Yussa's urgency to get the front of his pants open certainly sends a signal of equal urgency to his cock, because Caleb can feel his blood rushing there with dizzying speed. Mouth going dry, Caleb lets him undo both belt and buttons, granting access to his length, still mostly soft but filling swiftly.
He wants his head clear. Caleb had surmised as much. And he thinks--he hopes--he'll be able to satisfy him well enough for that even this state. He can't imagine making him come will be difficult when he's so keyed up.
"Ja, I'll help," he promises, even as his mind catches on thoughts of what Yussa must have been doing to try to help himself. The idea is...appealing, despite the situation. He loves to watch Yussa touch himself, and the raw need with which he must have been doing so today--
Caleb's hands meet on Yussa's chest as he makes himself concentrate on stripping away more of the archmage's layers. All of that fabric can't be comfortable when he's so warm and his skin so sensitive everywhere. Thankfully Caleb is well practiced in the removal of Yussa's garments by now, recognizing patterns even if he isn't yet familiar with every individual piece. To pacify his lover's desperation, he leans down to kiss against his neck beneath his jaw as he works, lazily raising a barely evident bruise there with teeth and tongue.
He murmurs something that sounds like gratitude at the affirmation. He wraps an elegant hand around Caleb's cock to stroke him, encouraging him to full arousal even as the younger wizard starts undressing him. He stops long enough to shrug out of layers, uncaring as the expensive fabric falls. There is both relief and torment in having his skin bare. He releases Caleb to undo the binding around his chest and he cannot help the obscene moan that escapes him as his lover's mouth presses to his neck. Trembling hands grab onto Caleb, holding his arm and his hair like he is truly the only thing keeping Yussa upright as he sucks a bruise onto his skin.
When the last layer falls, the evidence of Yussa's intense arousal is smeared across his upper thighs: he has been like this for nearly an hour.
One hand drops between them and a frustrated whimper rises in his throat as his fingers slide over and between slick folds.
"Please," he whispers, the sort of begging that Caleb has so rarely heard before. Even as he speaks, two fingers push in as if to show the other man just how urgently ready he is.
Though both of them are in a hurry for Yussa's sake, Caleb doesn't miss the chance to admire the small, elegant hand stroking him stiff, moaning softly against Yussa's throat as they work in tandem to get Yussa undressed and him ready to give him what he needs. For Caleb, it doesn't take much encouragement to get him fully hard. Not with Yussa like this.
And if he wasn't already, what Yussa reveals when his final layer slips away would certainly get him there.
"Oh, liebling," Caleb whispers, expression openly sympathetic and awed and incredibly aroused as Yussa desperately works his fingers over himself. Yussa is soaked, dripping onto his thighs, his folds flushed and swollen with arousal and slick everywhere. He's absolutely breathtaking--gorgeous, sexy, and primally appealing. Caleb wants to bury his face there and let Yussa fuck his mouth until he's come over and over on his tongue. He wants to sink his cock into that welcoming slick heat and fuck him open until Yussa can't stop trembling, and then do it again as many times as he can manage.
It has to be the latter, of course, as soon as Yussa outright pleads with him as he plunges two fingers into his cunt. Caleb isn't certain that whatever has affected Yussa isn't contagious, because he doesn't think he's ever been so turned on in his life. He leans down to cover Yussa's mouth's with his in a searing kiss. He can only imagine that after spending so long aching like this Yussa is desperate to be full, and Caleb is more than eager to fulfill that need. His hands sweep from Yussa's back down to his ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and when their kiss breaks he murmurs breathlessly, "Put your arms around my neck."
Together, surely, they'll be able to lift him onto the edge of the table, where Caleb can crowd between his thighs and rub the length of his cock along his sticky folds.
Perhaps later he will be able to fully appreciate the care Caleb is showing him now and the sweetness of his sympathy.
The kiss makes him feel weak.
He arches against the human wizard and slides his arms around his neck. He's quite petite, and however he might feel about that, it can be terribly convenient. Pressed up against the table as he is, it isn't too strenuous to get him up on the edge of it. Yussa'a thighs spread to keep Caleb up against him once he's sure their balance won't be compromised.
He reaches down between them to stroke Caleb again, fingers still wet from his cunt. He encourages him closer and a ragged moan escapes him at the barest brush of Caleb's cock against him.
The table is the perfect height with Yussa at the edge of it. Caleb pants as his hips rock slowly, and his cock is soon slick from Yussa's grip and from grinding through his folds. His rougher hands slide along the warm brown skin of Yussa's thighs, pushing them up and open wider with a grip beneath his knees.
He watches Yussa's face as he lines up and presses inside him in a single firm thrust, their shared urgency making him unwilling to draw things out when Yussa has been waiting for this. Soft wet walls drag along his cock, clutching him perfectly with just enough resistance for a satisfying stretch, and Caleb shudders, moaning softly. But it is a notably easy glide all the way in, and Caleb doesn't think he's ever felt Yussa's cunt so ready to take him from the first thrust. It means he can start fucking him in earnest right away, so he does. He mutters an appreciative curse in Zemnian, hips slapping the curve of Yussa's ass as he drives eagerly into him.
Beyond skin on skin and the wet sounds of Yussa's cunt soaking his cock, the softer noises of fabric, metal, and creaking leather remind him that he hasn't undressed at all, only opened the front of his trousers enough to get his dick out. His harness stretches across his chest and shoulders; Yussa's leg will bump his spellbook if he raises it any higher.
Yussa cries out in relief as Caleb sinks into him. He pushes his face against the other man's shoulder, trying to muffle himself. The stretch is perfect and Caleb feels so good. And he is grateful that the younger man does not wait.
