It isn't the same as watching someone Polymorph. First, this is nothing someone with the knowledge of that spell could manage. Second, he knows that Caleb is in there, fully aware and retaining his intelligence, his ability to articulate himself, and his power. He remains still and placid as the beautiful dragon fills the courtyard with both its size and crackling energy. He can feel his heart beat faster, though his expression remains one of quiet pride as Caleb stretches.
Yussa waits for Caleb's invitation. When he has it, the archmage rises fluidly and crosses the courtyard as if he were draped in yards of fabric rather than barefoot and in nothing but a half-open kaftan. He moves with confidence, the master of his domain even if there is currently a blue dragon in the middle of it. Despite his excitement, his expression remains placid.
He stops before he is so close that meeting his lover's gaze would be awkward. Even so, he can feel the energy radiating off the creature before him and he can see Caleb in its familiar blue eyes. That familiarity brings with it a different sort of excitement and Yussa takes a breath, then lets it go slowly.
"Yes you are, and you are very magnificent," he says with a small, pleased smile. "How does it feel?"
Yussa wears his nightclothes as though adorned in elaborate silk robes, his grace and confidence unchanged. There is a low vibration in his throat, a sound Caleb hadn't intended to make, but which demonstrates how pleased he is as Yussa draws near. His head lowers to look at him.
Perhaps there is some level of draconic influence. Caleb is sure it wouldn't please him quite so much to be called magnificent in any other form, but he wants to preen like the proud creature he is. But Yussa's admiration would be intoxicating no matter his shape.
"Exhilarating," he answers honestly, nearly a growl. The end of his long tail flicks, then curls toward the bulk of his body. "Powerful."
His legs bend as he slowly lowers his body, putting his belly to the cool stone so that he can be nearer to Yussa's height. His eyelids lower, and his breath expels a low charge, a subtle prickling in the air. He could nudge Yussa's chest with the end of his snout, if he wanted. He is close enough.
"It feels like proving myself. Finally showing you what I am really capable of."
Yussa would be surprised with a creature so complicated as a dragon if some aspect of its nature did not seep into Caleb's. A bit of pride and indulgence is warranted, besides. He keeps his eyes on the dragon's face as his tail curls closer. He can feel the static in the air and it makes him shiver.
Rather than waiting for Caleb to close the distance between them, Yussa lifts a hand and rests it lightly on the dragon's snout, right between his nostrils. The scales are warm beneath his touch; in truth, he had not known quite what to expect. Perhaps a white dragon would have had more of a chill, or perhaps not. He doesn't intend to go looking for any to find out.
"You certainly didn't need to do this to prove yourself, Master Widogast," he quips, not bothering to hide his warm amusement. "But it is very impressive none the less."
Caleb has already proven his talent a dozen times over, and Yussa has the privilege of being able to watch his progress and what brought him to this point. His hand moves, gently stroking higher before it slides back down again. He can't help the smirk that flickers across his mouth.
"Impressive, and you make a very handsome dragon."
Well, it's true. It's impossible to forget that somewhere beneath all of this is the man who has not only become a student and colleague, but his lover.
As Yussa lightly strokes the warm scales of his snout, Caleb's eyes fall closed in contentment. Even small and careful as it is, the touch feels nice. They crack open again to catch the smirk that goes along with that particular comment. If Caleb could grin, he would. His amusement bleeds into his voice, at least.
"Handsome, too? That alone makes this worthwhile."
He is exceedingly gentle, mindful of the immense strength in every sinew of this body, as he nuzzles forward. Puffing warm, static-charged air over Yussa's skin, he pushes his snout against his chest with unmistakable affection. His tongue darts out to taste and scent both, far more sensitive than his nose. The forked tip flickers briefly against the bare skin between his lover's breasts, exposed by the many buttons left undone. There is the combined taste-smell sense of his soap, his perfume, his sweat. His own human sweat as well, their mingled arousal, and the lingering musk of sex, sweet and sharp. He knows from the scent on the air that Yussa has not bothered to clean away the spend still dripping from his cunt.
There is that rumble again in his throat, this time vibrating down through his wide chest. He might call it a purr for lack of any better way to categorize it. He has never known any lizard to purr, but then, most lizards don't breathe lightning either. Dragons are in their own category for many reasons.
Yussa laughs quietly as Caleb huffs an electric breath at him, sending a static tingle across his skin. Another shiver chases the first as a forked tongue flicks over bare skin. He lifts his other hand to lightly stroke over the side of Caleb's face, as far as he can reach.
He realizes that there's the faintest scent of ozone between and around them, the ever-present threat that Caleb could do more than produce static. Yussa trusts his lover not to lose control.
