Yussa moves easily as Caleb shifts their position, getting his knees over his pale shoulders so that there is nothing to keep the younger man from getting closer.
The contentment in Caleb's expression as he looks up from between Yussa's thighs with a slick mess around his mouth sends a jolt of arousal through him. Gods, but Caleb looks like he belongs there on his knees; like he's perfectly happy to stay there for as long as Yussa wants him to.
Pale lashes flutter as Caleb gets right back to work in a way that makes Yussa's hips jump. He whispers a soft curse - or something that sounds like one - and his fingers tighten in Caleb's hair as his eager tongue rubs over his clit. Yussa sinks back against the couch, relaxing into it as Caleb works him up. He can feel the scratch of Caleb's beard and he finds he doesn't mind it at all, not any more than he did the stubble. It's exciting in its novelty.
"That's it, sweet boy," he sighs as he rubs the back of Caleb's neck. Yussa tries to keep his breathing even, but Caleb's diligent stroking is making that difficult. He tenses briefly as Caleb's tongue slides into him, deeper than a passing stroke, and arches toward his lover's mouth.
Yussa tries to get closer, his legs tense against Caleb's back as he tries to ride his tongue, tipping his hips to follow its progress as it strokes over his clit again. Being with Caleb makes him realize how excited he can be having the younger man in his presence, especially knowing what he's capable of. The fact that Caleb is so intuitive with this as well as his magic is reason enough to want to continue this relationship.
Yussa's legs rest beside the leather straps of the harness he still wears, Caleb's hands on the outside of his thighs keeping them in place. Arousal thrums through him in a warm undercurrent, pleasant but relegated to the back of his mind. His attention is on Yussa's needs, not his own. And he loves how Yussa makes those needs known.
Feeling the older man unwind, relaxing into the couch even as he rolls his hips to chase his tongue, thighs tensing around his head, is proof that his performance is being well received. He gives Yussa a little of what he is looking for, dipping his tongue into the wet, searing heat of him, and then over his clit again, smearing the fresh slick dripping from his cunt against his chin.
The sweet tension of fingers in his hair is soothed by gentler rubbing against the back of his neck, which feels rewarding. Every affirmation is golden spark dancing along his spine, spreading its warmth through his body; as Yussa distractedly caresses and encourages him, that flare becomes brighter, and Caleb moans dazedly, cock throbbing behind the placket of his trousers.
Sweet boy, Yussa sighs again in a perfectly reconstructed echo in his own mind, and Caleb shudders as he licks gently at his folds. Being called such a thing by this man, in praise for this act, is...what it does for him probably isn't something he can name or quantify, especially now. But those words touch something essential in him that has not been handled in a long time. It is embarrassing. It is exhilarating. He would do anything to hear it again. So he gets to work.
Each swipe of his tongue goes deeper; each time he coaxes Yussa's entrance open further, parts his fluttering walls and gives him the kind of penetration he was grinding himself against his face to find. Caleb listens to Yussa's breathing, his Elven cursing, feels the stretching-seeking movements of his body, and when he judges it to be most effectual, dips his tongue deep into the pulsing heat of his core. He shifts a hand, curling his arm around and over a slender thigh, so he can thumb at his clit, so he doesn't have to stop fucking his tongue in and out of Yussa's body.
As much as he wants to watch Caleb work, eventually Yussa closes his eyes and he lets his head rest against a cushion. His chest heaves gently as his breath quickens, driven by the more satisfying stroke of Caleb's tongue as he offers the penetration Yussa's been seeking. And then it licks deeper into him, forcing a soft, almost startled moan from him as his cunt squeezes around Caleb's tongue.
His lover's arm moves, jostling his leg just slightly; Yussa's eyes flash open as Caleb's thumb strokes over the firm shape of his clit, making his hips jump. His thighs tremble as he strains closer, chasing the pressure of his touch and trying to ride Caleb's tongue as it teases in and out of him. His fingers curl tighter, gripping the hair at the back of Caleb's neck.
"Gods--yes, there," he pants, the flush in his face deepening as Caleb works him up. "I should never have doubted your--your memory."
A smile plays across his mouth before another whimper rises in his throat. With the dual onslaught, there's really no holding back. It isn't long before the tension building in him hits a peak. Yussa might be embarrassed if not for how singularly talented the young man between his thighs is. His legs tense as if trying to drag Caleb closer as that tension breaks.
Yussa's orgasm comes with quiet, breathless moans and muscles shaking with strain as he tries to keep his position just so.
"Don't stop," he encourages, his voice and accent heavier. "Don't stop."
Yussa sees no reason not to make up for lost time. He thinks he can reach another relatively quickly if Caleb works him through this one.