His fingers curl around a strap of the harness even as he leans back more, holding tight as he tries to meet every thrust. His cheeks and chest are flushed with warmth and the difference between having Caleb filling his cunt versus trying to do it himself is night and day. The stretch is perfect.
His first orgasm happens in a dizzy rush and even Yussa is startled by it. He feels himself tighten around Caleb's cock and his back arches away from the table.
"Don't stop," he pleads, voice heavy and still edged with desperation. "Don't stop."
Yussa is so openly needy like this in a way that Caleb has never seen before, and honestly never thought he would. It's strange and enticing, hearing him cry out so loudly and cling so close, hips rolling back against him like he just can't get enough. And then, sudden enough to shock them both, he goes tight, coming seemingly just from the stretch of his cock. Which is--incredibly hot, honestly.
Caleb gasps as he fucks him through it, a little self-indulgent in the way he enjoys his cunt fluttering around him, clinging to his cock. "I won't, I won't," he promises, showering Yussa's neck and shoulders with kisses. "Just keep coming for me, schatz, you feel so good."
To avoid his bulky spellbook he hitches one of Yussa's legs higher and lowers the other gently back down, clutching at the curve of his ass instead to drag him into his thrusts. It brings them closer, and it feels like Yussa's body opens to him with just that slight change in angle, letting him rock impossibly deeper as he pushes up and in. Caleb groans, surprised and pleased, snapping his hips hard enough to make sure Yussa feels just how deep he is.
Yussa doesn't resist as their position changes and he moans Caleb's name as he sinks deeper with a sharper snap of his hips. He finds himself quite glad that the table is very heavy.
He lets go of Caleb, falling flat onto his back on top of his notes. Luckily for them, the components he'd been working with are on another table. At least, he thinks they are. Everything beyond the immediacy of what he feels is all a haze and he cannot bring himself to care about anything but the throb between his legs and the apparent balm of Caleb's cock filling him.
"Yes," he gasps out. His golden eyes close as he pants for air and a trembling hand slides down his body, almost tentative. Every part of him feels more sensitive, it stands to reason that would be, too. But he chances a stroke across his clit and nearly yelps with the sensation. Not too much, but a lot all the same. He curses in at least two languages and strokes himself again, not trying to match Caleb's rhythm but attempting to compliment it at least.
Even knowing that Yussa is out of his head with lust due to to faulty components, hearing him moan his name as he fucks deeper into him still goes straight to Caleb's cock. He still has the capacity, unlike Yussa, to double check that nothing important or dangerous has been dislodged when the archmage lays back against the desk, though Caleb does considerately try to push at least some of his notes aside as his hips continue to roll against the man under him, keeping him satisfied.
He is breathtakingly gorgeous laid out like this, flushed, panting, and the picture of desperate arousal. Caleb, panting himself, fucks him soundly as he confirms how much he likes it and slides a hand down his body to carefully stroke himself, so sensitive it startles him--both of them, really. He lets Yussa handle that for now, worried that it would be too much if he attempted it himself. But keeping his cunt full is easy. Their size difference is especially obvious like this, as Caleb watches the way his entrance stretches around his cock. He makes sure the smaller man takes every inch with each thrust, which really must feel like a lot.
Caleb also finds the gentle bounce of Yussa's small breasts enthralling. He's always loved his breasts, though he's kept that thought to himself given the effort Yussa goes to to bind them. But he's certainly shown his appreciation in other ways, as he does now. Making sure the elf's slender leg is secure over his shoulder, his hands are free to cover Yussa's chest, fingers plucking at stiffened nipples as he enjoys the softness beneath his palms.
Yussa's mouth hangs open as he pants for breath. He leaves his hand where it is, not quite stroking himself but allowing just enough pressure that he gets a bit of friction every time Caleb pushes into him.
The younger man has never made Yussa feel truly uncertain about any part of himself, embracing the reality of his body without hesitation and savoring it in every encounter. And so while he still might bind his breasts, he still enjoys the pleasure attention there can bring him.
His free hand drops to grip the edge of the table as Caleb's calloused fingers tease and pluck and pinch his nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure straight through him. Caleb's hands are big enough on Yussa's body to almost cover his breasts entirely with a bit of effort. He can feel another orgasm building, body trembling as Caleb's cock fills him over and over. He has never felt this overcome before, he can't think, only feel as need claws through him.
Caleb has had the privilege of feeling Yussa come around him enough to recognize the way his body trembles and tightens now. He is barely touching his clit, yet he looks absolutely wrecked, like the pleasure is almost too much to bear. Caleb keeps him spread open on his cock with firm, steady thrusts that push deep, all the way to the base with an indulgent grind to rub at swollen, hot flesh. Everything is slick, Yussa is wet enough to drip onto the table, and the rhythmic sound as Caleb fucks his soaked cunt is obscene and arousing, loud enough to fill the room along with the soft noises Caleb can't help.
Keeping a handle on his own pleasure is difficult when the mere sight of Yussa sends a wave of heat through him, but it's important that he be able fulfill his lover's needs. As incredible as the other man feels and looks, that determination is the only thing keeping him from finding a swift orgasm too.
The way he fondles and squeezes his breasts is a little on the rougher side, far from treating Yussa as delicate, but Caleb leans over him to brush a sweet kiss against his forehead, then his ear before he draws back.
"That's right, take what you need, schatz," he encourages softly. "Just let it feel good. I have you, I am not going anywhere." It must have been awful, being here alone for so long experiencing something so intense without any relief. Caleb wants to reassure him that he'll be all right, that he won't leave him, no matter how long that takes. It's certainly no chore to have a beautiful man beneath him so desperate for his cock.