A brighter smile appears when he realizes the rumble he hears is something akin to a purr. He has never heard a dragon purr, but clearly their vocal cords are capable of the sound since Caleb is managing quite well. Yussa slowly pulls away to walk in a slow circle around the dragon in his courtyard, taking a moment to properly appreciate the size of him and to get a better look at a creature he may not otherwise see so close. Not a living one, anyway. He ends his circuit in front of Caleb again, arms folded loosely beneath his chest.
"I am quite impressed, Caleb Widogast. I knew there was little in the way of spellcraft I could give you that would provide an advantage when you have already learned so much."
Caleb remains mostly still as the other wizard examines him, resettling his wings and laying his head down on his front paws. The purring becomes softer, but continues. He likes having Yussa's appreciative gaze on him, being the object of his pride and approval. There are few things he enjoys more, whether dragon or human.
"There is always more to learn," he says, the bassy timbre of his voice helping it to carry even when he tries to speak quietly. "But it is true that turning into a dragon is likely sufficient to resolve most conflicts."
His draconic gaze focuses on the man before him, so small and unadorned. But he needs neither stature nor gilded finery for his presence to rival a dragon's. Who is the impressive one, really? It shouldn't be surprising that the warm, fluttering feeling in his stomach that Yussa gives him persists even in this form. His mind is unchanged, after all, and he loves him no less.
He stretches out his long neck, lifting his head and hooking it around him to draw him carefully closer in an approximation of an embrace. The tip of his nose brushes from between Yussa's shoulder blades up to the back of his neck. As he snuffles into his pale hair, he feels it lift with the pull of static electricity.
Yussa doesn't resist the coaxing embrace, moving into it as Caleb curls around him as best he can. There are some things to be said for a humanoid body, but the gesture is sweet and the elf leans gently into the much larger form. Another race of shivers rush through him as the dragon's nose brushes up his back.
"If it does not, I fear for the conflicts you are wading into, my friend." Well, there is a whisper of the anxiety he's carried since Caleb sailed away into the unknown. Yussa sighs and leans lightly against the dragon, though he has no doubt his weight is nothing to Caleb now. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a strange comfort in the knowledge that this is a spell and a shape that Caleb has at his disposal, should the need arise. Perhaps he can only cast it once, but should he find himself in a situation more dire than this, Yussa finds himself hoping that his lover has the good sense to run.
Yussa's words reveal at least a hint of the concern he carries on his behalf, and Caleb gives another low rumble as though to soothe him. He leans only gently against him, but Caleb could accept the full weight of his body with ease.
"In that case, I am at least likely not to be wading in alone."
Promising that he won't become involved in conflicts equally or more dangerous in the future would be disingenuous. He has no illusions about the risks inherent in the path he has chosen for himself, or about what he would do if any one of his friends asked for his aid. He is a man of action, and he will always wade into the fire, should there be a need.
The press of Yussa's lips doesn't feel dull against his scales, as he might have expected. It feels like a soft spark, and it tingles beneath his skin. It is a meaningful gesture, with his powerful jaw and razor-sharp teeth and lightning-laced breath so near.
"Have you looked your fill?" He wonders. It seems a shame to cut such a powerful spell short when most of an hour still remains, but he can't perform many of the impressive feats this form would allow of him here in Yussa's courtyard. To coil around him, though, to keep him close in this form to assure him of his strength and capability, might be nice.
"Never," he says lightly when Caleb asks if he's seen his fill. As a dragon or human man, Yussa cannot imagine he will tire of looking at Caleb Widogast. "Stay like this just a little while longer?"
They are of one mind in seeking comfort. Yussa pulls away in favor of finding a comfortable place against the other wizard's impressive draconian body to rest against him, settling his petite form close and inviting Caleb to do whatever he will, so long as he doesn't move too far. Perhaps it is silly to seek this comfort when his lover is using such a powerful spell, but he wants it and Caleb seems willing to offer it.
He brushes his fingers over Caleb's vivid scales, admiring them in the moonlight.
It feels like his heart, already oversized within a dragon's wide chest, swells with pride and affection. That is high praise from a man he'll never have his fill of looking at. "Gladly. For the next forty-three minutes, at least."
Caleb relaxes onto his side, lounging as a cat might. He welcomes Yussa to sit cradled between his chest and a foreleg, where he can easily indulge in gentle nuzzles and receive affection in return.
The low purr returns with the stroke of Yussa's fingers, which leave a thread of warm sensation in their wake. His scales are softer and more malleable than might be expected, more like leather than plate. But they shine in the moonlight, the deep blue only a few shades lighter than the night sky.
"I should have told you earlier." His murmur is a gravelly rumble. "That you look beautiful tonight."
Yussa was not expecting him, or anyone else. His face is bare, his body nearly so. His hair is loose and slightly mussed from sleep and sex, the kaftan made of soft fabric, but without decoration. Caleb appreciates him at his simplest as much as his most elaborate.
