Even in his haze, there is still something deeply satisfying in feeling a lover fall to pieces. Caleb, in particular, is lovely when it happens. The flush in his face and chest, the gasping mantra of Yussa's name falling from his lips, and the rough strength of him as he lets his tenuous grip on his self-control go. Yussa shivers through it, feeling another roil of pleasure himself as Caleb finishes in him with grinding thrusts. He swears he can feel the man's cock throb with release, or maybe it's just his fevered imagination.
He slumps back against the bed, panting and too-heavy as Caleb holds onto him. His hands weaken, slowly falling from wherever they were holding on in the first place. For the first time since the damn reaction, Yussa feels vaguely in control of himself, his body momentarily quiet.
At some point, he reaches up to stroke his fingers through Caleb's hair, pushing it back from his face in an attempt to gather it again, though he's not quite sure what happened to the tie holding it.
As the clouds finally part for Yussa for the time being, Caleb is having his own moment of quietly putting the pieces of himself back together after a spectacular shattering. The residual pleasure still hums through his nerves and his head feels light. Yussa relaxes, and he does too, catching his breath.
The fingers threading through his hair earn a contented smile and a pleased hum, and when Caleb realizes the other wizard is trying to pull it back for him again, he becomes aware enough of his surroundings to also wonder where the tie has gone. "Ah, thank you," he murmurs, slightly bashful despite the circumstances. His hair won't stay that way, but the thought is nice. "Should I...?" His voice wavers slightly as his hips shift to start withdrawing his gradually softening cock, and a not insignificant amount of slick and seed with it. He asks only because there have been a few occasions where he hasn't pulled out for quite some time after, and Yussa has liked it that way. Today it's all a matter of what would satisfy him best.
Yussa breathes a quiet sigh and tries to consider his answer. There is part of him that is reluctant to let Caleb pull out of him, but... perhaps it would be better if he did? He doesn't know if it would becoming a delirious cycle of arousal spurred by just feeling him or if it will hold off the next wave.
But, given the way Caleb arrived and what he's been put through since then, Yussa thinks he should at least have a chance to get comfortable. He caresses Caleb's cheek, then his hand slides down to give the man's chest a gentle push.
"Undress, at least," he murmurs, a bit tired but no longer desperately inarticulate. A faint smile tugs his mouth. "And put your books somewhere safer." There are plenty of places that aren't the edge of Yussa's bed.
It is incredibly encouraging to hear Yussa speak in full sentences, even if they are short ones. "Okay," Caleb agrees with a breathy chuckle, already levering himself up to a kneel at the encouraging push. His hair falls loose back around his shoulders. "If you really want to look at me, I will not deny you."
He eases slowly out of the clinging wet heat of Yussa's body, mindful that he is likely very sensitive, and hopes it doesn't leave him feeling empty or unsatisfied. But it seems that the immediate overwhelming need has passed, or at least abated for the moment. Caleb walks on his knees to the edge of the bed, where he swings his legs off to finally remove his boots and make quick work of the remaining buttons on his shirt. Baring his heated skin feels good, and he nearly sighs in relief at the touch of the sea breeze wafting in through the window behind the bed. Once he's shucked his trousers and smalls as well he returns for his books, lifting them by the leather straps and crossing the room naked to deposit them on the clear surface of the desk. He doesn't rush back to Yussa, but he doesn't take his time either. Ultimately, nothing else in this room is nearly so interesting as the archmage himself, and Caleb still worries about him.
The sheets feel even better against his bare skin as he slides back onto the bed, laying down and stretching out at Yussa's side. His gaze drifts over him head to toe, both admiring and assessing. He knows the signs of arousal in Yussa's body, and they haven't faded. He reaches for him, laying a hand gently against his chest. "How do you feel?" he asks softly. "Still in need of my attention, ja?"
Though it will be a bit before he's able to use his cock again, he has plenty of ideas as to how he might still satisfy his lover.
Yussa sighs as Caleb pulls out of him and he feels the loss sharply. Still, he offers no protest and lets Caleb move so that he can tend himself. He takes the time to try and center himself, eyes closed as he listens to Caleb move and undress. It does occur to him that this is the first time he's had his lover in his bedroom - they've fucked in a guest room a few times, one he has allowed Caleb to stay in when he plans to be in Nicodranas for more than a day.