The rough fondling earns Caleb another wave of tension and Yussa moans helplessly. The kiss is tender in the face of the raw need tearing through him. If he were more in his right mind, Yussa would be impressed by Caleb's determination.
As it is, he can't tell now if his focus is still compromised by the aphrodisiac effect or now by the euphoria of coming twice in short order. Given that he doesn't feel finished, it might be the former. His hand slides over one if Caleb's, encouraging a firm squeeze that takes the breath from him. The other hand reaches somewhat uselessly for Caleb's hip. It takes another few ragged breaths before Yussa can summon the words he wants. His mind goes in two different directions at once.
"I--get me off of the table," he manages. It wouldn't be so bad if this were a one-and-done sort of thing, but it's increasingly obvious that it isn't going to be a quick... recovery. The workroom has a wide chaise - similar to others throughout the tower - where he trances. They've even fooled around there before. But he wonders--
Could he even muster a spell right now? It's purely verbal and one he knows well. And he can't ask Caleb to cast it. In a fit of impulse, Yussa whipers the verbal elements of teleport. The landing is not as smooth as it could be and Yussa gasps sharply as Caleb pushes hard against him as they appear... in a bed. Yussa's bed, in Yussa's bedchamber: a room Caleb has not been privy to before now.
There isn't enough time after Yussa's demand; Caleb barely has a few seconds to start figuring out how he's going to get them both to the chaise before he hears very familiar whispered words and feels the surge of arcane energy around them. He knows the momentary lurch of teleporting very well, but he isn't prepared to go from standing to...sprawling, really, over Yussa. His hands manage to brace against the soft surface under them to catch himself, but that doesn't stop him from sinking hard into the man beneath him. Their gasp is practically simultaneous. It feels like his pulse has just jumped up ten degrees, which is saying something.
Ascertaining where they are is easy, at least, once the shock of unexpectedly being shifted through space wears off. He's never seen this room before, but they are in a large, luxurious bed, and it stands to reason that this must be Yussa's own bedchamber. Somewhat ridiculously, he notes that he is still wearing his boots, and they are now on Yussa's very nice bedsheets.
"That was remarkably accurate," he says with a single soft huff of stunned laughter. With Yussa in this state that spell could easily have gone awry. It was a risky maneuver. That is at least part of the reason it turns Caleb on so much. He's never had anyone perform high level magic while he was inside them before, let alone for the sole purpose of getting them to a more comfortable place to fuck. "But I think we should leave the casting to me from here, Master Errenis." The rush of fondness he feels is apparent in his smile, wry and amused.
Though he feels the tremors of Yussa's last orgasm around him still, a heady temptation to pick up where they'd left off, Caleb hasn't started moving again yet. After levering himself up to a kneel, he caresses Yussa's hip almost absently as he gives the room a more thorough glance, unable to resist the pull of his own curiosity about not only a new room within this tower of arcane wonders, but also a space so personal to Yussa. Like the rest of Tidepeak, it is expectedly beautiful and opulent.
Yussa doesn't answer right away, panting from his effort and the deep push of Caleb's cock and the weight of the other man sprawled over him. The latter soon eases as Caleb regains himself enough to tease him. Yussa can hear the dry amusement and it is probably best if he does leave any further casting to his lover. He us hoping, however, that they will not need such an effort again.
The room itself is well-appointed, each piece exquisitely crafted and seemingly designed for its place here. It is more simple in its appearance than other rooms, and if it has any of the odds and ends of spell work or arcane research that have found their way into other parts of the tower, they are put away. There are books in a small case near the bed, and a desk on the far side with nothing currently on its surface. The lanterns burn with low, warm light and cast filigree shadows over the room. Through the lattice work windows behind the bed, Caleb might catch the last of the sunset and a cool breeze comes off the ocean. It is not difficult to imagine this as a restful place, but Yussa is uninterested in resting now.
He moves beneath Caleb, as if trying to remind the human wizard that his cock is still buried in Yussa's cunt. The bare friction earns a soft moan and he can feel heat rise in him again, flustered with unslaked arousal.
That certainly gets his attention, though Yussa had never truly lost it. How could he? Caleb's gaze falls back to the absolutely stunning elven wizard grinding impatiently against him, and even those small movements stir the hot embers of his own arousal into a healthy flame again. Is it uncharitable of him to like the sound of his name said that way?
"Es tut mir Leid," Caleb apologizes gently, and rocks his hips obligingly. Both hands find a stronger grip on Yussa's hips as he shifts his knees a little further apart for more stability. "I am not neglecting you. Your home just continues to amaze me--as do you. For creating it and allowing me in. For trusting me."
He sets a faster pace of firm but shallow thrusts, gladly using the new leverage he has in this position to pull Yussa onto his cock as he presses deep. Taking Yussa on his workroom table has been thrilling, but this is more satisfying, in no small part because he is fucking him in his own bed for the first time.
"And for how you look right now," Caleb continues, voice lowering, breathier. His gaze is heavy, taking in the powerful, beautiful, desperately aroused man beneath him with an almost reverent wonder. The slick sound of his cock filling Yussa's cunt returns with a different rhythm. "Is this what you need, liebling? Gods, you always make me want to give you everything you desire."
Yussa takes a sharper breath as Caleb grips his hips and pulls him closer. The benefit now is there is no risk of making a table move (though the risk was low to begin with) and there is no risk of knocking anything off it or of Yussa's body sliding against it uncomfortably. They have a bed now - quite a good one - and plenty of room. The only response Caleb's breathless consolation gets is a moan as the man moves faster.