Caleb makes a point of watching Yussa when he can. He's almost impossibly attractive in the shadowed lantern light, bare except for his flush, taking his pleasure from Caleb's mouth with a knowing smile and breathless appreciation that almost comes off as pride--pride in Caleb, in his skill and dedication. His memory is very good, and it warms him that Yussa recognizes that is what is happening. He's certainly gone over their previous encounter enough to sear it into his mind. He'd learned much that day about what Yussa enjoys, and he is using that knowledge now to great effect.
Gods, that smile really does get to him. Maybe he just likes that he can make Yussa happy. It's a good look on him.
He uses those memories until Yussa is trembling with the tension rising in his body. His thumb rubs firmly over the hard swell of his clit, and as he feels Yussa's thighs clench against his shoulders, he presses his tongue deeper. Yussa's walls flutter and bear down around it as he moans and clutches tightly at his hair, and Caleb feels lightheaded with the thrill of accomplishment. His grip is a hairsbreadth shy of painful, but Caleb doesn't relent, doesn't stop, which was apparently the correct instinct. Yussa's imperative confirmation is all he needs.
If he has the option to feel Yussa come on his tongue again, why wouldn't he? If anything, he redoubles his efforts. Yussa has his own pace, hips rising to meet him as he unravels further, and Caleb matches it, burying his face against his cunt and devouring him with earnest fervor. His jaw is beginning to twinge with the effort, but that isn't any more difficult to ignore than his achingly hard cock. While very aware of how it's affecting him to fuck Yussa through his orgasm and keep going as the other man shakes against his mouth, he remains focused; it's a space he's happy to exist in.
Yussa doesn't quite stop trembling as Caleb keeps after him. He presses his lips together like he means to silence himself, but it does little to stop the whine in the back of his throat as Caleb works him through one orgasm and very quickly toward a second. His entire body is taut, teetering on the razor's edge of release. He has not attempted multiples in the intervening time, and somehow it's simply more satisfying to get them from someone else. From Caleb, whose enjoyment in giving pleasure is intoxicating.
Through the haze of his afterglow bleeding into another rising peak, it occurs to Yussa that perhaps he should put less pressure on Caleb's head, but he trusts the younger man to make him aware if he can't properly breath. And Caleb is stronger than him, he shouldn't have a real struggle to pull away if that's what he needs.
Unthinking, he gives a gentle pull, attempting to guide Caleb's mouth back to his clit. The stroke of his thumb is lovely, but Yussa wants something... warmer. Wetter. A different sort of finesse.
"That's it," he whispers, voice tight. "Let me feel your fingers, sweet boy."
Tugging him by his hair, even gently, proves a very effective way to give Caleb direction. That Yussa doesn't hesitate to do so is especially compelling. The way he takes control is so effortless, so absolute, despite the way he trembles with pleasure. Caleb feels well taken care of, and very much appreciated. He could do this for a long while, he thinks, warmth spreading through him as he earns a repetition of that newly coveted endearment. This kind of contentment is something he can't get anywhere else.
Swapping things up at Yussa's request is nearly effortless. His arm withdraws as slick lips close around the hard swell of his clit, sucking lightly. Hand repositioned between Yussa's legs, Caleb drags his middle and index fingers up and down through his folds, soaked with Yussa's arousal and his own saliva. The rough pads of his fingers stroke and circle the sensitive opening of his cunt, testing the give of his entrance. He feels inviting, soft and wet, but Caleb remembers the patient, careful fingering Yussa needed months ago, how tight he was around just one even after coming.
The anticipation of feeling that again, of coaxing Yussa's body gently open, sends a bolt of raw need straight to his cock, startlingly strong. He squeezes his eyes shut as his vision briefly swims.
When Caleb eases his index finger past his opening, he's glad for his caution. Yussa's body yields as he presses slowly deeper, wonderfully aroused and seemingly eager for firmer penetration than his tongue can provide, and he's able to bury his finger all the way to the last knuckle quite smoothly. But where one is perfectly cradled in his tight heat, two would have been too much right away. Instead of a thrusting motion, he crooks his finger and rubs against the silky pressure of Yussa's walls to a rhythm that will compliment the avid attention of his mouth, feeling the clench of inner muscle and pushing back against it.
Caleb's shift is almost effortless and Yussa shudders as his mouth, wet and hot and perfect, closes around his aching clit. He whispers breathless praise and soon enough he can feel his lover's clever fingers rubbing against his opening, spreading the wetness there. It's been months and he can't help the sigh that escapes him as a single finger presses into him. He takes it easily enough, but realizes Caleb may have been wise to use just one - a lover who is turning out to be more prudent than Yussa is at times.
That is what his body needs and wants, though: the firmer pressure of Caleb's finger inside him as slick walls bear down eagerly. His stomach goes taut and he drags at Caleb's head as his finger curls inside him, stroking against his inner walls rather than thrusting. Gods, but that is perfect. He works his hips in small thrusts, chasing the friction there. Small as the movement is, it still ensures that he is grinding into Caleb's mouth as well.