Yussa feels very content where he is, and quite safe, nestled against the dragon's warm chest. He's given tender affection, even with their great size difference now. His fingers stroke over Caleb's scales and eventually he relaxes more into the larger body behind him.
He can feel Caleb's voice as much as hear it when the dragon speaks again.
"Why do I suspect you would say that no matter what?" he asks with light, playful warmth. He is hardly dressed to impress, but Yussa knows his charms well and he manages them to great effect even when he is barely dressed. His fingers scritch lightly beneath Caleb's chin the next time the dragon's head is close enough.
"Thank you," he adds after a moment. Even if he is confident, it still feels good to hear.
"Because it would be true no matter what," Caleb supplies with an air of self-satisfaction. His head tilts down to provide greater access for scritching, and to breathe a puff of lightly charged air playfully over Yussa's neck, where he nuzzles next. "You are welcome, as always."
There is something especially amusing about participating in the kind of fond, flirtatious teasing he enjoys with Yussa in this wildly different shape. Where he might normally kiss his neck or embrace him from behind, he instead lets his tongue dart out to flicker over his skin, collecting more sense information, and curls his foreleg more securely around him, holding him closer against the warm scales of his chest.
"I did not spend so much time in this shape, before," he muses aloud, spoken softly, but low and carrying as a roll of thunder. "It is good to become familiar with the less lethal aspects."
He finds he quite enjoys the sensation of Caleb speaking while he is so close, the rumble of the other wizard's voice through him and around him.
"I am content to help you explore it as you wish," he says with an affectionate stroke over Caleb's jaw as the dragon nuzzles against him. Yussa shivers and he cannot help a soft, sharp inhale as Caleb's forked tongue flicks out again, brushing his bare skin. He understands that, perhaps like a lizard, Caleb is collecting sensory information that way. But it's difficult for Yussa to ignore the more base effect the attention has on him.
And he cannot say he is displeased by the way Caleb's leg curls around him, possessive and protective in one gesture. Yussa turns his hand, dragging his fingertips lightly beneath Caleb's chin like he is scratching a cat and not an adult dragon.
Yussa's reaction to the gentle lash of his tongue is apparent to Caleb. Not only because he can feel the shiver coursing through the smaller form gathered against his, or hear his quiet gasp, but because the sensory information his tongue returns is so detailed. The shift in Yussa's body toward interest is something he detects as he would a subtle scent or underlying taste.
"Mm," he hums, low and pleased. "I know how you like to explore, mein schatz. Perhaps you have a particular curiosity you wish to sate."
His long tongue drags in a much more deliberate lick this time from Yussa's neck down the open front of his kaftan. It takes no effort at all to slide the forked tip beneath the loose fabric and lovingly trace the curve of a small breast, then flick over the stiff nipple. The taste of Yussa's skin and sweat, and the heady scents still clinging strongly to him, are distinctly arousing. Caleb can recognize that feeling clearly, though he has no notion of what that means for him in this shape. But that matters less to him than Yussa's possible interest, anyway.
Yussa's fingers curl gripping whatever he can as Caleb's tongue licks lower, teasing against his breast and a firm nipple and he wonders how different the taste is in this body. He's very aware of the little shock he gets from the attention, unsure if it's a charge carried on Caleb's tongue or a result of him breathing so close. He shifts, absently squeezing his thighs together as if that might stave off the flutter of arousal.
Well, perhaps there's no point in being coy. Not when their minds seem of one thought on this particular sort of exploration. Yussa wonders if anyone else could resist in his place. Perhaps most others would not consider a dragon's tongue - and deadly mouth - so erotic in the first place. But he is not others.
"Your tongue seems very dexterous," he muses lightly, as if it is of no consequence. But his golden eyes are bright when he looks at his lover-turned-dragon. "Shall we explore that?"
Caleb is delighted. He knew that Yussa would be daring enough to find the idea intriguing, and there is more than enough of the spell's duration remaining to make full use of this opportunity. He loves how easy this is, barely a discussion needed. Sex with Yussa is always exciting, and sometimes both exciting and unusual; they are both quite adventurous, as it turns out, and their interests are closely aligned. Mutual curiosity is enough reason to try something once, and if it is good, to do it again.
"Ja. I think that is worth further examination." If he sounds slightly smug, it is because he has good reason to be. He is a dragon, and he is certain he will be able to fuck his lover senseless with this long, dexterous tongue, buzzing with a gentle electric current. They have just over thirty-six minutes. How many times can he make him come?
Yussa's golden eyes look stunning reflecting the moonlight. Caleb would kiss him now, if he could. Instead, he nudges him with his snout until he is leaning back against his foreleg, facing him directly. Even with his neck capable of stretching and curving, this angle will be the easiest--and provide him with the best view.
His tongue slides out again, this time beneath the light fabric on the opposite side to give his other breast equal attention. He hums his satisfaction deep in his throat and warns, "There will not be buttons on this for much longer if you do not undo them."