There have been plenty of times in his two centuries of life that Yussa has been made to feel helpless in one way or another. Caleb, perhaps impressively, has been privy to two of the more dire moments. This is a far cry from being trapped in the Folding Halls, but there is still a frustration to it: he is not entirely in control of himself. He cannot wholly articulate himself with any sense of consistency. But Caleb is here, once again, performing quite admirably to help him.
With a delirious sort of awe, he can feel that peak building again. In the far back of his mind, there is a worried thought that he will reach a point in which the balance shifts. He might still feel the effects of the components, but his body might not be able to meet that demand. They can cross that bridge if they get there.
A trembling hand grips at Caleb's thigh where his pants have bunched. He holds as tight as he can, trying to ground himself.
Knowing that Yussa is far less able to communicate his needs than usual, Caleb is especially attentive. The hand on his thigh earns his notice immediately, and he sees in Yussa's face his struggle to say something. As soon as he manages to voice it, Caleb obediently slows. His thrusts become longer and fuller, more deliberate in the way he pulls out and slides back in.
To meet Yussa's second request his hands have to leave his hips to brace against the bed again, and he lowers himself slowly to his forearms, wincing just a little when the sole of his boot scrapes across the sheets. He keeps himself just far enough from Yussa that the rough leather and metal and fabric of his clothing won't touch his sensitive skin, apart from where his trousers scratch unavoidably against his inner thighs. But he's close, covering the smaller man with his body. He easily indulges himself with a few kisses beneath Yussa's ear and down along his neck.
Yussa slides his arms around Caleb's shoulders as soon as he's close enough. One pushes into his hair and the other grips Caleb's shirt and the back of his book harness. It occurs to him that he should give this man a chance to undress, but he can't tolerate the idea of him pulling away long enough to do it. He trembles as warm kisses brush over his neck.
"Yes," he breathes. His knees press against the other man's sides and the slower pace gives Yussa moment to try to pull himself together. Maybe it won't work, but it's worth a try. And there is something comforting in being covered and held. The slower pace doesn't quite stop the onslaught of arousal, but it--it feels just slightly more manageable.
"A-are you--mm--" Yussa whimpers and tension ripples through him. Not quite there yet, but it is building again whether he wants it or not. "Are you... all right?"
There. That feels like a small victory in itself. He's vaguely aware that Caleb was quite worried when he arrived and Yussa will apologize for that when he's able. But, he's also cognizant, mostly, of the fact that he's had a few orgasms already and Caleb has been terribly patient.
Caleb is glad for the change when Yussa's arms go around him, sighing happily as his hand slides into his hair and the other grips his harness, holding onto him. He likes this closeness a lot, how they fold into each other and fit together, though he wishes they could be skin to skin. Still, there is something undeniably appealing about having Yussa bare under him while he is fully dressed, and his book holster apparently serves quite well as a hand hold.
As Yussa tries to speak again Caleb listens, careful not to change the way he pushes into him on the chance that it would distract him further. His own breath hitches as he feels the effects of that tension on Yussa's body, but the elven wizard is able to get the words out before long, and Caleb is struck by how sweet it is that he'd struggled to ask about him while he is in this state.
"Ja, don't worry about me," he assures warmly, and presses an affectionate kiss to Yussa's jaw. "Unfortunately I doubt that I will last as long as this effect, but I am trying."
The teleportation had helped, honestly, with interrupting the rising tension he was feeling, but now it is building again. Resisting is a conscious effort, and ultimately impossible. For Yussa's sake he can't stop, which is normally how he would keep himself in check. Caleb might follow Yussa's instruction on how he wishes to be fucked, but it all feels good to him. It's increasingly difficult not to lose himself in Yussa's wet heat, plush and soft and gripping him tight.
Yussa lays his head back and lets his eyes close for a moment. His hand moves to caress across Caleb's cheek in an affectionate gesture. And, for the first time since Caleb arrived, a flicker of a smile flashes across his face.
"You are of more use than just your cock," he quips. Even if Caleb comes, he has very clever hands and a very dedicated mouth, as Yussa well knows, and a desire to please that is second to none. He opens his eyes again and tugs Caleb down into a proper kiss, trying to offer affection to temper the demands of his body.
Soon his hands move again, first to loosen the book harness a bit so that Caleb can shrug it off - it needn't go far, the bed is big enough that the precious cargo won't fall off should they get more rowdy. Yussa leaves getting the harness off the rest of the way to Caleb so that he can attempt to unbutton his shirt instead. That is more difficult and he gives up before the halfway mark. He feels delirious as he tightens around Caleb.
"Ah--" A frustrated whine escapes his throat and, despite his efforts to be more in control of himself, he ends up dragging at Caleb as he rocks his hips up. So much for trying to properly undress his lover. "H-harder, Caleb. I'm sorry--please--"
That smile makes Caleb smile, and there's a soft huff of a laugh that goes with it as Yussa assures him he has other uses. "Good to hear." It feels a little more like how it usually does when they have sex as Yussa pulls him into a kiss with more affection than desperation for the first time today.
The brand new determination to undress him seems like Yussa doing his best to concentrate on something, and Caleb indulges him, helping where he can. He sits up for just long enough for his harness to slide off his shoulders so he can set it carefully aside on the bed as far as he can reach. As he attempts his shirt, Caleb can see that concentration waning and feel his body tightening. Yussa is urgently pulling at him a moment later as that raw need sweeps him up again. Their hips rock together in counterpoint as Yussa tries both to get what he needs and to encourage him to give him more. Caleb tries to gather him close now that he isn't wearing his books, hoping proximity might help to soothe him too. Still, he can't help finding that desperation arousing, especially as Yussa instructs, apologizes, and pleads with him all in one as his cunt gets deliciously tighter. Caleb feels his cock throb heavily inside him, and a hot wave of sensation courses through him.