Caleb's expertise and patience pays off: once he starts that steady stroking, and as his lips and tongue work him just as intently, Yussa feels himself rapidly hitting a new crest of pleasure. Like a wave, it crashes - harder than he thought it would so close on the heels of the first. Yussa comes in another cascade of muscle tremors, panting heavily, though he doesn't cry out this time. But surely Caleb will not mistake the sudden lack of vocal input for a lack of pleasure as Yussa clutches his head and his arm as he rides out the intensity of it.
Yussa slumps back against the couch as clenched muscles go loose. Where he had been pulling Caleb against him, now he gently nudges his head away while he still has any strength in his grip. Even so, he makes no attempt to move his legs, keeping them over Caleb's shoulders.
Gods, giving Yussa what he needs feels so good. Caleb has always loved giving pleasure, but dedicating himself entirely to Yussa this way, seeing the effect he has and earning his praise, is a satisfaction all its own. He gets lost in Yussa's demands, the way he holds his head to fuck his mouth, and his awareness of everything but Yussa is muted and dulled.
As he persists with decadent suction, swirls of tongue, and the deep, firm strokes of his finger, it doesn't take long to bring Yussa to the second peak he's been striving for. He feels it in the twitching tightening of his walls first, and then the tremor seems to break over the rest of his body, making him arch and shake. It feels intense, so much that it robs Yussa of his voice. Dedicated, Caleb licks more delicately over his clit and massages his cunt steadily as Yussa clings to him and comes.
He slows as the tension seeps from the other man's taut form until he is drained, his weary body sinking back into the couch. Caleb's head is pushed weakly away, so he nuzzles against Yussa's inner thigh instead, the slickness around his mouth smearing against soft brown skin. His finger doesn't withdraw, but goes still where it is buried inside him as Yussa continues to tiredly pulse around it.
Caleb's eyes slide open again, pupils blown dark and wide, but he looks up without expectation, flushed and disheveled and pleased with what he's accomplished.
Yussa's fingers rub lazily against Caleb's scalp as the younger man eases back enough to nuzzle against his thigh. He opens his eyes to drink in the sight of Caleb between his legs, blue eyes dark with need and yet utterly without demand. His mouth is red and slick with his efforts with further evidence of Yussa's pleasure down his chin.
"How handsome you are," he murmurs, soft and content. His fingers slip from Caleb's hair to brush across his cheek in an affectionate gesture. "Very impressive, Caleb Widogast. I think you have earned relief."
His fingers drift to gently tip Caleb's chin before he drops his hand away. Yussa still feels heavy and boneless in his afterglow, and he is not entirely sure that he is ready to rush into another round, but he at least wants Caleb to know that there is an end in sight for his own ignored arousal.
Warmth floods him again, separate from but also linked to his arousal, as Yussa looks him over and calls him handsome, impressive, tracing his fingers tenderly over his cheek. That he has earned relief--oh, that is a sweet prospect. It means he's done well. To receive pleasure because Yussa has decided he's worked hard enough for it renders quiet the part of him that might otherwise protest that he is undeserving.
He is more aware of the ache between his legs now than he has been all evening. Still, he finds that he is not impatient. Even as he realizes how desperately he wants touch, wants release, he doesn't want it more than he wants Yussa's approval. He would go without tonight, he realizes, if Yussa decided he should. In the pleasant, dreamy haze that's encompassed his mind, it makes perfect sense.
Sitting back on his heels, he slowly slips his finger free, though he misses the sensation of lazily fluttering wet heat immediately. Caleb lifts his head and straightens his spine, careful not to dislodge Yussa's legs from his shoulders if they are comfortable there. His knees are spread where they are planted on the floor, and in his lap the bulge of his erection beneath his trousers could not be more obscenely obvious. His skin is hot beneath his clothes. Sweat beads at the small of his back and the nape of his neck, dampening the tangled hair Yussa has been playing with. The sheen of Yussa's pleasure making his lips shine red and wet dampens his beard as well. Even fully dressed, he makes a sordid picture.
"I am happy to know I have pleased you," he answers honestly. The sound of his own voice, warm and rasping, almost surprises him. He hasn't spoken since he went to his knees. There were better uses for his mouth. "If you think it is earned, then I--I would be very grateful."
Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb as the younger man sits up more, though he's careful not to jostle Yussa's legs too much - an impressive effort. The way that Caleb seems to glow under the praise includes Yussa to offer it more, though he will not be too loose with it, lest it seem unearned.
His hand moves, making the somatic gesture as he speaks the words for Prestidigitation - just to clean Caleb's face a bit. It does nothing for the younger man's flushed face or how used he looks, and Yussa is content to leave it at that.
"You have, thoroughly," he says to Caleb's rasping answering. Gods, the husk of his voice is irresistible. "What should I reward such effort with, I wonder?"
Yussa takes a moment more to admire the younger man, then gives him a gentle nudge with his thigh.
