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.
Based on his interactions with both Wensforth and Yussa, Caleb can at least imagine the side of the conversation he isn't hearing. He smiles at the fondness in the archmage's voice when he calls the goblin fussy.
"A meal and a drink would be welcome," he says. For Yussa especially, he suspects. This must have taken a lot out of him. Finishing his own glass of water, he wordlessly holds his hand out for Yussa's and goes to refill them both. It's good that they'd contacted Wensforth now, as the pitcher is nearly empty.
When he returns, sliding back onto the bed and returning Yussa's glass, he settles beside him this time, putting his back to the window. It's easier to touch him that way, laying a hand over the back of his neck and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "You don't mind me staying in this room?" he asks carefully. "We could move to the one I have used before if you would be more comfortable with that."
Yussa relinquishes his glass, knowing he should keep drinking. Maybe it will help clear whatever he inhaled from his system faster. He stays where he is as Caleb settles next to him and he tips his head subtly toward the affectionate kiss.
"I want to be in this room," he says quietly. Yussa realizes it is a strange stubbornness, maybe, given that the entire tower is his and there is really no part of it in which he would feel unsafe, but... He wants to be here.
"And it does not trouble me to have you here," he adds as he meets Caleb's gaze. "You have been... diligent. And kind."
Meeting the molten gold of Yussa's eyes as the man commends him so highly has Caleb's face heating all over again. For a man who values his privacy as much as Yussa, it is no small thing to be welcomed into his own bed. "With you it is not difficult to be either," he replies with sincerity. "But I am grateful for your trust, my friend."
That he intends to continue proving himself worthy of it goes without saying.
Why his heart beats so much faster with nerves now as he leans in for a simple soft kiss after so many others today is a mystery to him, but it does. His eyes slip closed and his lips brush Yussa's for a splitsecond before he fits them gently together, affectionate and...yes, kind.
Yussa protects his privacy and his solitude has become habit - there are few he allows close, never mind this close. But Caleb has earned trust, and tonight Yussa does not want to be alone.
He tips his head to meet the kiss, eyes closing as he welcomes the tender affection. It is a far cry from the desperate embraces earlier and Yussa allows himself to enjoy that. When they part again, he lingers close.
"... What did you have in mind earlier, when you asked if I would mind magical assistance?"
Apparently being out of his mind with need has not effected his memory. He hears a quiet bell that signals the arrival of food, and just a moment later there is a tray on the table where the water was.
Of course he hadn't forgotten about that. Caleb gives a soft huff of laughter, contemplating how to answer when he's interrupted by the light, pleasant ring of a bell. He sits up and turns toward the table, startled and amazed. There are so many things yet in Tidepeak Tower to impress and intrigued him.
"Oh! That is convenient." His fascination is clear in the way he glances as Yussa before he gets up to retrieve the tray, carrying it carefully back to the bed, where he sets it down on top of the sheets between them. It occurs to him that perhaps he should put something on now that they aren't intimately entangled for the time being, but getting back into his clothes seems a hassle, and he's comfortable.
"Would you allow me to surprise you?" He asks. "It is not--I would not cast anything on you. Or on myself, for that matter. But knowing the sort of, ah, spontaneity you have enjoyed before, and I think you will like this."
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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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"A meal and a drink would be welcome," he says. For Yussa especially, he suspects. This must have taken a lot out of him. Finishing his own glass of water, he wordlessly holds his hand out for Yussa's and goes to refill them both. It's good that they'd contacted Wensforth now, as the pitcher is nearly empty.
When he returns, sliding back onto the bed and returning Yussa's glass, he settles beside him this time, putting his back to the window. It's easier to touch him that way, laying a hand over the back of his neck and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "You don't mind me staying in this room?" he asks carefully. "We could move to the one I have used before if you would be more comfortable with that."
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"I want to be in this room," he says quietly. Yussa realizes it is a strange stubbornness, maybe, given that the entire tower is his and there is really no part of it in which he would feel unsafe, but... He wants to be here.
"And it does not trouble me to have you here," he adds as he meets Caleb's gaze. "You have been... diligent. And kind."
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That he intends to continue proving himself worthy of it goes without saying.
Why his heart beats so much faster with nerves now as he leans in for a simple soft kiss after so many others today is a mystery to him, but it does. His eyes slip closed and his lips brush Yussa's for a splitsecond before he fits them gently together, affectionate and...yes, kind.
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He tips his head to meet the kiss, eyes closing as he welcomes the tender affection. It is a far cry from the desperate embraces earlier and Yussa allows himself to enjoy that. When they part again, he lingers close.
"... What did you have in mind earlier, when you asked if I would mind magical assistance?"
Apparently being out of his mind with need has not effected his memory. He hears a quiet bell that signals the arrival of food, and just a moment later there is a tray on the table where the water was.
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"Oh! That is convenient." His fascination is clear in the way he glances as Yussa before he gets up to retrieve the tray, carrying it carefully back to the bed, where he sets it down on top of the sheets between them. It occurs to him that perhaps he should put something on now that they aren't intimately entangled for the time being, but getting back into his clothes seems a hassle, and he's comfortable.
"Would you allow me to surprise you?" He asks. "It is not--I would not cast anything on you. Or on myself, for that matter. But knowing the sort of, ah, spontaneity you have enjoyed before, and I think you will like this."
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