He opens his eyes again to watch Caleb's return to bed; he shifts and draws his legs together in an attempt to quell the feeling rising in him at the sight of the other wizard fully bare. It doesn't help and a shiver rushes through him as Caleb's hand rests against his hand. Yussa is still flushed and quite warm to the touch.
"It would seem so," he says, voice tight as he tries to hold on to any sense of control. "I feel I ought apologize while I'm able. For summoning you."
Well, he hadn't exactly, but Caleb had rushed here thinking the worst, and Yussa certainly hadn't intended to cause him any distress.
Caleb's expression softens, lips stretching into a sympathetic smile as his brow knits up. His hand moves from Yussa's chest to his cheek, cupping his face gently.
"I feel that you do not need to apologize at all, my friend. I am glad that I could be here when you needed me." His lips curl up further at one corner, playful and a little teasing. "And it is not like I am suffering. I would gladly spend the day in bed with you even without any further incentive."
They're close enough that he can lean in to kiss him, hoping to release him of any guilt he might feel. He can already hear the strain in his voice again and knows he'll have to start putting some of those ideas of his into motion.
"Come closer," he urges, rolling onto his side and opening his arms. "Let me hold you."
Yussa sighs sweetly beneath the kiss and he's already starting to turn toward Caleb when the other man makes his invitation. He moves closer, reveling in how good it feels to have bare skin against his. Fucking while mostly dresses certainly has its own pleasures, but this is a balm.
He leans for another kiss and slides his hand along Caleb's beard. Even after all this time, Yussa is still quite enamored with the novelty of it.
"Then I am grateful for your indulgence all the same."
Yussa fits so perfectly in his arms and against his body. Caleb gathers him close, a hand sweeping over warm skin up and down along his back as they share another kiss. Smiling, Caleb leans into the hand against his face, knowing the pattern of this touch as Yussa follows the line of his beard as he so soften does. Gods, he is terribly fond of his man. More so every time they do this.
"I will accept that," he agrees, "even if I feel I am getting as much from this as you are." His lips brush Yussa's again, kissing him just because he can. It's the definition of indulging himself.
"You will let me stay with you until this has passed? Until we have identified the precise cause of it?" He looks for confirmation only because he still doesn't presume he will be invited to stay overnight at Tidepeak unless Yussa offers it specifically. This time, though, he really must insist on staying, and even on sharing the archmage's bed, at least until he is entirely himself again.
The agreement comes effortlessly, in part because Caleb has established himself as someone Yussa can trust. He has not abused that and has been given opportunity to do so on several occasions. If this is to be his lot for the foreseeable future, he is grateful that it will be Caleb tending to him. Yussa cannot conceive of enduring this alone.
He kisses Caleb then, slow and savoring in a way he couldn't manage earlier.
"Remind me to inform Wensforth." Truly he doesn't need to, but it might save the long-suffering goblin some stress, even if it is not unusual for Yussa to disappear into his work for days after a trip like that. He would also prefer not to startle him should he come looking for Yussa to deliver food.
The easy confirmation brings a smile back to Caleb's lips. It's always reassuring to know that trust goes both ways. The longer, slower kiss that follows is all the sweeter for it. His lips linger near Yussa's as he promises, "I'll remember."
His hand slides down Yussa's back from nape to tailbone, and then further still, over the round of his ass and down the back of his thigh, where he takes a firmer grip. "For now, there is much I would do to help you feel better. I have ideas." And he is eager to implement them. With another kiss, Caleb guides Yussa's leg up to hook over his hip. It grants the access he wants and then some, and his fingers trail back along his thigh again before dipping down between, spreading flushed folds to rub over the opening of his cunt, sliding slickly through the mess he'd left there.
"I presume you are not opposed to some magical assistance?" he wonders, deciding it would be best to confirm now while Yussa is still mostly thinking straight.
Caleb's gentle, wandering caress would normally be something comforting, something Yussa could relax under. It's still pleasant, but now it adds fuel to a fire that never really stopped burning.
The way Caleb grips his thigh earns a sharper breath and Yussa offers no resistance as his leg is guided over the other man's hip and he is intensely aware of the way it exposes him. His gaze stays focused on Caleb's face as clever fingers stroke higher before rubbing against him, teasing his opening and reminding him just how wet he is. And as he recalls that Caleb's seed is part of the mix now, he has to hold back a little groan. Yussa slides his hand higher along Caleb's arm and holds tighter.
