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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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."