"First, undress. There's no need for you to sweat through your clothes." The terrace has a lovely breeze coming through, but Caleb has done plenty to get overheated. Yussa moves his legs so that he can sit up and set Caleb free. He allows the other man to resume undressing before he speaks again. His golden eyes are dark with intent and a small smirk plays on his mouth as he asks:
Though Caleb is utterly weak to praise, Yussa correctly identifies that it should not be given excessively. There is a fine line; it has to feel earned, or it's no good. Hence the reason this scenario appeals to him so much.
Face magically cleaned and instructed in no uncertain terms to undress, Caleb braces a hand against the couch, leveraging himself to his feet as soon as Yussa's legs slip from his shoulders. His knees complain, but that is a small price to pay for the contentment he'd found there.
As Yussa playfully contemplates what reward he is willing to grant, Caleb obediently unbuckles his holster and slides the leather straps down his arms, setting his precious books aside on the table before he turns back to the other wizard. Pulling his simple shirt up over his head reveals a familiar lean torso Yussa is already familiar with, pale skin contrasted with freckles and dark red hair. He lets his shirt fall where it will, not nearly so concerned about his own garments as he had been with Yussa's.
Drawn to the archmage's golden eyes and coy smirk, Caleb is an open book; the heady stab of pure want he feels at Yussa's suggestion is plain on his face. Perhaps he might have anticipated it, but he didn't want to assume. With how hard he is, he would have been happy to accept any prize Yussa offered him. He swallows, tasting Yussa still, even after prestidigtation.
"Ja, very much," he husks. There is no denying that he had hoped for this, just maybe, since Yussa asked for his fingers; no pretending he hasn't been aching for it since learning how good it feels to be inside him months ago. "If that is what you want." Yussa is the one determining what he is worthy of.
Caleb doesn't take his eyes off him as he reaches for his belt, sliding the leather free of the buckle with smooth, precise movements. Deft fingers undo the buttons of his trousers one by one, and his breath leaves him in a soft hiss as much of the pressure on his cock is eased at last.
"I have wanted it for months," he says with a warm smile. This may be a reward for Caleb, but Yussa intends to enjoy it too. He admires Caleb as he undresses, noting the small changes in his physique since the last time he had this view. Feeling more steady, Yussa rises to his feet with as much grace as he can muster. He brushes back his pale hair and makes his way over to a chaise, which affords them more options in terms or how they position themselves.
He pauses near Caleb, leaning up to give him a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"You'll need to work me open," he says as he pulls away, somehow commanding the space just as effectively as he would while draped in his elaborate robes. "You may position me as you like, since you'll need to do the work."
Yussa voices Caleb's own thoughts, and he can't resist returning his smile as he tugs his boots off. Gods, it makes him giddy to think of Yussa spending all this time wanting him, too. He's halfway through pulling his trousers down when he gets distracted by Yussa, confident and bare--and then further distracted as he stops to kiss him. His breath catches softly, and his heart leaps in his chest.
"That is very okay," he assures, raising both brows for emphasis. "I am glad to put in the effort."
He gets his trousers off, finally, then his smalls. When he is as bare as Yussa, he joins him on the chaise. After pressing a kiss to his temple, nosing at his pale curls, he settles back, claiming a space for himself reclined comfortably against the raised back. His cock is heavy, wet at the tip, and darkly flushed between his long legs, extended in front of him to stretch muscles made tight by kneeling. Beside him, he has left plenty of room for Yussa, and he holds an arm out as though he means for him to curl up against his side.
Yussa tips his head into the gentle affection - something else he's missed. He waits for Caleb to settle, then moves to join him. He stretches along the younger man's side, relaxing there in the crook of his arm. He reaches up to turn Caleb's head toward him to get a full kiss, indulging them both. Caleb has earned that, too, and Yussa likes kissing him.
He can still taste himself on Caleb's tongue.
"I am glad your friends have not felt the need to come looking for you," he murmurs as they part. "I would like to keep you as long as I am able." For tonight, and longer. But he knows that Caleb may not be able to linger in Nicodranas. Yussa is sure the Nein discussed future plans while he was in the room with them, but he wasn't quite paying attention.
Not with Caleb there, as ever taking Yussa's attention from the moment he enters a room.
Yussa is warm and soft against his side, and Caleb curls his arm around him to draw him closer as soon as he relaxes. His head tilts with Yussa's guidance to meet him in a kiss, and he sighs happily against his lips as they settle together, against each other.
There is a low huff of a laugh in agreement as Yussa mentions how glad he is that his friends haven't taken an interest in his whereabouts yet, but then his stomach flips pleasantly when he asserts that he'd like to keep him. Gods, if only. As thoughts of tomorrow threaten to pierce the hazy veil of blissful obedience Yussa has draped over his mind, he only wants to sink deeper.
"I would like to be kept," he murmurs. His hand grips the slim curve of Yussa's hip; the other squeezes gently where it rests on his thigh. "Though I cannot promise how long it will be, all the time I have tonight is yours."
