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.
There are several horns within reach on Caleb's muzzle, and he finds himself charmed by Yussa's desperate grab for one--the most prominent, centered near the end of his snout. It must be for support as his pleasure climbs rapidly; while Caleb wouldn't put it past Yussa to attempt to direct a dragon that way, the evidence is clear that he is doing a fine job of giving him what he needs already.
Not even a minute later, Yussa's body jerks, tensing and quivering. His tight, trembling thighs snap shut around his snout, which is an effect Caleb quite likes, as he continues to slide his tongue back and forth against and within him--indulgent, rolling thrusts, deep and probing. He can feel the rhythmic squeeze of his cunt bearing down around it, and rumbles his satisfaction.
When that fluttering begins to fade and Yussa's shaking muscles start to relax, he withdraws with a few more light, flickering licks over his slick folds from the forked tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of him. His neck recoils, lifting his head to give him a lovely view of his trembling elven lover from above.
Only one orgasm, and Yussa already looks a bit wrung out. That must have been very good.
"Again?"
That single word conveys Caleb's pride and eagerness well. The low rasp of his voice is warm and inviting, and his eyes are bright with interest.
Yussa looks up at the dragon, who looks about as self-satisfied as a dragon can, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. Caleb's interest is clear and that alone gives him a shiver of excitement. His cunt is still throbbing, but that has never stopped them continuing before. Yussa shifts his position, spreading his thighs again as his fingers brush over and part soft, slick folds. As if Caleb needs the temptation; it has more use than that, though. He's testing his own sensitivity - he's not too far gone yet, even with this new experience.
"When am I ever going to have a dragon licking my cunt again?" he murmurs, voice heavy and still quietly breathless. "Do you want to stay like this?"
It's as good a chance to change position as any, though he supposes if Caleb decides to move him, there isn't much he can do about it while his lover is in this shape.
Whatever other use it has, the display Yussa makes of himself as his fingers spread his folds pulls a low growl from Caleb's throat, his desire projected through a lens of raw draconic possessiveness. He wants, and this seems the best way to express it. He already misses the taste of him, the heat of his cunt around his tongue. Yussa asks, in a way that both thrills and amuses him, when he is going to have this again, and what might be a dragon's grin colors his deep, rasping voice.
"Whenever you'd like, if I have the spell to spare."
Casting a spell of this level solely for such an illicit purpose is wildly excessive, almoat arrogant, but that only makes it more appealing. The power is his own, and it costs him nothing. Why not occasionally use it to please his lover?
"Turn over," he says, answering Yussa's question. The end of his snout nudges gently at his shoulder. "Onto your knees." He will still be able to lean on his foreleg, even hold onto him if he needs.
Yussa is quite certain he can feel himself get wetter when Caleb insists that he roll over. He moves after that nudge, repositioning himself on his knees, facing away from the dragon but still braced against his foreleg. There is something base about the position - there always is, in an enticing way. His knees slide further apart and Yussa arches his back to present himself. It's easy to lean into Caleb's leg as he does, knowing well bracing won't bother the dragon at all.
He can feel his lover's warm, electric breath behind him and Yussa bows his head with a soft, heavy exhale. The excitement in the other wizard's voice is intoxicating and he takes pride in knowing he is the cause as much as their experiment. It is absolute nonsense to offer to cast such a high level spell on a whim for something like this, but it is also deeply attractive to imagine his lover's talents - all of them - at his beck and call.
Yussa peers over his shoulder, golden eyes bright and pupils wide in the moonlit courtyard.
Behind him, Caleb's powerful tail whips once against the flagstones, expending the pent-up energy within him where he can without another outlet. He is very certain that he has a cock in this shape, but doing anything with it seems like such an impossibility he barely considers it. But as Yussa takes that enticing position, appealing to him for many of the same reasons, his desire is raw, potent, nearly tangible. His gaze is heavy and sharp as it rakes over him. Gods, he is incredible. Caleb breathes out slowly when their eyes meet, sparks dancing between his teeth.
"Perfect," he declares roughly. He feels his weight against his leg, meager though it is, and concludes that he's braced himself as well as he can. No reason to delay, then. Presented just for him, he looks delicious.
The first swipe of his tongue is long and slow. He drags the length of it up from his cunt all the way to his tailbone, licking along his slit and between his cheeks. The next flickers over his clit and dips past his soft entrance, making him growl low and electric with pleasure at the wet, easy slide to pierce him deep again at this new angle. Given his size compared to Yussa's, this isn't so much like eating him out as it is thoroughly fucking him with his tongue, and he dedicates himself to that purpose.
Yussa catches the restless whip of Caleb's tail, but he doesn't know what relief he can offer to his lover. Caleb will have to manage, as he has so often before, and his eventual release will be all the sweeter for it.