Gods, in all his life he can't remember ever feeling quite like this.
"Of course not," he answers. That has him curious, naturally, but the way Caleb is touching him now chases away any desire to ask. He'll just have to find out.
"Sehr gut," Caleb murmurs, and there is a little mischief in his eyes and the quirk of his lips. "I have something in mind I think you will enjoy a lot." But not just yet. For now, his gaze remains focused on Yussa's face too. While Caleb loves getting off as much as the next man, there is something especially appealing about giving pleasure without being distracted by his own need. With Yussa in particular he does this often enough that he would call it a staple of their sexual relationship, and he would have it no other way.
His fingers play over the other man's entrance a little longer, collecting the mixture of slick and seed that gradually drips from him and almost gently tucking it back inside. Then there's a little more deliberate pressure, and Caleb presses three long fingers into him, finding that Yussa opens for them easily when he has so recently taken his cock. They curl and withdraw to the first knuckle before sinking back inside, and Caleb finds and easy rhythm fucking him like that, rubbing with more precision than his cock could achieve against soft walls to find his sweet spot. Curious to see how it goes over, he lets his thumb rest lightly against his clit, exerting a gentle pressure without rubbing or stroking.
Yussa does moan as three fingers push into him with so little effort. He tips his head down to tuck against Caleb, his breath quickening as he's fucked like that, with far more precision and dexterity. Blunt nails dig against Caleb's am and he muffles his voice against the man's chest as his fingers curl just so.
Given their history, he truly does trust that Caleb will take care of him, that he will not give up or grow bored. That predilection toward giving pleasure without demanding is--well. It's certainly one of the reasons Yussa was interested in more than a one-off.
His hips jump as bare pressure is applied against his clit, and while Caleb doesn't do much more than that, any movement on Yussa's part creates friction. It isn't so overwhelming as it had been earlier, not so desperately sensitive to touch that he can't stand it. He lets go of a shivering breath and presses a kiss to Caleb's chest before tipping his head up again. His cunt tightens around the other man's fingers with the next subtle move of his hips.
The way Yussa reacts shows right away that his arousal has yet to taper off. Caleb fucks him steadily as he grasps at him and presses close to hide his moans. It's oddly endearing, and Caleb soothes him as much as he can. His lips brush over his forehead, and when he looks up again, his mouth in a gentle kiss. Leaving his thumb where it is seems to be working out just fine, as Yussa himself controls when and how he'd like to feel it most.
Watching and feeling him like this is a reward enough in itself. Yussa bears down inside as Caleb's thumb rolls harder against his clit with a rock of his hips, and Caleb is only encouraged to spread his fingers as he fucks him, pushing back against that tightness in a way he hopes will make Yussa feel nicely stretched again.
"Do you want it faster?" he murmurs, attentive. His fingers rub again and again against the spot that consistently makes Yussa moan and cling harder. There is so much he can do with his hands, and he gets a great deal of satisfaction from how much Yussa enjoys them.
It isn't long before Yussa is panting and trying to ride Caleb's fingers even as his lover fucks him with considerable expertise. Every breath is edged with a soft moan and his volume jumps when Caleb's thumb or his fingers move just right.
"Yes," he gasps out, losing his grip on any ability or desire to be articulate. If Caleb doesn't do it faster, Yussa might well try to do it himself.
It isn't the first time Caleb has seen him reduced to need, but this entire experience is the first time he's seen Yussa like this, and that is not a thought that will easily leave him when it is over. He's done foolish things in the past and there are likely foolish things in his future, but he does try to avoid embarrassing himself. Usually it isn't an issue, as he often works alone.
He finds himself rather grateful now that there is someone who thought to check on him, and someone who would come to help.
Yussa arches his back and his brow knits as tension builds.
There's no need for Yussa to worry himself over anything. When he asks for it, Caleb speeds up at once, plunging his fingers into him with precision and dragging them out again to repeat the process, chasing the movement of Yussa's hips. He's good at reading his cues, at being right where he needs to be, thumb pressing down just a little tighter as Yussa's expression changes. The arch of his back is so lovely, and Caleb leans down to bury his face against his neck with an encouraging murmur telling him in Zemnian how beautiful and wanton he looks.