As Caleb leans down for another kiss, his calloused palm rubs up along the inside of Yussa's thigh, working toward the heat of his folds. He marvels at the smoothness of his skin, and as his mouth trails more beard-rough kisses down the elegant slope of his neck, he is quietly intrigued by how his long fingers and squarish human-sized hands look splayed over the elven wizard's slender form.
He doesn't want to burst the pleasant bubble they've made for themselves tonight. Yussa will keep Caleb as long as he can this evening, and there will hopefully be opportunities for more of this in the future. There are still plenty of reasons for Caleb to return to Nicodranas, and one of the easiest ways to do so is through Yussa's tower.
He closes his eyes as they kiss, sinking into the pleasant feeling as Caleb's warm hands slide over his hip and his thigh. He moves, turning more toward Caleb as his fingers tease further between his thighs, finding the wetness there as his lips trail down Yussa's neck. He reaches to stroke his fingers through his lover's hair, brushing it back from his face.
Yussa nuzzles against Caleb's temple and his fingers return to the human wizard's beard. "This wasn't quite so long the last I saw you," he remarks. "It's not quite so rough as the stubble."
Caleb smiles, pausing in his current task to tilt his face into Yussa's hands, encouraging his exploration with a warm hum.
"It is cold in Eiselcross, so I let it grow out." He nuzzles more deliberately against Yussa's fingers so he'll feel the gentle prickle of his beard against his palms, much softer than the scrape of shorter stubble, as he observes. Curious, Caleb wonders, "Is this new for you?"
That surprises him, given Yussa's age and his own certainty that he must have had plenty of handsome men clamoring to share his bed over the years. While elves may not be predisposed to facial hair--or much excess hair in general--plenty of other peoples are. Caleb finds he's rather glad currently that humans are included in that number; it pleases him to be able to give Yussa an experience he hasn't had before.
Caleb has been tracing lightly over Yussa's folds as they trade soft words and softer kisses. Now he parts them with a crook of his knuckles, wetting his fingers with his lover's arousal as he strokes along his slit. He is still so wet, so hot to the touch--Caleb is dizzy with the imagining (the memory) of that sensation in a tight squeeze around his cock.
Caleb presses that first finger back inside him with ease, and teases a second at his dripping entrance right away, circling and rubbing against his opening as the first strokes his walls. When Yussa asks for more, he'll get it.
"Impressively... yes," he answers, amused and indulgent as Caleb turns his head toward his touch. "My partners either couldn't grow beards or remained clean-shaven."
It's nice to know that he can still find novelty at his age. Yussa shifts subtly as Caleb strokes along his slit, parting wet folds with his fingers and knuckles as he gathers some of the copious wetness there. It's easy enough to keep the conversation going, at least on Yussa's end. He is very aware of Caleb's hard cock and the faint sheen of precome that's smeared on his skin where the flushed head has brushed against his stomach.
There's only a soft catch in his breath as the first finger slides back into him without any resistance. Yussa kisses Caleb again and his manicured nails drag against Caleb's beard when he feels the second finger teasing and rubbing against him. Yussa tips his hips, trying to encourage the extra penetration. After two orgasms so close together, he's sure he can manage it.
"Go on," he murmurs when they part, just in case Caleb needs the extra affirmation. He wants to feel the stretch, to know that he is that much closer to having Caleb's cock again after months of passing memories.
Caleb needs no further confirmation. He adds that second finger to the first and presses them in together. Though he feels the expected resistance of Yussa's cunt stretching around a larger intrusion, he also finds that he doesn't have to go quite as slowly as he expected. Yussa is very ready for this step. Caleb rocks his fingers in and out, firm and attentive, coaxing the tightness of Yussa's body to yield for him.
He likes very much the way Yussa scratches through his beard as they kiss, so he encourages it with soft noises lost against Yussa's lips. The first time they were together, he was taken by the way Yussa kisses him, and that has not changed. It feels like Yussa is seeking something from him with every kiss, and Caleb is happy to give and give, his mouth already sensitive and well used. He sweeps his tongue past Yussa's lips as his fingers slot deep into his cunt; he curls them up as he drags them out again, and pulls back for a sharp breath.
"You feel good," he whispers hoarsely, close enough still to feel Yussa's breath on his lips. "I thought of this often. I hoped that I was not the only one."
Gods, it feels like it has been longer than a few months. He has changed in that time. How is it that he can stagnate for decades and then change enough for a lifetime in a single year? The man he was when they first fucked was a far cry from who he was when they met, and he has grown more still since then. He wonders what Yussa sees when he looks at him. He wonders what it is about Caleb Widogast that intrigues him.
Yussa makes a quiet sound as two fingers press into him, gently coaxing his body to yield to the thicker penetration. It doesn't take much in this relaxed state, but he can still feel it. He stays close, enjoying being cradled against Caleb's side as they kiss. He likes the way Caleb's tongue fills his mouth, the tenderness and intensity in every kiss. His cunt squeezes around the younger man's fingers as they drag back, then push deep again.