The first sweep of Caleb's tongue forces a soft, startled moan from Yussa as the slick length of it touches him everywhere. His fingers curl around a claw, gripping tightly as it teases him, then pushes in with a growl that sends static spangling over tender skin. Yussa moans again, voice heavy as he adjusts to the new angle of entry. Caleb's tongue easily fills him but it is far more dexterous than his cock, even more so than his fingers and certainly longer.
Unthinking, Yussa shifts to try to perch his hips just so, until he gets pressure against his pubic mound and so indirect pressure against his clit. He moves between that and the impressive stroke of Caleb's tongue.
Luckily, Caleb is quite accustomed to waiting. Enjoys it, even, in the right context. It is a little harder to get into that mindset when he is a dragon, but he is far too invested in showing Yussa what he is capable of to let his frustration distract him. His lover's reactions alone make this more than worth enduring a little longer.
Yussa knows what he wants even now, tilting his hips to ensure his mound is pressed against his warm scales. Delighted, Caleb gives a pleased growl, and rewards him by licking deep, then withdrawing his tongue to roll the forked tip directly over his clit, flicking up and down with firm pressure before a long stroke all the way up to the small of his back again that leaves his dark skin wet and gleaming.
Caleb lowers his head closer and his great mouth opens wider, exposing rows of deadly teeth, bone-white in the moonlight. The static of his breath puffs over Yussa's arched back. He licks further up his spine, little more than a playful flicker, before angling his tongue in a hot, slow press back down. Every inch of him is appealing to tease and taste this way. With an earnest eagerness that Yussa might recall, his broad tongue licks a long, wet pass over the tight rim of his ass. Caleb gives no quarter, slicking his hole over and over again with his warm, wet tongue.
Yussa sinks into the unique pleasure his lover gives him. He bows his head, panting as the dragon's forked tongue offers more direct attention before dragging up his body. It's the scale that is overwhelming, the sheer length of Caleb's tongue, coupled with its dexterity makes it feel like it can, and will, touch him everywhere.
The dangerous thrill of realizing Caleb's mouth is wide above him is intense. He catches sight of large teeth and is only distracted by the shocks of electricity over his skin accompanying every breath. Yussa closes his eyes, letting some of the tension ease from his shoulders to let Caleb bear almost all of his weight--
Then he breathes in sharply, hips jumping as that tongue, long and hot and eager, slides to tease his ass. He lets it go in a heavier sigh and spreads his legs further, as if he could give Caleb any easier access than he already has. Yussa grips heavy scales tightly as Caleb's thick tongue strokes and teases, ensuring that he is a mess of saliva and his own slick between his thighs.
"That's it," he encourages, accent heavy. Yussa shifts his weight to get his hand between his legs from beneath to avoid interrupting Caleb's insistent work. His fingers stroke over his hard clit and lower to rub against the opening of his cunt.
He likes Yussa like this, draped over his foreleg with his thighs spread so wide he could nuzzle right up against his cunt, if he wanted to. He wants to feel him go entirely limp, given over to pleasure enough that the tension in his body relaxes, trusting Caleb to know what he needs.
Pleasure shivers through his massive body with the older wizard's encouragement, and he sighs in agreement, expelling more tiny sparks of lightning along with his warm breath. His tongue sweeps down and tangles briefly with Yussa's fingers, snaking around and between them to caress his stiff clit before another long, all-encompassing lap up to his spit-slicked ass.
His wide, slightly rough tongue easily covers the furled muscle with every warm, heavy stroke over it, as though he hopes to make this hole as soft and wet as his cunt. It is only when Yussa's limbs feel loose with pleasure that Caleb licks with more pressure against the center, coaxing his tight opening to accept the penetration of a slick, flexible tongue a little at a time, never any more than what is easy and comfortable.
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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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Not even a minute later, Yussa's body jerks, tensing and quivering. His tight, trembling thighs snap shut around his snout, which is an effect Caleb quite likes, as he continues to slide his tongue back and forth against and within him--indulgent, rolling thrusts, deep and probing. He can feel the rhythmic squeeze of his cunt bearing down around it, and rumbles his satisfaction.
When that fluttering begins to fade and Yussa's shaking muscles start to relax, he withdraws with a few more light, flickering licks over his slick folds from the forked tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of him. His neck recoils, lifting his head to give him a lovely view of his trembling elven lover from above.
Only one orgasm, and Yussa already looks a bit wrung out. That must have been very good.
"Again?"
That single word conveys Caleb's pride and eagerness well. The low rasp of his voice is warm and inviting, and his eyes are bright with interest.