Yussa relaxes against Caleb's foreleg, allowing the dragon to coax him into a position that works for him. He takes a shivering breath as the forked tongue teases his other breast, the way it splits making it a unique experience. He gets momentarily distracted until Caleb so casually mentions ruining his clothes. He gives the large dragon a look and holds his gaze as he very deliberately undoes the last buttons on his kaftan.
"You were the one to neglect them in the first place," he says airily.
He shrugs out of his kaftan, allowing it to lay across the scales behind him. The moonlight makes his brown skin seem cool, but he is quite warm to the touch whenever Caleb gets close. The evidence of their first round tonight is still on Yussa's thighs - he'd been too intrigued by the prospect of seeing the dragon to stop to clean up or to even bother casting Prestidigitation on the way down.
He shifts, leaning back as he spreads his thighs more to give Caleb easier access. Or just a better view.
Caleb's huge, sharp teeth flash in an approximation of a dragon's grin as graceful fingers slide buttons from their places, opening his kaftan fully at last. He does not feel sorry, so he does not apologize.
He eyes Yussa hungrily as the older wizard divests himself of the garment entirely and leans back against his foreleg, legs spread. For a man about to have a dragon's mouth on him, he is remarkably relaxed. His easy confidence as he shows Caleb the mess of come between his thighs makes the blood run hot even through this massive creature's body.
Gods, he is impossibly sexy.
They have a time limit, and Caleb is determined not to waste any of it. His great head nudges between Yussa's knees, leathery scales sliding against soft skin, and he breathes deeply through his nose--not as sensitive, but the scent of sex is unmistakable and intoxicating. His forked tongue emerges, long enough to span the remaining distance between them and more. It traces a delicate, testing lick over folds beginning to swell with new arousal, slick with his own come and soft as velvet. Caleb breathes a heavy, satisfied sigh, the warm air charged with static.
As the dragon's massive head lowers between his thighs, Yussa is struck fully by what he is about to do. He might laugh if not for the way Caleb's tongue flickers over his cunt. His hips jump slightly, the sensation new in so many ways. He's never had a fork-tongued lover, and the delicate lick makes him want to squirm.
But he keeps himself still, knees moving further apart to ensure Caleb's head isn't too trapped. He's very aware that the thing supporting him is also part of his lover and it's heady to be so surrounded by him.
Yussa feels the warmth in his face deepen as Caleb's breath puffs over very sensitive skin, charged and tingling.
Caleb agrees with a low rumble, and does it again; anything that makes Yussa react that way is worth repeating.
Rather than continuing to move over his cunt, his tongue laps at warm, soft inner thighs instead, the movement quick and flickering, distinctly reptilian. He is cleaning the evidence of their previous round. The taste of Yussa's arousal and his own spend seeps through his senses, heightened in a way he's never experienced before.
"I could tell right away," he murmurs roughly, "that you were still dripping with my come. I could taste it."
He is working his way with eager determination back up toward his center, leaving tongue-bathed skin tingling with lingering static.
Yussa keeps his breathing deep and even as Caleb takes his time cleaning and exploring his thighs. He can feel arousal building with every flickering stroke of the dragon's tongue and the anticipation of feeling those little shocks more directly. He gently grips his kaftan, trying to remain patient more than anything.
Yussa Errenis is many things, but he is not quite fool enough to get bossy with a dragon. Probably.
Even in this shape, the pattern of behavior is still so clearly Caleb Widogast that Yussa cannot help a faint smile. His lover is both indulgent and thorough, and when he gets it in his mind to tease, he knows how to drag things out.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asks, his own voice warm and low. "Knowing that I was so eager to see you that everything else became unimportant?"
Even the way he looks at him, the attentive focus in his heated gaze, is still purely Caleb Widogast. Yussa would certainly have seen this look many times before with Caleb between his legs.
"How could I not? It is always thrilling to have your attention." There is a quality of that draconic purr to his voice, a bassy vibration. "Even more so when your cunt is still wet."
There is more intention this time when his tongue finds the soft give of Yussa's slit. He is slick and flushed with heat, and it punches arousal into Caleb's veins. His paws flex restlessly, scraping his claws against the stone beneath. The forked tip of his tongue plays over and slides through Yussa's folds, and finally dips inside to find his opening. The taste of him there is nearly overwhelming. A resonant groan rises from the dragon's wide chest, and he licks into him hungrily. His tongue is wide enough to force tight walls worked open by Caleb's human cock to stretch more, but also slick and flexible enough to do so gradually. It flickers in and out, in and out, fast and deep.
Yussa bends one leg closer to his body and makes a soft sound as Caleb's tongue strokes more deliberately along slick folds. He can feel the shift and flex of muscles and tendons beneath his back; he can hear the scrape of claws on flagstone as the dragon moves restlessly.