When they part, Yussa's breath comes quicker as the slow caresses coax him deeper into arousal. A smile appears and he gives Caleb a lighter kiss.
"No, you were not alone in indulging those memories." It does feel like it has been much longer, even for Yussa. He kisses Caleb again, and again, catching his bottom lip in a gentle bite and suck on his lower lip.
"You have grown since then," he murmurs. "And much more since the day we met. I am gratified to see the potential I saw then come to bear."
That Yussa's thoughts have strayed in a similar direction to his own makes Caleb flush for reasons beyond sex or arousal. That the archmage has spared the time to consider his growth over the past year, his potential, is somehow unexpected, and just as flattering as the idea that he's indulged in memories of their first encounter like this.
"Well," Caleb murmurs, somehow bashful as he continues to stretch Yussa on his fingers, "you have had a part in that yourself."
He becomes very aware of how sore his lips are when he smiles. It's an ache that goes straight to his cock. Yussa's sharper kisses have left his already used mouth raw and stinging, and he can't get enough of it.
Holding Yussa against him this way feels good; exciting, and somehow comforting. The almost casual skinship is an intimacy he hadn't dared the last time, but it is remarkably natural now. Their bodies fit together well, they can easily talk and kiss, and Caleb can indulgently watch his fingers sliding slickly in and out of his cunt. The warm flickering lanternlight and the view of the city and the sea far below lend the space an almost surreal quality, adding to the pleasant haze already enveloping his mind.
After making him come twice, Yussa's state of languid relaxation is not only attractive, but heady, knowing that he is responsible. Encouraged by his soft sounds of pleasure and the occasional squeeze of his cunt, Caleb doesn't wait long to start working a third finger into him. Though he took two more easily than Caleb had anticipated, he can feel right away how the addition of a third is a challenge. Yussa is a petite man, and the way his entrance slowly stretches around three of Caleb's long human-sized fingers looks thrillingly obscene.
"I am pleased to have contributed," he says with a flicker of a smile. He is quite sincere in that matter - if he's had even a slight hand in encouraging and shaping Caleb's talents, then the younger wizard's achievements reflect well on him.
Yussa shifts, trying to adjust his position to spread his legs more without interrupting Caleb's fingers as they stroke into him, and without sacrificing the comfort of their embrace. But he also wants to at least attempt to make it easier for Caleb to ease a third finger into him, knowing he will need it before taking his lover's cock. Pale lashes flutter as his body yields to the penetration, but he feels the stretch.
He wets his lips, and for a moment all he can do is breathe as Caleb coaxes him to relax further. He tips his head toward Caleb, nuzzling against him as the slide of his lover's fingers becomes easier. Caleb's hands are strong and dexterous, and Yussa finds himself quite enamored with how well he can use them. It should be expected in a wizard... though Yussa has found that is not always the rule.
"Ah--" His breath hiccups when Caleb's fingers move just so. He feels a blush warming his face and he is very aware of how it must look as Caleb works him open. Yussa coaxes Caleb into another kiss, edged with heat this time as his fingers push deep. He breaks it a moment later, just enough to speak.
Caleb finds himself with his nose in Yussa's hair as the other man nuzzles against him. Whatever he washes with has a lovely subtle botanical smell. He'll remember that, should he ever have Yussa as a guest in his own home.
The gradual yielding as his body accepts Caleb's fingers seems to renew Yussa's desire, the comfortable plateau of arousal post-orgasm finally spiking again. Caleb kisses him eagerly. The difference between this and the lazy making out they've been doing is palpable--and promising. Pride fills his chest with warmth. Though he has only been doing as asked, it pleases him to see clear evidence that Yussa is enjoying this. Enjoying him.
The burn of his own need has faded and flared intermittently, depending on his own focus. When Yussa speaks, the throb of his neglected erection against his thigh makes Caleb more aware of himself, of how he craves fulfillment, than he's been since this started.
"Gods, please," he whispers, choked.
He wants to roll fully onto his back and offer himself again like a tool to be used for precisely that purpose. He wants to feel the slick, tight channel squeezing around his slowly rocking fingers envelop his aching cock. The mere thought is almost too much. He's never been able to come untouched, but he is fairly certain that it won't take much to have him spilling over tonight. Which just isn't acceptable at all. There must be some preventative measure to take.
"Do you have some way to, ah...keep me going until you are satisfied?" His face is hot with a unique combination of embarrassment and arousal, but asking is far preferable to disappointing his lover with a lack of stamina. Yussa must understand, surely. He's been hard with barely a touch for some time tonight, which would be challenging even for a man who has sex far more often than Caleb. An idea flashes suddenly into his mind, and tumbles straight out from his lips. "My--my hair tie, perhaps--"
Secured firmly enough around the base of his cock, the strip of leather he uses to pull his hair back would serve that purpose. If only he knew where it disappeared to after Yussa slid it loose.
