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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.

"Like this?"

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.

Even in his haze, there is still something deeply satisfying in feeling a lover fall to pieces. Caleb, in particular, is lovely when it happens. The flush in his face and chest, the gasping mantra of Yussa's name falling from his lips, and the rough strength of him as he lets his tenuous grip on his self-control go. Yussa shivers through it, feeling another roil of pleasure himself as Caleb finishes in him with grinding thrusts. He swears he can feel the man's cock throb with release, or maybe it's just his fevered imagination.

He slumps back against the bed, panting and too-heavy as Caleb holds onto him. His hands weaken, slowly falling from wherever they were holding on in the first place. For the first time since the damn reaction, Yussa feels vaguely in control of himself, his body momentarily quiet.

At some point, he reaches up to stroke his fingers through Caleb's hair, pushing it back from his face in an attempt to gather it again, though he's not quite sure what happened to the tie holding it.

As the clouds finally part for Yussa for the time being, Caleb is having his own moment of quietly putting the pieces of himself back together after a spectacular shattering. The residual pleasure still hums through his nerves and his head feels light. Yussa relaxes, and he does too, catching his breath.

The fingers threading through his hair earn a contented smile and a pleased hum, and when Caleb realizes the other wizard is trying to pull it back for him again, he becomes aware enough of his surroundings to also wonder where the tie has gone. "Ah, thank you," he murmurs, slightly bashful despite the circumstances. His hair won't stay that way, but the thought is nice. "Should I...?" His voice wavers slightly as his hips shift to start withdrawing his gradually softening cock, and a not insignificant amount of slick and seed with it. He asks only because there have been a few occasions where he hasn't pulled out for quite some time after, and Yussa has liked it that way. Today it's all a matter of what would satisfy him best.

Yussa breathes a quiet sigh and tries to consider his answer. There is part of him that is reluctant to let Caleb pull out of him, but... perhaps it would be better if he did? He doesn't know if it would becoming a delirious cycle of arousal spurred by just feeling him or if it will hold off the next wave.

But, given the way Caleb arrived and what he's been put through since then, Yussa thinks he should at least have a chance to get comfortable. He caresses Caleb's cheek, then his hand slides down to give the man's chest a gentle push.

"Undress, at least," he murmurs, a bit tired but no longer desperately inarticulate. A faint smile tugs his mouth. "And put your books somewhere safer." There are plenty of places that aren't the edge of Yussa's bed.

It is incredibly encouraging to hear Yussa speak in full sentences, even if they are short ones. "Okay," Caleb agrees with a breathy chuckle, already levering himself up to a kneel at the encouraging push. His hair falls loose back around his shoulders. "If you really want to look at me, I will not deny you."

He eases slowly out of the clinging wet heat of Yussa's body, mindful that he is likely very sensitive, and hopes it doesn't leave him feeling empty or unsatisfied. But it seems that the immediate overwhelming need has passed, or at least abated for the moment. Caleb walks on his knees to the edge of the bed, where he swings his legs off to finally remove his boots and make quick work of the remaining buttons on his shirt. Baring his heated skin feels good, and he nearly sighs in relief at the touch of the sea breeze wafting in through the window behind the bed. Once he's shucked his trousers and smalls as well he returns for his books, lifting them by the leather straps and crossing the room naked to deposit them on the clear surface of the desk. He doesn't rush back to Yussa, but he doesn't take his time either. Ultimately, nothing else in this room is nearly so interesting as the archmage himself, and Caleb still worries about him.

The sheets feel even better against his bare skin as he slides back onto the bed, laying down and stretching out at Yussa's side. His gaze drifts over him head to toe, both admiring and assessing. He knows the signs of arousal in Yussa's body, and they haven't faded. He reaches for him, laying a hand gently against his chest. "How do you feel?" he asks softly. "Still in need of my attention, ja?"

Though it will be a bit before he's able to use his cock again, he has plenty of ideas as to how he might still satisfy his lover.

Yussa sighs as Caleb pulls out of him and he feels the loss sharply. Still, he offers no protest and lets Caleb move so that he can tend himself. He takes the time to try and center himself, eyes closed as he listens to Caleb move and undress. It does occur to him that this is the first time he's had his lover in his bedroom - they've fucked in a guest room a few times, one he has allowed Caleb to stay in when he plans to be in Nicodranas for more than a day.

He opens his eyes again to watch Caleb's return to bed; he shifts and draws his legs together in an attempt to quell the feeling rising in him at the sight of the other wizard fully bare. It doesn't help and a shiver rushes through him as Caleb's hand rests against his hand. Yussa is still flushed and quite warm to the touch.