None of it matters as Caleb's tongue - thicker and longer and shaped differently than Yussa is accustomed to - pushes into him. Yussa moans low in his chest, answering the deeper sound from Caleb as the dragon stops teasing. He arches closer, breath coming faster as his lover's thick, dexterous tongue coaxes his body to yield further, to accept the shape of him as it works in and out faster than Yussa thought it would be able to.
He mutters a few soft curses, voice strained and urgent. Soon he tries to meet the next thrust of Caleb's tongue, eyes nearly closed as he rides the new feeling. It isn't just the strength and shape of his tongue, but with every puff of breath electrical static crackles across Yussa's skin. It prickles over his nerves, not unpleasant.
"That's it," he whispers, offering encouragement even as his body gives Caleb plenty of positive feedback. "That's it, sweet boy."
Caleb's pleasure is evident in the low, rolling noises he makes, akin to the eager moans he so often can't help when his face is buried in Yussa's cunt. It is deeply gratifying to feel Yussa moving urgently against him, to hear the strain in his voice and know it is because of him. And gods, even in this body, his praise makes his head spin. Fifteen feet long with a wingspan wider than this courtyard and a crackling well of lightning ready to escape his bone-crushing jaws, he is still Yussa's sweet boy.
The need to earn his approval persists. Caleb is sure that if he just gets the angle right, he could--yes. It takes only a small tilt of his head to ensure that his long tongue passes over Yussa's clit as it fucks in and out of him, the flat of it rubbing constantly over the swollen bud.
He loves to see Yussa without restraint like this, seeking more and more of what Caleb is giving him. Tonight, there is more to amaze him with. His thick tongue stretches and curls inside him, stroking sensitive walls with far more precision than his blunt cock, but filling him just as well. He learns to direct the thrum of electrical energy, to hold it on his tongue where it will spread over his clit, tingling with every warm breath that washes over him, the excess crackling over his skin.
Caleb is both utterly content and left wanting, but that is hardly an unusual state for him in these circumstances. He has no knowledge of how he might satisfy himself in this shape, anyway, despite the growing ache in his body. But he would call this exploration a success; he has learned quite a bit about satisfying Yussa in this shape, at least.
Yussa moans sharply, loudly, the first time Caleb's tongue manages to rub against his clit. After that the attention is consistent enough that he loses himself in moving between the undulating length that penetrates him and the flat keeping slick pressure against his clit. He tries to ride the dragon's tongue as it curls inside him, muscles tensing around it, bearing down like he can milk it.
"Caleb--hah--"
He's almost embarrassed by the keening sound he makes when Caleb figures out how to control even this most subtle use of his breath. Shocks spangle over the tender flesh between his legs, sparking over the hard nub of his clit as Caleb learns to direct it. Unthinking, he grabs at some part of Caleb's muzzle, a scale or small protruding horn or--anything. Anything to hold on as his urgency rises with the calculating use of electricity to drive him mad.
Even with all this, Yussa's orgasm takes him by surprise with its intensity. His thighs and core tremble as he tries to close his legs like he can trap the delicious sensation of his lover's thick tongue. He's lost track of time, he doesn't know how much longer Caleb has this shape but gods, he knows what he wants.
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Yussa waits for Caleb's invitation. When he has it, the archmage rises fluidly and crosses the courtyard as if he were draped in yards of fabric rather than barefoot and in nothing but a half-open kaftan. He moves with confidence, the master of his domain even if there is currently a blue dragon in the middle of it. Despite his excitement, his expression remains placid.
He stops before he is so close that meeting his lover's gaze would be awkward. Even so, he can feel the energy radiating off the creature before him and he can see Caleb in its familiar blue eyes. That familiarity brings with it a different sort of excitement and Yussa takes a breath, then lets it go slowly.
"Yes you are, and you are very magnificent," he says with a small, pleased smile. "How does it feel?"
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Perhaps there is some level of draconic influence. Caleb is sure it wouldn't please him quite so much to be called magnificent in any other form, but he wants to preen like the proud creature he is. But Yussa's admiration would be intoxicating no matter his shape.
"Exhilarating," he answers honestly, nearly a growl. The end of his long tail flicks, then curls toward the bulk of his body. "Powerful."
His legs bend as he slowly lowers his body, putting his belly to the cool stone so that he can be nearer to Yussa's height. His eyelids lower, and his breath expels a low charge, a subtle prickling in the air. He could nudge Yussa's chest with the end of his snout, if he wanted. He is close enough.
"It feels like proving myself. Finally showing you what I am really capable of."
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Rather than waiting for Caleb to close the distance between them, Yussa lifts a hand and rests it lightly on the dragon's snout, right between his nostrils. The scales are warm beneath his touch; in truth, he had not known quite what to expect. Perhaps a white dragon would have had more of a chill, or perhaps not. He doesn't intend to go looking for any to find out.