"It's okay," he assures breathlessly, lips hovering near the elf's ear as he puts more force behind his thrusts, and for his own sake speeds them up again just a little. The way Yussa tremors and squeezes around his cock feels too good, like his cunt is intentionally pulling him in, and it's going to feel even better when he comes. "I can feel how close you are, Yussa. Let go, it's okay."
Yussa moans sharply and drags at Caleb as the man fucks him harder, a little faster. He closes his eyes as the other man spears against his ear, encouraging him and offering sweet reassurance. There is no trying to hold it back now. Once Caleb establishes a firm rhythm, Yussa tries to meet it like he could possibly get this man any deeper.
That building wave finally breaks and Yussa curls beneath Caleb as the delicious ripple of tension rolls through him. The pleasure wipes every thought from his mind and all he can do is hold on to the man above him as he gets tight again around the cock buried inside him. Caleb feels so good and this feels like the first chance all day that he's had the presence of mind to truly appreciate that.
"Caleb..." he sighs, delirious as he speaks his lover's name in relief and gratitude. A few other words tumble deliriously out of his mouth but none of them are in Common.
As Yussa moans and writhes under him, Caleb doesn't hold back either. He drives harder into him, breath coming in harsher gasps, and then he feels the tension in Yussa's body as he twists against him and hits the peak he's been building toward. The way he clenches around him almost in waves is unmistakable, and Caleb groans into his neck. He feels incredible, hot wet walls dragging against his cock like his cunt was made to fit him.
He doesn't slow, even as his heart stirs with answering affection when Yussa says his name that way. Caleb is burning up with the arousal he's been denying. His forearms support him on the bed and one hand cradles the back of Yussa's head, fingers threading gently through his hair in contrast to the almost rough snap of his hips.
"Sorry," he gasps. His turn to apologize, apparently. "Sorry, I am--scheisse, I want to come inside you." He's so close to it, mouthing distractedly against his elven lover's throat as he fucks him. Yussa has been so shamelessly desperate for his cock, how could he do anything else?
"Yes," he pants, voice heavy as Caleb moves more urgently against him. Anything less is unacceptable: anything else would require that Caleb pull out of him, and even with the relief of his orgasm, Yussa doesn't want to lose him just yet. "Yes."
He wishes he could muster something more articulate, something better for Caleb, but that permission - demand - is all he can manage. Yussa tries to push his hips up in case his point has not been thoroughly made, encouraging every deep thrust. One hand stays on Caleb's arm as the other tries to reach further to grab at the bunched fabric of the other man's trousers, as if he might somehow drag him closer still.
"Fill me," he murmurs, barely registering his own words. "Give it to me."
Even if Yussa wasn't so readily urging him on, Caleb would find it all but impossible to hold back. Not after he's been doing it practically since he found Yussa there in his workroom, since he saw how wet and open and ready he was. Yussa makes it even easier to press deep inside him as he lifts his hips, and Caleb moans. He only needs this, just a little more. He pushes himself up on his arms just enough to see Yussa under him, his gold eyes dark and his warm brown skin flushed. He's breathtaking, and he wants it so badly he's clawing at his clothes to get him closer.
Caleb kisses him once, too breathless to sustain it. His own skin is red and hot, his flush disappears beneath his half-opened shirt and his hair slips out of its tie. He falls out of rhythm, hips rolling in hard, smooth thrusts as he chases his building orgasm, the fulfillment of emptying himself in the elven wizard's needy cunt.
It happens without much warning; his hips stutter and shove roughly down, pinning Yussa's to the bed and burying his cock to the hilt as it throbs, coating those tight walls with his seed in thick pulses. Pleasure crashes through him, powerful and dizzying, almost enough to make him unaware of the way he moans Yussa's name again and again. It's so good, all the more intense for being drawn out, and he fills his lover to the brim.
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He wants his head clear. Caleb had surmised as much. And he thinks--he hopes--he'll be able to satisfy him well enough for that even this state. He can't imagine making him come will be difficult when he's so keyed up.
"Ja, I'll help," he promises, even as his mind catches on thoughts of what Yussa must have been doing to try to help himself. The idea is...appealing, despite the situation. He loves to watch Yussa touch himself, and the raw need with which he must have been doing so today--
Caleb's hands meet on Yussa's chest as he makes himself concentrate on stripping away more of the archmage's layers. All of that fabric can't be comfortable when he's so warm and his skin so sensitive everywhere. Thankfully Caleb is well practiced in the removal of Yussa's garments by now, recognizing patterns even if he isn't yet familiar with every individual piece. To pacify his lover's desperation, he leans down to kiss against his neck beneath his jaw as he works, lazily raising a barely evident bruise there with teeth and tongue.
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When the last layer falls, the evidence of Yussa's intense arousal is smeared across his upper thighs: he has been like this for nearly an hour.
One hand drops between them and a frustrated whimper rises in his throat as his fingers slide over and between slick folds.
"Please," he whispers, the sort of begging that Caleb has so rarely heard before. Even as he speaks, two fingers push in as if to show the other man just how urgently ready he is.
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And if he wasn't already, what Yussa reveals when his final layer slips away would certainly get him there.
"Oh, liebling," Caleb whispers, expression openly sympathetic and awed and incredibly aroused as Yussa desperately works his fingers over himself. Yussa is soaked, dripping onto his thighs, his folds flushed and swollen with arousal and slick everywhere. He's absolutely breathtaking--gorgeous, sexy, and primally appealing. Caleb wants to bury his face there and let Yussa fuck his mouth until he's come over and over on his tongue. He wants to sink his cock into that welcoming slick heat and fuck him open until Yussa can't stop trembling, and then do it again as many times as he can manage.