Yussa's skin is warm and fragrant, and Caleb delights in lavishing it with nipping kisses all the way down to his shoulder. He has to curl in a little more to reach lower than that, but it is entirely worth it to kiss over his breasts and get his lips around a peaked brown nipple, sucking and lavishing it with his tongue.
Caleb has found this new, brazen version of Yussa strikingly attractive, and he's happy to help him work through this for as long as he needs to, even more happy if he can make it a pleasurable experience rather than an embarrassing one. But he'll be glad when Yussa is entirely himself again; losing control like this, even with someone trusted and dedicated to help him through it, must be difficult for him, to say the least.
Yussa pushes his elegant fingers into Caleb's hair, holding far tighter than he means to as the other man's mouth closes around a firm nipple. The attention is perfect. He gasps sharply, voice rising in a moan. He goes tight around Caleb's fingers as they plunge into him and he cries out, arching toward the younger man as he does.
He doesn't stop moving as he comes, as the dizzying pleasure crashes through him. Yussa pants for air even as he clutches Caleb's head. There is a delirious kind of relief that comes with release this time - a welcome change from the first few. He feels lightheaded and a heavy hand drops down between them to catch Caleb's wrist if he needs to in order to still him. It's for the best that his face is already flushed, otherwise a blush might have come on when he feels just how slick Caleb's fingers are as his own brush past them. He carefully avoids his cunt for now, content with his lover's touch rather than his own.
Caleb gasps at the hard grip in his hair, and Yussa twists against him as he comes, voice raised in what seems like almost euphoric pleasure. Finally a real release, perhaps, after so many that have left him just as needy as he was before. Caleb fucks him through it, but recognizes the intensity and slides his thumb away from his clit quickly, not wanting to turn his pleasure sour. His hand has slowed already, but stops moving entirely at Yussa's warning touch. He's entirely aware of how soaked his fingers are. They remain inside his lover for the moment, giving him something to clench down on as his cunt flutters with aftershocks.
With a soft, satisfied hum, Caleb licks gently over his nipple again before kissing up along the curve of his breast, then burying his face against his chest between them and kissing there too, appreciating the softness. "Good, schatz?" he asks simply, muffled but audible.
"Good," he sighs in answer. His other hand strokes through Caleb's hair as warm lips press against his chest. Yussa just breathes as the heaviness sets in, that delicious, languid feeling. He has no way of knowing how long it will last, but by the gods he will enjoy it while he can.
Yussa murmurs something in Elvish as he tips his head down to kiss the top of Caleb's. He repeats in Common: "Sweet boy."
With Caleb's fingers in him, he feels full as the ripples of his orgasm finally begin to fade. He strokes his hand up Caleb's arm and shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the wonderful... familiarity. The comfort of it.
He doesn't really want to break the moment, but he says, "There should be a pitcher of water and a few glasses... somewhere."
Hidden against Yussa's chest as the man presses a kiss to his hair, Caleb's face heats all over again at the translation of those fond-sounding murmured words. There's a happy little flutter in his chest and warm rush of arousal that settles low in his stomach, though his body still has no outlet for it. He's glad Yussa can't see his bashful smile, because it's ridiculous that something so simple should have such an effect on him. His response is another quiet kiss to the same spot.
This is comfortable and intimate, curled up against and around each other as they both take time to recover. That little flutter in Caleb's chest only grows at the gentle way Yussa touches him. He returns it by letting his lips drift softly over his skin.
But as nice as this is, he could use some water too. He withdraws his fingers with care, rubbing them gently through his folds to leave the majority of the slickness there as lays a soft kiss against his forehead.
"I'll find them," he promises, and after the two of them are disentangled, sways to his feet to look around the room again. A quick cast of Prestidigitation cleans his hands completely, and he spots the pitcher and cups on the low table near the center of the room. He pours two up to the brim, taking a moment to take a long sip from one and refill it before returning to the bed with both, feeling slightly less parched. Folding one leg up under him as he settles near Yussa again, sitting up this time, he offers the untouched cup.
Yussa makes a soft sound as Caleb's fingers slip free. He rolls onto his back so that the other man has more freedom to get up. The cool breeze coming in through the window soothes overheated skin.
He realizes as Caleb returns that he will need to sit up for this. Yussa pushes himself up to accept the glass, and takes a long drink. He isn't expecting to feel vulnerable as his ability to think clearly resurfaces. He's certainly been naked and aroused with Caleb before, there is no part of him that is a mystery to this man. But it's different, somehow, in this room. His room.