Caleb's voice brings a smile to life, hearing him barely choke out a whisper for how aroused he is. Even more impressive is his offer - his request. He tips Caleb's head for another kiss, firm and offering a bit of reassurance or approval.
"I think I can manage something," he murmurs, accent heavy. He gives Caleb another kiss, then reluctantly reaches down to gently push his lover's fingers out of him. He has no idea where Caleb's hair tie has gone, but that's not the only possibility at their disposal.
Once he's free, Yussa gets up on unsteady legs. Once he has his balance, Yussa moves with the same effortless grace and authority he carries when he is fully dressed. He goes to his clothes, all neatly set aside where Caleb left them. Nimble fingers explore the pile of fabric until he finds what he wants. He returns with a strip of gold fabric - a small piece used to secure one layer to another to ensure there is no sliding or slipping. It is maybe six or seven inches long.
"Stay still," he says as he returns and sits on the chaise. "A leather thong would be acceptable, but I think this is better."
And because it is too tempting to resist, Yussa gives Caleb a single stroke, just to feel the firm heat of him, before he sets to wrapping the base of his cock. His gaze flicks back up to the younger man.
"Tell me when it's tight enough." He's unyielding in that command, though still gentle in its delivery. He goes by Caleb's word, using some of his own experience to supplement. Then he ties the fabric, satisfied that it will serve its purpose. With that accomplished, his hand slips lower to gently hold and caress Caleb's balls. It's only a moment of indulgence before he lets go again.
Yussa moves to straddle Caleb's lap, golden eyes intent.
"I'll have to keep this in mind on your next visit so I am properly prepared," he says with a smirk.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
The contentment in Caleb's expression as he looks up from between Yussa's thighs with a slick mess around his mouth sends a jolt of arousal through him. Gods, but Caleb looks like he belongs there on his knees; like he's perfectly happy to stay there for as long as Yussa wants him to.
Pale lashes flutter as Caleb gets right back to work in a way that makes Yussa's hips jump. He whispers a soft curse - or something that sounds like one - and his fingers tighten in Caleb's hair as his eager tongue rubs over his clit. Yussa sinks back against the couch, relaxing into it as Caleb works him up. He can feel the scratch of Caleb's beard and he finds he doesn't mind it at all, not any more than he did the stubble. It's exciting in its novelty.
"That's it, sweet boy," he sighs as he rubs the back of Caleb's neck. Yussa tries to keep his breathing even, but Caleb's diligent stroking is making that difficult. He tenses briefly as Caleb's tongue slides into him, deeper than a passing stroke, and arches toward his lover's mouth.
Yussa tries to get closer, his legs tense against Caleb's back as he tries to ride his tongue, tipping his hips to follow its progress as it strokes over his clit again. Being with Caleb makes him realize how excited he can be having the younger man in his presence, especially knowing what he's capable of. The fact that Caleb is so intuitive with this as well as his magic is reason enough to want to continue this relationship.
no subject
Feeling the older man unwind, relaxing into the couch even as he rolls his hips to chase his tongue, thighs tensing around his head, is proof that his performance is being well received. He gives Yussa a little of what he is looking for, dipping his tongue into the wet, searing heat of him, and then over his clit again, smearing the fresh slick dripping from his cunt against his chin.
The sweet tension of fingers in his hair is soothed by gentler rubbing against the back of his neck, which feels rewarding. Every affirmation is golden spark dancing along his spine, spreading its warmth through his body; as Yussa distractedly caresses and encourages him, that flare becomes brighter, and Caleb moans dazedly, cock throbbing behind the placket of his trousers.
Sweet boy, Yussa sighs again in a perfectly reconstructed echo in his own mind, and Caleb shudders as he licks gently at his folds. Being called such a thing by this man, in praise for this act, is...what it does for him probably isn't something he can name or quantify, especially now. But those words touch something essential in him that has not been handled in a long time. It is embarrassing. It is exhilarating. He would do anything to hear it again. So he gets to work.
Each swipe of his tongue goes deeper; each time he coaxes Yussa's entrance open further, parts his fluttering walls and gives him the kind of penetration he was grinding himself against his face to find. Caleb listens to Yussa's breathing, his Elven cursing, feels the stretching-seeking movements of his body, and when he judges it to be most effectual, dips his tongue deep into the pulsing heat of his core. He shifts a hand, curling his arm around and over a slender thigh, so he can thumb at his clit, so he doesn't have to stop fucking his tongue in and out of Yussa's body.
no subject
His lover's arm moves, jostling his leg just slightly; Yussa's eyes flash open as Caleb's thumb strokes over the firm shape of his clit, making his hips jump. His thighs tremble as he strains closer, chasing the pressure of his touch and trying to ride Caleb's tongue as it teases in and out of him. His fingers curl tighter, gripping the hair at the back of Caleb's neck.