It has to be the latter, of course, as soon as Yussa outright pleads with him as he plunges two fingers into his cunt. Caleb isn't certain that whatever has affected Yussa isn't contagious, because he doesn't think he's ever been so turned on in his life. He leans down to cover Yussa's mouth's with his in a searing kiss. He can only imagine that after spending so long aching like this Yussa is desperate to be full, and Caleb is more than eager to fulfill that need. His hands sweep from Yussa's back down to his ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and when their kiss breaks he murmurs breathlessly, "Put your arms around my neck."
Together, surely, they'll be able to lift him onto the edge of the table, where Caleb can crowd between his thighs and rub the length of his cock along his sticky folds.
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The kiss makes him feel weak.
He arches against the human wizard and slides his arms around his neck. He's quite petite, and however he might feel about that, it can be terribly convenient. Pressed up against the table as he is, it isn't too strenuous to get him up on the edge of it. Yussa'a thighs spread to keep Caleb up against him once he's sure their balance won't be compromised.
He reaches down between them to stroke Caleb again, fingers still wet from his cunt. He encourages him closer and a ragged moan escapes him at the barest brush of Caleb's cock against him.
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He watches Yussa's face as he lines up and presses inside him in a single firm thrust, their shared urgency making him unwilling to draw things out when Yussa has been waiting for this. Soft wet walls drag along his cock, clutching him perfectly with just enough resistance for a satisfying stretch, and Caleb shudders, moaning softly. But it is a notably easy glide all the way in, and Caleb doesn't think he's ever felt Yussa's cunt so ready to take him from the first thrust. It means he can start fucking him in earnest right away, so he does. He mutters an appreciative curse in Zemnian, hips slapping the curve of Yussa's ass as he drives eagerly into him.
Beyond skin on skin and the wet sounds of Yussa's cunt soaking his cock, the softer noises of fabric, metal, and creaking leather remind him that he hasn't undressed at all, only opened the front of his trousers enough to get his dick out. His harness stretches across his chest and shoulders; Yussa's leg will bump his spellbook if he raises it any higher.
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His fingers curl around a strap of the harness even as he leans back more, holding tight as he tries to meet every thrust. His cheeks and chest are flushed with warmth and the difference between having Caleb filling his cunt versus trying to do it himself is night and day. The stretch is perfect.
His first orgasm happens in a dizzy rush and even Yussa is startled by it. He feels himself tighten around Caleb's cock and his back arches away from the table.
"Don't stop," he pleads, voice heavy and still edged with desperation. "Don't stop."
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Caleb gasps as he fucks him through it, a little self-indulgent in the way he enjoys his cunt fluttering around him, clinging to his cock. "I won't, I won't," he promises, showering Yussa's neck and shoulders with kisses. "Just keep coming for me, schatz, you feel so good."
To avoid his bulky spellbook he hitches one of Yussa's legs higher and lowers the other gently back down, clutching at the curve of his ass instead to drag him into his thrusts. It brings them closer, and it feels like Yussa's body opens to him with just that slight change in angle, letting him rock impossibly deeper as he pushes up and in. Caleb groans, surprised and pleased, snapping his hips hard enough to make sure Yussa feels just how deep he is.
"Do you like that?" he pants, keeping pace.
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He lets go of Caleb, falling flat onto his back on top of his notes. Luckily for them, the components he'd been working with are on another table. At least, he thinks they are. Everything beyond the immediacy of what he feels is all a haze and he cannot bring himself to care about anything but the throb between his legs and the apparent balm of Caleb's cock filling him.
"Yes," he gasps out. His golden eyes close as he pants for air and a trembling hand slides down his body, almost tentative. Every part of him feels more sensitive, it stands to reason that would be, too. But he chances a stroke across his clit and nearly yelps with the sensation. Not too much, but a lot all the same. He curses in at least two languages and strokes himself again, not trying to match Caleb's rhythm but attempting to compliment it at least.
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He is breathtakingly gorgeous laid out like this, flushed, panting, and the picture of desperate arousal. Caleb, panting himself, fucks him soundly as he confirms how much he likes it and slides a hand down his body to carefully stroke himself, so sensitive it startles him--both of them, really. He lets Yussa handle that for now, worried that it would be too much if he attempted it himself. But keeping his cunt full is easy. Their size difference is especially obvious like this, as Caleb watches the way his entrance stretches around his cock. He makes sure the smaller man takes every inch with each thrust, which really must feel like a lot.
Caleb also finds the gentle bounce of Yussa's small breasts enthralling. He's always loved his breasts, though he's kept that thought to himself given the effort Yussa goes to to bind them. But he's certainly shown his appreciation in other ways, as he does now. Making sure the elf's slender leg is secure over his shoulder, his hands are free to cover Yussa's chest, fingers plucking at stiffened nipples as he enjoys the softness beneath his palms.
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The younger man has never made Yussa feel truly uncertain about any part of himself, embracing the reality of his body without hesitation and savoring it in every encounter. And so while he still might bind his breasts, he still enjoys the pleasure attention there can bring him.
His free hand drops to grip the edge of the table as Caleb's calloused fingers tease and pluck and pinch his nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure straight through him. Caleb's hands are big enough on Yussa's body to almost cover his breasts entirely with a bit of effort. He can feel another orgasm building, body trembling as Caleb's cock fills him over and over. He has never felt this overcome before, he can't think, only feel as need claws through him.
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Keeping a handle on his own pleasure is difficult when the mere sight of Yussa sends a wave of heat through him, but it's important that he be able fulfill his lover's needs. As incredible as the other man feels and looks, that determination is the only thing keeping him from finding a swift orgasm too.
