoulder at Caleb, golden eyes bright and warm. "Thoroughly, Master Widogast. It was... a very different experience. Strange to feel it all without being able to respond the way I might normally. Overwhelming at points, but not uncomfortable."
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If he's going to have lovers--a lover, even--he's going to have to suppress this aversion to being touched in what is for most people a completely innocuous place. There is no reason for this kind of embarrassment when Yussa has seen his scars many times over already. Felt them, too, in passing like this. It's fine.
"Then I am glad that we could collaborate on this experiment," he says aloud, putting himself back in this room, in this moment. Yussa's pointed assurance and the warm weight of his gaze pinning him down does a lot to that end. He's comfortable and content, and still excited and intrigued by what they've just shared. "Though it was a different experience for me also, I am very pleased with the results." His hips dip forward in a gentle rock, just enough to grind his cock through the slick mess he'd left inside him, as though either of them need reminding of how Caleb had brazenly enjoyed himself.
While Yussa is facing him, he leans down for a brief kiss, glad for the opportunity to feel a response this time.
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Caleb doesn't let it stop him for long, though, and so he does not comment or press. Besides, whatever he might have said flies from his mind as soon as Caleb moves his hips. A satisfied smirk curves his mouth as Caleb's cock reminds him what a mess they've made of each other. His cunt is still a bit sensitive, but the grind feels good.
He meets the kiss and he reaches back to stroke his fingers along Caleb's bearded jaw.
"I'm glad you are so pleased," he purrs quietly, smiling against the younger man's mouth. "I feel I should report that maintaining a trance became a far more... active effort than I am used to."
Caleb had done his damnedest to knock him out of it, even if the human wizard had no idea at the time.
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His voice is also nothing short of entrancing. That might be what Caleb had missed most over the course of this particular encounter.
"Ah. My knowledge of trancing is only rudimentary, but I wondered if that was the case." He smiles too, pleased to confirm that he'd done well enough to test Yussa's self-control. That's no easy thing. "Is this an experience you would be interested in repeating, or has the novelty worn off?"
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"Hm," he hums softly against his mouth before they part. "I think I would be interested in further experimenting. Once could be a fluke and is hardly enough to draw any conclusions from."
It says something that Yussa trusts Caleb enough not only to allow him in these private spaces, but to invite this kind of boldness again. He could, of course, snap out of a trance if he were truly uncomfortable or otherwise not in the mood, but the sort of... spontaneity of it is exciting in itself.
"I will trust your judgement regarding when it should happen again."
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He ducks to press his face to the back of Yussa's neck, nose rubbing against short hair and lips brushing just beneath. I'll trust your judgement. That's a lot of trust indeed. But he can imagine the next time this occurs will be just as unexpected for them both. That is part of the fun.
"But was that actually restful for you?" Caleb finds himself asking. "Or are you going to nap with me?"
Curled around Yussa on the chaise--still buried inside him--with his robe covering them both, Caleb certainly feels like it's inevitable for him.
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"The first few hours was restful," he quips, warmly amused. "The last little while... less so."
He wouldn't mind taking another hour or so for himself. Yussa moves slightly and breaths a soft sigh to feel Caleb's soft cock inside him. That is a pleasure he hadn't quite been expecting, but it's a feeling he is keen to indulge for a while longer, if Caleb is amenable.
"I think I will rest a while more, if you're comfortable here. And I wish to stay just as we are."