"It would seem so," he says, voice tight as he tries to hold on to any sense of control. "I feel I ought apologize while I'm able. For summoning you."

Well, he hadn't exactly, but Caleb had rushed here thinking the worst, and Yussa certainly hadn't intended to cause him any distress.

Caleb's expression softens, lips stretching into a sympathetic smile as his brow knits up. His hand moves from Yussa's chest to his cheek, cupping his face gently.

"I feel that you do not need to apologize at all, my friend. I am glad that I could be here when you needed me." His lips curl up further at one corner, playful and a little teasing. "And it is not like I am suffering. I would gladly spend the day in bed with you even without any further incentive."

They're close enough that he can lean in to kiss him, hoping to release him of any guilt he might feel. He can already hear the strain in his voice again and knows he'll have to start putting some of those ideas of his into motion.

"Come closer," he urges, rolling onto his side and opening his arms. "Let me hold you."

Yussa sighs sweetly beneath the kiss and he's already starting to turn toward Caleb when the other man makes his invitation. He moves closer, reveling in how good it feels to have bare skin against his. Fucking while mostly dresses certainly has its own pleasures, but this is a balm.

He leans for another kiss and slides his hand along Caleb's beard. Even after all this time, Yussa is still quite enamored with the novelty of it.

"Then I am grateful for your indulgence all the same."

Yussa fits so perfectly in his arms and against his body. Caleb gathers him close, a hand sweeping over warm skin up and down along his back as they share another kiss. Smiling, Caleb leans into the hand against his face, knowing the pattern of this touch as Yussa follows the line of his beard as he so soften does. Gods, he is terribly fond of his man. More so every time they do this.

"I will accept that," he agrees, "even if I feel I am getting as much from this as you are." His lips brush Yussa's again, kissing him just because he can. It's the definition of indulging himself.

"You will let me stay with you until this has passed? Until we have identified the precise cause of it?" He looks for confirmation only because he still doesn't presume he will be invited to stay overnight at Tidepeak unless Yussa offers it specifically. This time, though, he really must insist on staying, and even on sharing the archmage's bed, at least until he is entirely himself again.

"Yes."

The agreement comes effortlessly, in part because Caleb has established himself as someone Yussa can trust. He has not abused that and has been given opportunity to do so on several occasions. If this is to be his lot for the foreseeable future, he is grateful that it will be Caleb tending to him. Yussa cannot conceive of enduring this alone.

He kisses Caleb then, slow and savoring in a way he couldn't manage earlier.

"Remind me to inform Wensforth." Truly he doesn't need to, but it might save the long-suffering goblin some stress, even if it is not unusual for Yussa to disappear into his work for days after a trip like that. He would also prefer not to startle him should he come looking for Yussa to deliver food.

The easy confirmation brings a smile back to Caleb's lips. It's always reassuring to know that trust goes both ways. The longer, slower kiss that follows is all the sweeter for it. His lips linger near Yussa's as he promises, "I'll remember."

His hand slides down Yussa's back from nape to tailbone, and then further still, over the round of his ass and down the back of his thigh, where he takes a firmer grip. "For now, there is much I would do to help you feel better. I have ideas." And he is eager to implement them. With another kiss, Caleb guides Yussa's leg up to hook over his hip. It grants the access he wants and then some, and his fingers trail back along his thigh again before dipping down between, spreading flushed folds to rub over the opening of his cunt, sliding slickly through the mess he'd left there.

"I presume you are not opposed to some magical assistance?" he wonders, deciding it would be best to confirm now while Yussa is still mostly thinking straight.

Caleb's gentle, wandering caress would normally be something comforting, something Yussa could relax under. It's still pleasant, but now it adds fuel to a fire that never really stopped burning.

The way Caleb grips his thigh earns a sharper breath and Yussa offers no resistance as his leg is guided over the other man's hip and he is intensely aware of the way it exposes him. His gaze stays focused on Caleb's face as clever fingers stroke higher before rubbing against him, teasing his opening and reminding him just how wet he is. And as he recalls that Caleb's seed is part of the mix now, he has to hold back a little groan. Yussa slides his hand higher along Caleb's arm and holds tighter.

Gods, in all his life he can't remember ever feeling quite like this.

"Of course not," he answers. That has him curious, naturally, but the way Caleb is touching him now chases away any desire to ask. He'll just have to find out.