The way he fondles and squeezes his breasts is a little on the rougher side, far from treating Yussa as delicate, but Caleb leans over him to brush a sweet kiss against his forehead, then his ear before he draws back.
"That's right, take what you need, schatz," he encourages softly. "Just let it feel good. I have you, I am not going anywhere." It must have been awful, being here alone for so long experiencing something so intense without any relief. Caleb wants to reassure him that he'll be all right, that he won't leave him, no matter how long that takes. It's certainly no chore to have a beautiful man beneath him so desperate for his cock.
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As it is, he can't tell now if his focus is still compromised by the aphrodisiac effect or now by the euphoria of coming twice in short order. Given that he doesn't feel finished, it might be the former. His hand slides over one if Caleb's, encouraging a firm squeeze that takes the breath from him. The other hand reaches somewhat uselessly for Caleb's hip. It takes another few ragged breaths before Yussa can summon the words he wants. His mind goes in two different directions at once.
"I--get me off of the table," he manages. It wouldn't be so bad if this were a one-and-done sort of thing, but it's increasingly obvious that it isn't going to be a quick... recovery. The workroom has a wide chaise - similar to others throughout the tower - where he trances. They've even fooled around there before. But he wonders--
Could he even muster a spell right now? It's purely verbal and one he knows well. And he can't ask Caleb to cast it. In a fit of impulse, Yussa whipers the verbal elements of teleport. The landing is not as smooth as it could be and Yussa gasps sharply as Caleb pushes hard against him as they appear... in a bed. Yussa's bed, in Yussa's bedchamber: a room Caleb has not been privy to before now.
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Ascertaining where they are is easy, at least, once the shock of unexpectedly being shifted through space wears off. He's never seen this room before, but they are in a large, luxurious bed, and it stands to reason that this must be Yussa's own bedchamber. Somewhat ridiculously, he notes that he is still wearing his boots, and they are now on Yussa's very nice bedsheets.
"That was remarkably accurate," he says with a single soft huff of stunned laughter. With Yussa in this state that spell could easily have gone awry. It was a risky maneuver. That is at least part of the reason it turns Caleb on so much. He's never had anyone perform high level magic while he was inside them before, let alone for the sole purpose of getting them to a more comfortable place to fuck. "But I think we should leave the casting to me from here, Master Errenis." The rush of fondness he feels is apparent in his smile, wry and amused.
Though he feels the tremors of Yussa's last orgasm around him still, a heady temptation to pick up where they'd left off, Caleb hasn't started moving again yet. After levering himself up to a kneel, he caresses Yussa's hip almost absently as he gives the room a more thorough glance, unable to resist the pull of his own curiosity about not only a new room within this tower of arcane wonders, but also a space so personal to Yussa. Like the rest of Tidepeak, it is expectedly beautiful and opulent.
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The room itself is well-appointed, each piece exquisitely crafted and seemingly designed for its place here. It is more simple in its appearance than other rooms, and if it has any of the odds and ends of spell work or arcane research that have found their way into other parts of the tower, they are put away. There are books in a small case near the bed, and a desk on the far side with nothing currently on its surface. The lanterns burn with low, warm light and cast filigree shadows over the room. Through the lattice work windows behind the bed, Caleb might catch the last of the sunset and a cool breeze comes off the ocean. It is not difficult to imagine this as a restful place, but Yussa is uninterested in resting now.
He moves beneath Caleb, as if trying to remind the human wizard that his cock is still buried in Yussa's cunt. The bare friction earns a soft moan and he can feel heat rise in him again, flustered with unslaked arousal.
"Caleb," he murmurs, voice quietly strained.
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"Es tut mir Leid," Caleb apologizes gently, and rocks his hips obligingly. Both hands find a stronger grip on Yussa's hips as he shifts his knees a little further apart for more stability. "I am not neglecting you. Your home just continues to amaze me--as do you. For creating it and allowing me in. For trusting me."
He sets a faster pace of firm but shallow thrusts, gladly using the new leverage he has in this position to pull Yussa onto his cock as he presses deep. Taking Yussa on his workroom table has been thrilling, but this is more satisfying, in no small part because he is fucking him in his own bed for the first time.
"And for how you look right now," Caleb continues, voice lowering, breathier. His gaze is heavy, taking in the powerful, beautiful, desperately aroused man beneath him with an almost reverent wonder. The slick sound of his cock filling Yussa's cunt returns with a different rhythm. "Is this what you need, liebling? Gods, you always make me want to give you everything you desire."
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There have been plenty of times in his two centuries of life that Yussa has been made to feel helpless in one way or another. Caleb, perhaps impressively, has been privy to two of the more dire moments. This is a far cry from being trapped in the Folding Halls, but there is still a frustration to it: he is not entirely in control of himself. He cannot wholly articulate himself with any sense of consistency. But Caleb is here, once again, performing quite admirably to help him.
With a delirious sort of awe, he can feel that peak building again. In the far back of his mind, there is a worried thought that he will reach a point in which the balance shifts. He might still feel the effects of the components, but his body might not be able to meet that demand. They can cross that bridge if they get there.
A trembling hand grips at Caleb's thigh where his pants have bunched. He holds as tight as he can, trying to ground himself.
"S-slower," he manages at last. "Come here."
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To meet Yussa's second request his hands have to leave his hips to brace against the bed again, and he lowers himself slowly to his forearms, wincing just a little when the sole of his boot scrapes across the sheets. He keeps himself just far enough from Yussa that the rough leather and metal and fabric of his clothing won't touch his sensitive skin, apart from where his trousers scratch unavoidably against his inner thighs. But he's close, covering the smaller man with his body. He easily indulges himself with a few kisses beneath Yussa's ear and down along his neck.