He manages to prop himself up against the wall at the head of the bed, the solid space between the lattice windows. Yussa drinks more water, trying to take a moment to center himself, but that internal balance is still off. When he opens his eyes again, he speaks.
"The smoke this caused was very effective. Thick, not unpleasant. It filled the workshop remarkably quickly. It didn't linger very much once I threw the windows open."
Naturally the first thing he brings up as soon as he can think beyond an urgent need for sex would be how this happened in the first place.
As Yussa gets comfortable at the head of the bed, Caleb sits facing him, admiring how the light shining through the latticework casts shadows in the same intricate shapes across Yussa's bare skin. He truly looks like he belongs here. Which makes sense, of course, this being his bedroom. Caleb is still more than a little amazed to find himself here too.
There is nothing surprising about Yussa jumping immediately into discussing how this had all began. They haven't been able to yet, and Caleb is glad that he is finally clear-minded enough to do so. He nods, taking another long drink, and lets his free hand settle against Yussa's knee affectionately, not quite able to give up physical connection between them entirely.
"What were you attempting at the time? I assume you brought back plenty from your trip that requires further study."
To encourage that touch, Yussa slides his leg closer to Caleb. He considers his answer, trying to remember precisely what he'd done up to that moment.
"I was trying a different combination of components to test the stability of a spell," he says at last. "Something new I brought back with one of ones I had been working with before."
The new component being one he hadn't worked with directly before. Yussa holds his cup against his bottom lip and frowns.
"I don't think I mixed up any of the bags." It's possible, though. He'd been taking notes as he was reaching for things. "I'll need to go back to the workshop to look."
Thankfully he hadn't knocked everything off the table.
So encouraged, Caleb's hand slides a little higher with a gentle squeeze against Yussa's thigh and a soft smile flickering over his lips. As he listens intently to the other wizard's explanation, it occurs to him not for the first time that he is a little bit in love. But that's nothing unusual for him when it comes to intelligent, attractive people whose company he enjoys often, and rather than being disheartening, in this case it's something he quietly enjoys. He can appreciate this crush for what it is, and all the warm, silly feelings that come with it.
"I'll look with you," he promises. "Between the two of us, I am certain we'll quickly discover what went wrong." His thumb rubs against the soft skin on the inside of Yussa's knee reassuringly, and he ducks in to kiss the faint bruise he'd sucked into Yussa's neck earlier, just beneath his jaw.
"You asked that I remind you to inform Wensforth that I will be staying," he recalls, leaning back. "And, ah...seeing to your needs, for the time being." This seems like the ideal time for that, while Yussa is in the most lucid state he's seen him in since his arrival.
"Hm? Oh, yes, thank you." He strokes Caleb's jaw, a smile hidden in his voice as the younger man kisses his neck. Yussa leans over to retrieve a small piece of copper wire from the nightstand so that he can cast Sending.
"Master Widogast is here and is staying the night." He considers very quickly before going on: "We are not to be disturbed... but do send up meals. And tea. Thank you."
He's quiet as he listens to whatever response the long-suffering goblin gives him and a faint smirk tugs at his mouth. He casts it again.
"We will be in my apartments for the rest of the night and likely the morning." He waits again for a reply, then sets the wire aside. "Fussy thing. There should be a meal and something more than water in a little bit."
Yussa doesn't know how long his lucidity will last, but he finds himself hoping he's made it through the worst of it. He's quite worn out now that he's not in the heat of it.
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He slumps back against the bed, panting and too-heavy as Caleb holds onto him. His hands weaken, slowly falling from wherever they were holding on in the first place. For the first time since the damn reaction, Yussa feels vaguely in control of himself, his body momentarily quiet.
At some point, he reaches up to stroke his fingers through Caleb's hair, pushing it back from his face in an attempt to gather it again, though he's not quite sure what happened to the tie holding it.
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The fingers threading through his hair earn a contented smile and a pleased hum, and when Caleb realizes the other wizard is trying to pull it back for him again, he becomes aware enough of his surroundings to also wonder where the tie has gone. "Ah, thank you," he murmurs, slightly bashful despite the circumstances. His hair won't stay that way, but the thought is nice. "Should I...?" His voice wavers slightly as his hips shift to start withdrawing his gradually softening cock, and a not insignificant amount of slick and seed with it. He asks only because there have been a few occasions where he hasn't pulled out for quite some time after, and Yussa has liked it that way. Today it's all a matter of what would satisfy him best.