"You certainly didn't need to do this to prove yourself, Master Widogast," he quips, not bothering to hide his warm amusement. "But it is very impressive none the less."
Caleb has already proven his talent a dozen times over, and Yussa has the privilege of being able to watch his progress and what brought him to this point. His hand moves, gently stroking higher before it slides back down again. He can't help the smirk that flickers across his mouth.
"Impressive, and you make a very handsome dragon."
Well, it's true. It's impossible to forget that somewhere beneath all of this is the man who has not only become a student and colleague, but his lover.
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"Handsome, too? That alone makes this worthwhile."
He is exceedingly gentle, mindful of the immense strength in every sinew of this body, as he nuzzles forward. Puffing warm, static-charged air over Yussa's skin, he pushes his snout against his chest with unmistakable affection. His tongue darts out to taste and scent both, far more sensitive than his nose. The forked tip flickers briefly against the bare skin between his lover's breasts, exposed by the many buttons left undone. There is the combined taste-smell sense of his soap, his perfume, his sweat. His own human sweat as well, their mingled arousal, and the lingering musk of sex, sweet and sharp. He knows from the scent on the air that Yussa has not bothered to clean away the spend still dripping from his cunt.
There is that rumble again in his throat, this time vibrating down through his wide chest. He might call it a purr for lack of any better way to categorize it. He has never known any lizard to purr, but then, most lizards don't breathe lightning either. Dragons are in their own category for many reasons.
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He realizes that there's the faintest scent of ozone between and around them, the ever-present threat that Caleb could do more than produce static. Yussa trusts his lover not to lose control.
A brighter smile appears when he realizes the rumble he hears is something akin to a purr. He has never heard a dragon purr, but clearly their vocal cords are capable of the sound since Caleb is managing quite well. Yussa slowly pulls away to walk in a slow circle around the dragon in his courtyard, taking a moment to properly appreciate the size of him and to get a better look at a creature he may not otherwise see so close. Not a living one, anyway. He ends his circuit in front of Caleb again, arms folded loosely beneath his chest.
"I am quite impressed, Caleb Widogast. I knew there was little in the way of spellcraft I could give you that would provide an advantage when you have already learned so much."
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"There is always more to learn," he says, the bassy timbre of his voice helping it to carry even when he tries to speak quietly. "But it is true that turning into a dragon is likely sufficient to resolve most conflicts."
His draconic gaze focuses on the man before him, so small and unadorned. But he needs neither stature nor gilded finery for his presence to rival a dragon's. Who is the impressive one, really? It shouldn't be surprising that the warm, fluttering feeling in his stomach that Yussa gives him persists even in this form. His mind is unchanged, after all, and he loves him no less.
He stretches out his long neck, lifting his head and hooking it around him to draw him carefully closer in an approximation of an embrace. The tip of his nose brushes from between Yussa's shoulder blades up to the back of his neck. As he snuffles into his pale hair, he feels it lift with the pull of static electricity.
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"If it does not, I fear for the conflicts you are wading into, my friend." Well, there is a whisper of the anxiety he's carried since Caleb sailed away into the unknown. Yussa sighs and leans lightly against the dragon, though he has no doubt his weight is nothing to Caleb now. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a strange comfort in the knowledge that this is a spell and a shape that Caleb has at his disposal, should the need arise. Perhaps he can only cast it once, but should he find himself in a situation more dire than this, Yussa finds himself hoping that his lover has the good sense to run.
He presses a kiss to the side of Caleb's head.
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"In that case, I am at least likely not to be wading in alone."
Promising that he won't become involved in conflicts equally or more dangerous in the future would be disingenuous. He has no illusions about the risks inherent in the path he has chosen for himself, or about what he would do if any one of his friends asked for his aid. He is a man of action, and he will always wade into the fire, should there be a need.
The press of Yussa's lips doesn't feel dull against his scales, as he might have expected. It feels like a soft spark, and it tingles beneath his skin. It is a meaningful gesture, with his powerful jaw and razor-sharp teeth and lightning-laced breath so near.
"Have you looked your fill?" He wonders. It seems a shame to cut such a powerful spell short when most of an hour still remains, but he can't perform many of the impressive feats this form would allow of him here in Yussa's courtyard. To coil around him, though, to keep him close in this form to assure him of his strength and capability, might be nice.
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They are of one mind in seeking comfort. Yussa pulls away in favor of finding a comfortable place against the other wizard's impressive draconian body to rest against him, settling his petite form close and inviting Caleb to do whatever he will, so long as he doesn't move too far. Perhaps it is silly to seek this comfort when his lover is using such a powerful spell, but he wants it and Caleb seems willing to offer it.
He brushes his fingers over Caleb's vivid scales, admiring them in the moonlight.