"Like this?"
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"Yes," he breathes. His knees press against the other man's sides and the slower pace gives Yussa moment to try to pull himself together. Maybe it won't work, but it's worth a try. And there is something comforting in being covered and held. The slower pace doesn't quite stop the onslaught of arousal, but it--it feels just slightly more manageable.
"A-are you--mm--" Yussa whimpers and tension ripples through him. Not quite there yet, but it is building again whether he wants it or not. "Are you... all right?"
There. That feels like a small victory in itself. He's vaguely aware that Caleb was quite worried when he arrived and Yussa will apologize for that when he's able. But, he's also cognizant, mostly, of the fact that he's had a few orgasms already and Caleb has been terribly patient.
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As Yussa tries to speak again Caleb listens, careful not to change the way he pushes into him on the chance that it would distract him further. His own breath hitches as he feels the effects of that tension on Yussa's body, but the elven wizard is able to get the words out before long, and Caleb is struck by how sweet it is that he'd struggled to ask about him while he is in this state.
"Ja, don't worry about me," he assures warmly, and presses an affectionate kiss to Yussa's jaw. "Unfortunately I doubt that I will last as long as this effect, but I am trying."
The teleportation had helped, honestly, with interrupting the rising tension he was feeling, but now it is building again. Resisting is a conscious effort, and ultimately impossible. For Yussa's sake he can't stop, which is normally how he would keep himself in check. Caleb might follow Yussa's instruction on how he wishes to be fucked, but it all feels good to him. It's increasingly difficult not to lose himself in Yussa's wet heat, plush and soft and gripping him tight.
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"You are of more use than just your cock," he quips. Even if Caleb comes, he has very clever hands and a very dedicated mouth, as Yussa well knows, and a desire to please that is second to none. He opens his eyes again and tugs Caleb down into a proper kiss, trying to offer affection to temper the demands of his body.
Soon his hands move again, first to loosen the book harness a bit so that Caleb can shrug it off - it needn't go far, the bed is big enough that the precious cargo won't fall off should they get more rowdy. Yussa leaves getting the harness off the rest of the way to Caleb so that he can attempt to unbutton his shirt instead. That is more difficult and he gives up before the halfway mark. He feels delirious as he tightens around Caleb.
"Ah--" A frustrated whine escapes his throat and, despite his efforts to be more in control of himself, he ends up dragging at Caleb as he rocks his hips up. So much for trying to properly undress his lover. "H-harder, Caleb. I'm sorry--please--"
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The brand new determination to undress him seems like Yussa doing his best to concentrate on something, and Caleb indulges him, helping where he can. He sits up for just long enough for his harness to slide off his shoulders so he can set it carefully aside on the bed as far as he can reach. As he attempts his shirt, Caleb can see that concentration waning and feel his body tightening. Yussa is urgently pulling at him a moment later as that raw need sweeps him up again. Their hips rock together in counterpoint as Yussa tries both to get what he needs and to encourage him to give him more. Caleb tries to gather him close now that he isn't wearing his books, hoping proximity might help to soothe him too. Still, he can't help finding that desperation arousing, especially as Yussa instructs, apologizes, and pleads with him all in one as his cunt gets deliciously tighter. Caleb feels his cock throb heavily inside him, and a hot wave of sensation courses through him.
"It's okay," he assures breathlessly, lips hovering near the elf's ear as he puts more force behind his thrusts, and for his own sake speeds them up again just a little. The way Yussa tremors and squeezes around his cock feels too good, like his cunt is intentionally pulling him in, and it's going to feel even better when he comes. "I can feel how close you are, Yussa. Let go, it's okay."
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That building wave finally breaks and Yussa curls beneath Caleb as the delicious ripple of tension rolls through him. The pleasure wipes every thought from his mind and all he can do is hold on to the man above him as he gets tight again around the cock buried inside him. Caleb feels so good and this feels like the first chance all day that he's had the presence of mind to truly appreciate that.
"Caleb..." he sighs, delirious as he speaks his lover's name in relief and gratitude. A few other words tumble deliriously out of his mouth but none of them are in Common.
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He doesn't slow, even as his heart stirs with answering affection when Yussa says his name that way. Caleb is burning up with the arousal he's been denying. His forearms support him on the bed and one hand cradles the back of Yussa's head, fingers threading gently through his hair in contrast to the almost rough snap of his hips.
"Sorry," he gasps. His turn to apologize, apparently. "Sorry, I am--scheisse, I want to come inside you." He's so close to it, mouthing distractedly against his elven lover's throat as he fucks him. Yussa has been so shamelessly desperate for his cock, how could he do anything else?
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He wishes he could muster something more articulate, something better for Caleb, but that permission - demand - is all he can manage. Yussa tries to push his hips up in case his point has not been thoroughly made, encouraging every deep thrust. One hand stays on Caleb's arm as the other tries to reach further to grab at the bunched fabric of the other man's trousers, as if he might somehow drag him closer still.
"Fill me," he murmurs, barely registering his own words. "Give it to me."
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Caleb kisses him once, too breathless to sustain it. His own skin is red and hot, his flush disappears beneath his half-opened shirt and his hair slips out of its tie. He falls out of rhythm, hips rolling in hard, smooth thrusts as he chases his building orgasm, the fulfillment of emptying himself in the elven wizard's needy cunt.
It happens without much warning; his hips stutter and shove roughly down, pinning Yussa's to the bed and burying his cock to the hilt as it throbs, coating those tight walls with his seed in thick pulses. Pleasure crashes through him, powerful and dizzying, almost enough to make him unaware of the way he moans Yussa's name again and again. It's so good, all the more intense for being drawn out, and he fills his lover to the brim.
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