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But, given the way Caleb arrived and what he's been put through since then, Yussa thinks he should at least have a chance to get comfortable. He caresses Caleb's cheek, then his hand slides down to give the man's chest a gentle push.
"Undress, at least," he murmurs, a bit tired but no longer desperately inarticulate. A faint smile tugs his mouth. "And put your books somewhere safer." There are plenty of places that aren't the edge of Yussa's bed.
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He eases slowly out of the clinging wet heat of Yussa's body, mindful that he is likely very sensitive, and hopes it doesn't leave him feeling empty or unsatisfied. But it seems that the immediate overwhelming need has passed, or at least abated for the moment. Caleb walks on his knees to the edge of the bed, where he swings his legs off to finally remove his boots and make quick work of the remaining buttons on his shirt. Baring his heated skin feels good, and he nearly sighs in relief at the touch of the sea breeze wafting in through the window behind the bed. Once he's shucked his trousers and smalls as well he returns for his books, lifting them by the leather straps and crossing the room naked to deposit them on the clear surface of the desk. He doesn't rush back to Yussa, but he doesn't take his time either. Ultimately, nothing else in this room is nearly so interesting as the archmage himself, and Caleb still worries about him.
The sheets feel even better against his bare skin as he slides back onto the bed, laying down and stretching out at Yussa's side. His gaze drifts over him head to toe, both admiring and assessing. He knows the signs of arousal in Yussa's body, and they haven't faded. He reaches for him, laying a hand gently against his chest. "How do you feel?" he asks softly. "Still in need of my attention, ja?"
Though it will be a bit before he's able to use his cock again, he has plenty of ideas as to how he might still satisfy his lover.
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He opens his eyes again to watch Caleb's return to bed; he shifts and draws his legs together in an attempt to quell the feeling rising in him at the sight of the other wizard fully bare. It doesn't help and a shiver rushes through him as Caleb's hand rests against his hand. Yussa is still flushed and quite warm to the touch.
"It would seem so," he says, voice tight as he tries to hold on to any sense of control. "I feel I ought apologize while I'm able. For summoning you."
Well, he hadn't exactly, but Caleb had rushed here thinking the worst, and Yussa certainly hadn't intended to cause him any distress.
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"I feel that you do not need to apologize at all, my friend. I am glad that I could be here when you needed me." His lips curl up further at one corner, playful and a little teasing. "And it is not like I am suffering. I would gladly spend the day in bed with you even without any further incentive."
They're close enough that he can lean in to kiss him, hoping to release him of any guilt he might feel. He can already hear the strain in his voice again and knows he'll have to start putting some of those ideas of his into motion.
"Come closer," he urges, rolling onto his side and opening his arms. "Let me hold you."
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He leans for another kiss and slides his hand along Caleb's beard. Even after all this time, Yussa is still quite enamored with the novelty of it.
"Then I am grateful for your indulgence all the same."
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"I will accept that," he agrees, "even if I feel I am getting as much from this as you are." His lips brush Yussa's again, kissing him just because he can. It's the definition of indulging himself.
"You will let me stay with you until this has passed? Until we have identified the precise cause of it?" He looks for confirmation only because he still doesn't presume he will be invited to stay overnight at Tidepeak unless Yussa offers it specifically. This time, though, he really must insist on staying, and even on sharing the archmage's bed, at least until he is entirely himself again.
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The agreement comes effortlessly, in part because Caleb has established himself as someone Yussa can trust. He has not abused that and has been given opportunity to do so on several occasions. If this is to be his lot for the foreseeable future, he is grateful that it will be Caleb tending to him. Yussa cannot conceive of enduring this alone.
He kisses Caleb then, slow and savoring in a way he couldn't manage earlier.
"Remind me to inform Wensforth." Truly he doesn't need to, but it might save the long-suffering goblin some stress, even if it is not unusual for Yussa to disappear into his work for days after a trip like that. He would also prefer not to startle him should he come looking for Yussa to deliver food.