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"Sehr gut," Caleb murmurs, and there is a little mischief in his eyes and the quirk of his lips. "I have something in mind I think you will enjoy a lot." But not just yet. For now, his gaze remains focused on Yussa's face too. While Caleb loves getting off as much as the next man, there is something especially appealing about giving pleasure without being distracted by his own need. With Yussa in particular he does this often enough that he would call it a staple of their sexual relationship, and he would have it no other way.

His fingers play over the other man's entrance a little longer, collecting the mixture of slick and seed that gradually drips from him and almost gently tucking it back inside. Then there's a little more deliberate pressure, and Caleb presses three long fingers into him, finding that Yussa opens for them easily when he has so recently taken his cock. They curl and withdraw to the first knuckle before sinking back inside, and Caleb finds and easy rhythm fucking him like that, rubbing with more precision than his cock could achieve against soft walls to find his sweet spot. Curious to see how it goes over, he lets his thumb rest lightly against his clit, exerting a gentle pressure without rubbing or stroking.

Yussa does moan as three fingers push into him with so little effort. He tips his head down to tuck against Caleb, his breath quickening as he's fucked like that, with far more precision and dexterity. Blunt nails dig against Caleb's am and he muffles his voice against the man's chest as his fingers curl just so.

Given their history, he truly does trust that Caleb will take care of him, that he will not give up or grow bored. That predilection toward giving pleasure without demanding is--well. It's certainly one of the reasons Yussa was interested in more than a one-off.

His hips jump as bare pressure is applied against his clit, and while Caleb doesn't do much more than that, any movement on Yussa's part creates friction. It isn't so overwhelming as it had been earlier, not so desperately sensitive to touch that he can't stand it. He lets go of a shivering breath and presses a kiss to Caleb's chest before tipping his head up again. His cunt tightens around the other man's fingers with the next subtle move of his hips.

The way Yussa reacts shows right away that his arousal has yet to taper off. Caleb fucks him steadily as he grasps at him and presses close to hide his moans. It's oddly endearing, and Caleb soothes him as much as he can. His lips brush over his forehead, and when he looks up again, his mouth in a gentle kiss. Leaving his thumb where it is seems to be working out just fine, as Yussa himself controls when and how he'd like to feel it most.

Watching and feeling him like this is a reward enough in itself. Yussa bears down inside as Caleb's thumb rolls harder against his clit with a rock of his hips, and Caleb is only encouraged to spread his fingers as he fucks him, pushing back against that tightness in a way he hopes will make Yussa feel nicely stretched again.

"Do you want it faster?" he murmurs, attentive. His fingers rub again and again against the spot that consistently makes Yussa moan and cling harder. There is so much he can do with his hands, and he gets a great deal of satisfaction from how much Yussa enjoys them.

It isn't long before Yussa is panting and trying to ride Caleb's fingers even as his lover fucks him with considerable expertise. Every breath is edged with a soft moan and his volume jumps when Caleb's thumb or his fingers move just right.

"Yes," he gasps out, losing his grip on any ability or desire to be articulate. If Caleb doesn't do it faster, Yussa might well try to do it himself.

It isn't the first time Caleb has seen him reduced to need, but this entire experience is the first time he's seen Yussa like this, and that is not a thought that will easily leave him when it is over. He's done foolish things in the past and there are likely foolish things in his future, but he does try to avoid embarrassing himself. Usually it isn't an issue, as he often works alone.

He finds himself rather grateful now that there is someone who thought to check on him, and someone who would come to help.

Yussa arches his back and his brow knits as tension builds.

There's no need for Yussa to worry himself over anything. When he asks for it, Caleb speeds up at once, plunging his fingers into him with precision and dragging them out again to repeat the process, chasing the movement of Yussa's hips. He's good at reading his cues, at being right where he needs to be, thumb pressing down just a little tighter as Yussa's expression changes. The arch of his back is so lovely, and Caleb leans down to bury his face against his neck with an encouraging murmur telling him in Zemnian how beautiful and wanton he looks.

Yussa's skin is warm and fragrant, and Caleb delights in lavishing it with nipping kisses all the way down to his shoulder. He has to curl in a little more to reach lower than that, but it is entirely worth it to kiss over his breasts and get his lips around a peaked brown nipple, sucking and lavishing it with his tongue.

Caleb has found this new, brazen version of Yussa strikingly attractive, and he's happy to help him work through this for as long as he needs to, even more happy if he can make it a pleasurable experience rather than an embarrassing one. But he'll be glad when Yussa is entirely himself again; losing control like this, even with someone trusted and dedicated to help him through it, must be difficult for him, to say the least.

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