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Caleb relaxes onto his side, lounging as a cat might. He welcomes Yussa to sit cradled between his chest and a foreleg, where he can easily indulge in gentle nuzzles and receive affection in return.
The low purr returns with the stroke of Yussa's fingers, which leave a thread of warm sensation in their wake. His scales are softer and more malleable than might be expected, more like leather than plate. But they shine in the moonlight, the deep blue only a few shades lighter than the night sky.
"I should have told you earlier." His murmur is a gravelly rumble. "That you look beautiful tonight."
Yussa was not expecting him, or anyone else. His face is bare, his body nearly so. His hair is loose and slightly mussed from sleep and sex, the kaftan made of soft fabric, but without decoration. Caleb appreciates him at his simplest as much as his most elaborate.
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He can feel Caleb's voice as much as hear it when the dragon speaks again.
"Why do I suspect you would say that no matter what?" he asks with light, playful warmth. He is hardly dressed to impress, but Yussa knows his charms well and he manages them to great effect even when he is barely dressed. His fingers scritch lightly beneath Caleb's chin the next time the dragon's head is close enough.
"Thank you," he adds after a moment. Even if he is confident, it still feels good to hear.
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There is something especially amusing about participating in the kind of fond, flirtatious teasing he enjoys with Yussa in this wildly different shape. Where he might normally kiss his neck or embrace him from behind, he instead lets his tongue dart out to flicker over his skin, collecting more sense information, and curls his foreleg more securely around him, holding him closer against the warm scales of his chest.
"I did not spend so much time in this shape, before," he muses aloud, spoken softly, but low and carrying as a roll of thunder. "It is good to become familiar with the less lethal aspects."
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"I am content to help you explore it as you wish," he says with an affectionate stroke over Caleb's jaw as the dragon nuzzles against him. Yussa shivers and he cannot help a soft, sharp inhale as Caleb's forked tongue flicks out again, brushing his bare skin. He understands that, perhaps like a lizard, Caleb is collecting sensory information that way. But it's difficult for Yussa to ignore the more base effect the attention has on him.
And he cannot say he is displeased by the way Caleb's leg curls around him, possessive and protective in one gesture. Yussa turns his hand, dragging his fingertips lightly beneath Caleb's chin like he is scratching a cat and not an adult dragon.
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"Mm," he hums, low and pleased. "I know how you like to explore, mein schatz. Perhaps you have a particular curiosity you wish to sate."
His long tongue drags in a much more deliberate lick this time from Yussa's neck down the open front of his kaftan. It takes no effort at all to slide the forked tip beneath the loose fabric and lovingly trace the curve of a small breast, then flick over the stiff nipple. The taste of Yussa's skin and sweat, and the heady scents still clinging strongly to him, are distinctly arousing. Caleb can recognize that feeling clearly, though he has no notion of what that means for him in this shape. But that matters less to him than Yussa's possible interest, anyway.
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Well, perhaps there's no point in being coy. Not when their minds seem of one thought on this particular sort of exploration. Yussa wonders if anyone else could resist in his place. Perhaps most others would not consider a dragon's tongue - and deadly mouth - so erotic in the first place. But he is not others.
"Your tongue seems very dexterous," he muses lightly, as if it is of no consequence. But his golden eyes are bright when he looks at his lover-turned-dragon. "Shall we explore that?"
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"Ja. I think that is worth further examination." If he sounds slightly smug, it is because he has good reason to be. He is a dragon, and he is certain he will be able to fuck his lover senseless with this long, dexterous tongue, buzzing with a gentle electric current. They have just over thirty-six minutes. How many times can he make him come?
Yussa's golden eyes look stunning reflecting the moonlight. Caleb would kiss him now, if he could. Instead, he nudges him with his snout until he is leaning back against his foreleg, facing him directly. Even with his neck capable of stretching and curving, this angle will be the easiest--and provide him with the best view.
His tongue slides out again, this time beneath the light fabric on the opposite side to give his other breast equal attention. He hums his satisfaction deep in his throat and warns, "There will not be buttons on this for much longer if you do not undo them."
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"You were the one to neglect them in the first place," he says airily.
He shrugs out of his kaftan, allowing it to lay across the scales behind him. The moonlight makes his brown skin seem cool, but he is quite warm to the touch whenever Caleb gets close. The evidence of their first round tonight is still on Yussa's thighs - he'd been too intrigued by the prospect of seeing the dragon to stop to clean up or to even bother casting Prestidigitation on the way down.
He shifts, leaning back as he spreads his thighs more to give Caleb easier access. Or just a better view.
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He eyes Yussa hungrily as the older wizard divests himself of the garment entirely and leans back against his foreleg, legs spread. For a man about to have a dragon's mouth on him, he is remarkably relaxed. His easy confidence as he shows Caleb the mess of come between his thighs makes the blood run hot even through this massive creature's body.
Gods, he is impossibly sexy.