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His hand slides down Yussa's back from nape to tailbone, and then further still, over the round of his ass and down the back of his thigh, where he takes a firmer grip. "For now, there is much I would do to help you feel better. I have ideas." And he is eager to implement them. With another kiss, Caleb guides Yussa's leg up to hook over his hip. It grants the access he wants and then some, and his fingers trail back along his thigh again before dipping down between, spreading flushed folds to rub over the opening of his cunt, sliding slickly through the mess he'd left there.
"I presume you are not opposed to some magical assistance?" he wonders, deciding it would be best to confirm now while Yussa is still mostly thinking straight.
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The way Caleb grips his thigh earns a sharper breath and Yussa offers no resistance as his leg is guided over the other man's hip and he is intensely aware of the way it exposes him. His gaze stays focused on Caleb's face as clever fingers stroke higher before rubbing against him, teasing his opening and reminding him just how wet he is. And as he recalls that Caleb's seed is part of the mix now, he has to hold back a little groan. Yussa slides his hand higher along Caleb's arm and holds tighter.
Gods, in all his life he can't remember ever feeling quite like this.
"Of course not," he answers. That has him curious, naturally, but the way Caleb is touching him now chases away any desire to ask. He'll just have to find out.
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His fingers play over the other man's entrance a little longer, collecting the mixture of slick and seed that gradually drips from him and almost gently tucking it back inside. Then there's a little more deliberate pressure, and Caleb presses three long fingers into him, finding that Yussa opens for them easily when he has so recently taken his cock. They curl and withdraw to the first knuckle before sinking back inside, and Caleb finds and easy rhythm fucking him like that, rubbing with more precision than his cock could achieve against soft walls to find his sweet spot. Curious to see how it goes over, he lets his thumb rest lightly against his clit, exerting a gentle pressure without rubbing or stroking.
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Given their history, he truly does trust that Caleb will take care of him, that he will not give up or grow bored. That predilection toward giving pleasure without demanding is--well. It's certainly one of the reasons Yussa was interested in more than a one-off.
His hips jump as bare pressure is applied against his clit, and while Caleb doesn't do much more than that, any movement on Yussa's part creates friction. It isn't so overwhelming as it had been earlier, not so desperately sensitive to touch that he can't stand it. He lets go of a shivering breath and presses a kiss to Caleb's chest before tipping his head up again. His cunt tightens around the other man's fingers with the next subtle move of his hips.
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Watching and feeling him like this is a reward enough in itself. Yussa bears down inside as Caleb's thumb rolls harder against his clit with a rock of his hips, and Caleb is only encouraged to spread his fingers as he fucks him, pushing back against that tightness in a way he hopes will make Yussa feel nicely stretched again.
"Do you want it faster?" he murmurs, attentive. His fingers rub again and again against the spot that consistently makes Yussa moan and cling harder. There is so much he can do with his hands, and he gets a great deal of satisfaction from how much Yussa enjoys them.
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"Yes," he gasps out, losing his grip on any ability or desire to be articulate. If Caleb doesn't do it faster, Yussa might well try to do it himself.
It isn't the first time Caleb has seen him reduced to need, but this entire experience is the first time he's seen Yussa like this, and that is not a thought that will easily leave him when it is over. He's done foolish things in the past and there are likely foolish things in his future, but he does try to avoid embarrassing himself. Usually it isn't an issue, as he often works alone.
He finds himself rather grateful now that there is someone who thought to check on him, and someone who would come to help.
Yussa arches his back and his brow knits as tension builds.
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Yussa's skin is warm and fragrant, and Caleb delights in lavishing it with nipping kisses all the way down to his shoulder. He has to curl in a little more to reach lower than that, but it is entirely worth it to kiss over his breasts and get his lips around a peaked brown nipple, sucking and lavishing it with his tongue.
Caleb has found this new, brazen version of Yussa strikingly attractive, and he's happy to help him work through this for as long as he needs to, even more happy if he can make it a pleasurable experience rather than an embarrassing one. But he'll be glad when Yussa is entirely himself again; losing control like this, even with someone trusted and dedicated to help him through it, must be difficult for him, to say the least.
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He doesn't stop moving as he comes, as the dizzying pleasure crashes through him. Yussa pants for air even as he clutches Caleb's head. There is a delirious kind of relief that comes with release this time - a welcome change from the first few. He feels lightheaded and a heavy hand drops down between them to catch Caleb's wrist if he needs to in order to still him. It's for the best that his face is already flushed, otherwise a blush might have come on when he feels just how slick Caleb's fingers are as his own brush past them. He carefully avoids his cunt for now, content with his lover's touch rather than his own.