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"When am I ever going to have a dragon licking my cunt again?" he murmurs, voice heavy and still quietly breathless. "Do you want to stay like this?"
It's as good a chance to change position as any, though he supposes if Caleb decides to move him, there isn't much he can do about it while his lover is in this shape.
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"Whenever you'd like, if I have the spell to spare."
Casting a spell of this level solely for such an illicit purpose is wildly excessive, almoat arrogant, but that only makes it more appealing. The power is his own, and it costs him nothing. Why not occasionally use it to please his lover?
"Turn over," he says, answering Yussa's question. The end of his snout nudges gently at his shoulder. "Onto your knees." He will still be able to lean on his foreleg, even hold onto him if he needs.
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He can feel his lover's warm, electric breath behind him and Yussa bows his head with a soft, heavy exhale. The excitement in the other wizard's voice is intoxicating and he takes pride in knowing he is the cause as much as their experiment. It is absolute nonsense to offer to cast such a high level spell on a whim for something like this, but it is also deeply attractive to imagine his lover's talents - all of them - at his beck and call.
Yussa peers over his shoulder, golden eyes bright and pupils wide in the moonlit courtyard.
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"Perfect," he declares roughly. He feels his weight against his leg, meager though it is, and concludes that he's braced himself as well as he can. No reason to delay, then. Presented just for him, he looks delicious.
The first swipe of his tongue is long and slow. He drags the length of it up from his cunt all the way to his tailbone, licking along his slit and between his cheeks. The next flickers over his clit and dips past his soft entrance, making him growl low and electric with pleasure at the wet, easy slide to pierce him deep again at this new angle. Given his size compared to Yussa's, this isn't so much like eating him out as it is thoroughly fucking him with his tongue, and he dedicates himself to that purpose.
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The first sweep of Caleb's tongue forces a soft, startled moan from Yussa as the slick length of it touches him everywhere. His fingers curl around a claw, gripping tightly as it teases him, then pushes in with a growl that sends static spangling over tender skin. Yussa moans again, voice heavy as he adjusts to the new angle of entry. Caleb's tongue easily fills him but it is far more dexterous than his cock, even more so than his fingers and certainly longer.
Unthinking, Yussa shifts to try to perch his hips just so, until he gets pressure against his pubic mound and so indirect pressure against his clit. He moves between that and the impressive stroke of Caleb's tongue.
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Yussa knows what he wants even now, tilting his hips to ensure his mound is pressed against his warm scales. Delighted, Caleb gives a pleased growl, and rewards him by licking deep, then withdrawing his tongue to roll the forked tip directly over his clit, flicking up and down with firm pressure before a long stroke all the way up to the small of his back again that leaves his dark skin wet and gleaming.
Caleb lowers his head closer and his great mouth opens wider, exposing rows of deadly teeth, bone-white in the moonlight. The static of his breath puffs over Yussa's arched back. He licks further up his spine, little more than a playful flicker, before angling his tongue in a hot, slow press back down. Every inch of him is appealing to tease and taste this way. With an earnest eagerness that Yussa might recall, his broad tongue licks a long, wet pass over the tight rim of his ass. Caleb gives no quarter, slicking his hole over and over again with his warm, wet tongue.
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The dangerous thrill of realizing Caleb's mouth is wide above him is intense. He catches sight of large teeth and is only distracted by the shocks of electricity over his skin accompanying every breath. Yussa closes his eyes, letting some of the tension ease from his shoulders to let Caleb bear almost all of his weight--
Then he breathes in sharply, hips jumping as that tongue, long and hot and eager, slides to tease his ass. He lets it go in a heavier sigh and spreads his legs further, as if he could give Caleb any easier access than he already has. Yussa grips heavy scales tightly as Caleb's thick tongue strokes and teases, ensuring that he is a mess of saliva and his own slick between his thighs.
"That's it," he encourages, accent heavy. Yussa shifts his weight to get his hand between his legs from beneath to avoid interrupting Caleb's insistent work. His fingers stroke over his hard clit and lower to rub against the opening of his cunt.
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Pleasure shivers through his massive body with the older wizard's encouragement, and he sighs in agreement, expelling more tiny sparks of lightning along with his warm breath. His tongue sweeps down and tangles briefly with Yussa's fingers, snaking around and between them to caress his stiff clit before another long, all-encompassing lap up to his spit-slicked ass.
His wide, slightly rough tongue easily covers the furled muscle with every warm, heavy stroke over it, as though he hopes to make this hole as soft and wet as his cunt. It is only when Yussa's limbs feel loose with pleasure that Caleb licks with more pressure against the center, coaxing his tight opening to accept the penetration of a slick, flexible tongue a little at a time, never any more than what is easy and comfortable.
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