They have a time limit, and Caleb is determined not to waste any of it. His great head nudges between Yussa's knees, leathery scales sliding against soft skin, and he breathes deeply through his nose--not as sensitive, but the scent of sex is unmistakable and intoxicating. His forked tongue emerges, long enough to span the remaining distance between them and more. It traces a delicate, testing lick over folds beginning to swell with new arousal, slick with his own come and soft as velvet. Caleb breathes a heavy, satisfied sigh, the warm air charged with static.
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But he keeps himself still, knees moving further apart to ensure Caleb's head isn't too trapped. He's very aware that the thing supporting him is also part of his lover and it's heady to be so surrounded by him.
Yussa feels the warmth in his face deepen as Caleb's breath puffs over very sensitive skin, charged and tingling.
"Oh," he breathes. "That's quite new."
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Rather than continuing to move over his cunt, his tongue laps at warm, soft inner thighs instead, the movement quick and flickering, distinctly reptilian. He is cleaning the evidence of their previous round. The taste of Yussa's arousal and his own spend seeps through his senses, heightened in a way he's never experienced before.
"I could tell right away," he murmurs roughly, "that you were still dripping with my come. I could taste it."
He is working his way with eager determination back up toward his center, leaving tongue-bathed skin tingling with lingering static.
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Yussa Errenis is many things, but he is not quite fool enough to get bossy with a dragon. Probably.
Even in this shape, the pattern of behavior is still so clearly Caleb Widogast that Yussa cannot help a faint smile. His lover is both indulgent and thorough, and when he gets it in his mind to tease, he knows how to drag things out.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asks, his own voice warm and low. "Knowing that I was so eager to see you that everything else became unimportant?"
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"How could I not? It is always thrilling to have your attention." There is a quality of that draconic purr to his voice, a bassy vibration. "Even more so when your cunt is still wet."
There is more intention this time when his tongue finds the soft give of Yussa's slit. He is slick and flushed with heat, and it punches arousal into Caleb's veins. His paws flex restlessly, scraping his claws against the stone beneath. The forked tip of his tongue plays over and slides through Yussa's folds, and finally dips inside to find his opening. The taste of him there is nearly overwhelming. A resonant groan rises from the dragon's wide chest, and he licks into him hungrily. His tongue is wide enough to force tight walls worked open by Caleb's human cock to stretch more, but also slick and flexible enough to do so gradually. It flickers in and out, in and out, fast and deep.
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None of it matters as Caleb's tongue - thicker and longer and shaped differently than Yussa is accustomed to - pushes into him. Yussa moans low in his chest, answering the deeper sound from Caleb as the dragon stops teasing. He arches closer, breath coming faster as his lover's thick, dexterous tongue coaxes his body to yield further, to accept the shape of him as it works in and out faster than Yussa thought it would be able to.
He mutters a few soft curses, voice strained and urgent. Soon he tries to meet the next thrust of Caleb's tongue, eyes nearly closed as he rides the new feeling. It isn't just the strength and shape of his tongue, but with every puff of breath electrical static crackles across Yussa's skin. It prickles over his nerves, not unpleasant.
"That's it," he whispers, offering encouragement even as his body gives Caleb plenty of positive feedback. "That's it, sweet boy."
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The need to earn his approval persists. Caleb is sure that if he just gets the angle right, he could--yes. It takes only a small tilt of his head to ensure that his long tongue passes over Yussa's clit as it fucks in and out of him, the flat of it rubbing constantly over the swollen bud.
He loves to see Yussa without restraint like this, seeking more and more of what Caleb is giving him. Tonight, there is more to amaze him with. His thick tongue stretches and curls inside him, stroking sensitive walls with far more precision than his blunt cock, but filling him just as well. He learns to direct the thrum of electrical energy, to hold it on his tongue where it will spread over his clit, tingling with every warm breath that washes over him, the excess crackling over his skin.
Caleb is both utterly content and left wanting, but that is hardly an unusual state for him in these circumstances. He has no knowledge of how he might satisfy himself in this shape, anyway, despite the growing ache in his body. But he would call this exploration a success; he has learned quite a bit about satisfying Yussa in this shape, at least.
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"Caleb--hah--"
He's almost embarrassed by the keening sound he makes when Caleb figures out how to control even this most subtle use of his breath. Shocks spangle over the tender flesh between his legs, sparking over the hard nub of his clit as Caleb learns to direct it. Unthinking, he grabs at some part of Caleb's muzzle, a scale or small protruding horn or--anything. Anything to hold on as his urgency rises with the calculating use of electricity to drive him mad.
Even with all this, Yussa's orgasm takes him by surprise with its intensity. His thighs and core tremble as he tries to close his legs like he can trap the delicious sensation of his lover's thick tongue. He's lost track of time, he doesn't know how much longer Caleb has this shape but gods, he knows what he wants.
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