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With a soft, satisfied hum, Caleb licks gently over his nipple again before kissing up along the curve of his breast, then burying his face against his chest between them and kissing there too, appreciating the softness. "Good, schatz?" he asks simply, muffled but audible.
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Yussa murmurs something in Elvish as he tips his head down to kiss the top of Caleb's. He repeats in Common: "Sweet boy."
With Caleb's fingers in him, he feels full as the ripples of his orgasm finally begin to fade. He strokes his hand up Caleb's arm and shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the wonderful... familiarity. The comfort of it.
He doesn't really want to break the moment, but he says, "There should be a pitcher of water and a few glasses... somewhere."
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This is comfortable and intimate, curled up against and around each other as they both take time to recover. That little flutter in Caleb's chest only grows at the gentle way Yussa touches him. He returns it by letting his lips drift softly over his skin.
But as nice as this is, he could use some water too. He withdraws his fingers with care, rubbing them gently through his folds to leave the majority of the slickness there as lays a soft kiss against his forehead.
"I'll find them," he promises, and after the two of them are disentangled, sways to his feet to look around the room again. A quick cast of Prestidigitation cleans his hands completely, and he spots the pitcher and cups on the low table near the center of the room. He pours two up to the brim, taking a moment to take a long sip from one and refill it before returning to the bed with both, feeling slightly less parched. Folding one leg up under him as he settles near Yussa again, sitting up this time, he offers the untouched cup.
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He realizes as Caleb returns that he will need to sit up for this. Yussa pushes himself up to accept the glass, and takes a long drink. He isn't expecting to feel vulnerable as his ability to think clearly resurfaces. He's certainly been naked and aroused with Caleb before, there is no part of him that is a mystery to this man. But it's different, somehow, in this room. His room.
He manages to prop himself up against the wall at the head of the bed, the solid space between the lattice windows. Yussa drinks more water, trying to take a moment to center himself, but that internal balance is still off. When he opens his eyes again, he speaks.
"The smoke this caused was very effective. Thick, not unpleasant. It filled the workshop remarkably quickly. It didn't linger very much once I threw the windows open."
Naturally the first thing he brings up as soon as he can think beyond an urgent need for sex would be how this happened in the first place.
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There is nothing surprising about Yussa jumping immediately into discussing how this had all began. They haven't been able to yet, and Caleb is glad that he is finally clear-minded enough to do so. He nods, taking another long drink, and lets his free hand settle against Yussa's knee affectionately, not quite able to give up physical connection between them entirely.
"What were you attempting at the time? I assume you brought back plenty from your trip that requires further study."
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"I was trying a different combination of components to test the stability of a spell," he says at last. "Something new I brought back with one of ones I had been working with before."
The new component being one he hadn't worked with directly before. Yussa holds his cup against his bottom lip and frowns.
"I don't think I mixed up any of the bags." It's possible, though. He'd been taking notes as he was reaching for things. "I'll need to go back to the workshop to look."
Thankfully he hadn't knocked everything off the table.
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"I'll look with you," he promises. "Between the two of us, I am certain we'll quickly discover what went wrong." His thumb rubs against the soft skin on the inside of Yussa's knee reassuringly, and he ducks in to kiss the faint bruise he'd sucked into Yussa's neck earlier, just beneath his jaw.
"You asked that I remind you to inform Wensforth that I will be staying," he recalls, leaning back. "And, ah...seeing to your needs, for the time being." This seems like the ideal time for that, while Yussa is in the most lucid state he's seen him in since his arrival.
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"Master Widogast is here and is staying the night." He considers very quickly before going on: "We are not to be disturbed... but do send up meals. And tea. Thank you."
He's quiet as he listens to whatever response the long-suffering goblin gives him and a faint smirk tugs at his mouth. He casts it again.
"We will be in my apartments for the rest of the night and likely the morning." He waits again for a reply, then sets the wire aside. "Fussy thing. There should be a meal and something more than water in a little bit."
Yussa doesn't know how long his lucidity will last, but he finds himself hoping he's made it through the worst of it. He's quite worn out now that he's not in the heat of it.
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