"Gods--yes, there," he pants, the flush in his face deepening as Caleb works him up. "I should never have doubted your--your memory."
A smile plays across his mouth before another whimper rises in his throat. With the dual onslaught, there's really no holding back. It isn't long before the tension building in him hits a peak. Yussa might be embarrassed if not for how singularly talented the young man between his thighs is. His legs tense as if trying to drag Caleb closer as that tension breaks.
Yussa's orgasm comes with quiet, breathless moans and muscles shaking with strain as he tries to keep his position just so.
"Don't stop," he encourages, his voice and accent heavier. "Don't stop."
Yussa sees no reason not to make up for lost time. He thinks he can reach another relatively quickly if Caleb works him through this one.
no subject
Gods, that smile really does get to him. Maybe he just likes that he can make Yussa happy. It's a good look on him.
He uses those memories until Yussa is trembling with the tension rising in his body. His thumb rubs firmly over the hard swell of his clit, and as he feels Yussa's thighs clench against his shoulders, he presses his tongue deeper. Yussa's walls flutter and bear down around it as he moans and clutches tightly at his hair, and Caleb feels lightheaded with the thrill of accomplishment. His grip is a hairsbreadth shy of painful, but Caleb doesn't relent, doesn't stop, which was apparently the correct instinct. Yussa's imperative confirmation is all he needs.
If he has the option to feel Yussa come on his tongue again, why wouldn't he? If anything, he redoubles his efforts. Yussa has his own pace, hips rising to meet him as he unravels further, and Caleb matches it, burying his face against his cunt and devouring him with earnest fervor. His jaw is beginning to twinge with the effort, but that isn't any more difficult to ignore than his achingly hard cock. While very aware of how it's affecting him to fuck Yussa through his orgasm and keep going as the other man shakes against his mouth, he remains focused; it's a space he's happy to exist in.
no subject
Through the haze of his afterglow bleeding into another rising peak, it occurs to Yussa that perhaps he should put less pressure on Caleb's head, but he trusts the younger man to make him aware if he can't properly breath. And Caleb is stronger than him, he shouldn't have a real struggle to pull away if that's what he needs.
Unthinking, he gives a gentle pull, attempting to guide Caleb's mouth back to his clit. The stroke of his thumb is lovely, but Yussa wants something... warmer. Wetter. A different sort of finesse.
"That's it," he whispers, voice tight. "Let me feel your fingers, sweet boy."
no subject
Swapping things up at Yussa's request is nearly effortless. His arm withdraws as slick lips close around the hard swell of his clit, sucking lightly. Hand repositioned between Yussa's legs, Caleb drags his middle and index fingers up and down through his folds, soaked with Yussa's arousal and his own saliva. The rough pads of his fingers stroke and circle the sensitive opening of his cunt, testing the give of his entrance. He feels inviting, soft and wet, but Caleb remembers the patient, careful fingering Yussa needed months ago, how tight he was around just one even after coming.
The anticipation of feeling that again, of coaxing Yussa's body gently open, sends a bolt of raw need straight to his cock, startlingly strong. He squeezes his eyes shut as his vision briefly swims.
When Caleb eases his index finger past his opening, he's glad for his caution. Yussa's body yields as he presses slowly deeper, wonderfully aroused and seemingly eager for firmer penetration than his tongue can provide, and he's able to bury his finger all the way to the last knuckle quite smoothly. But where one is perfectly cradled in his tight heat, two would have been too much right away. Instead of a thrusting motion, he crooks his finger and rubs against the silky pressure of Yussa's walls to a rhythm that will compliment the avid attention of his mouth, feeling the clench of inner muscle and pushing back against it.
no subject
That is what his body needs and wants, though: the firmer pressure of Caleb's finger inside him as slick walls bear down eagerly. His stomach goes taut and he drags at Caleb's head as his finger curls inside him, stroking against his inner walls rather than thrusting. Gods, but that is perfect. He works his hips in small thrusts, chasing the friction there. Small as the movement is, it still ensures that he is grinding into Caleb's mouth as well.
Caleb's expertise and patience pays off: once he starts that steady stroking, and as his lips and tongue work him just as intently, Yussa feels himself rapidly hitting a new crest of pleasure. Like a wave, it crashes - harder than he thought it would so close on the heels of the first. Yussa comes in another cascade of muscle tremors, panting heavily, though he doesn't cry out this time. But surely Caleb will not mistake the sudden lack of vocal input for a lack of pleasure as Yussa clutches his head and his arm as he rides out the intensity of it.
Yussa slumps back against the couch as clenched muscles go loose. Where he had been pulling Caleb against him, now he gently nudges his head away while he still has any strength in his grip. Even so, he makes no attempt to move his legs, keeping them over Caleb's shoulders.
no subject
As he persists with decadent suction, swirls of tongue, and the deep, firm strokes of his finger, it doesn't take long to bring Yussa to the second peak he's been striving for. He feels it in the twitching tightening of his walls first, and then the tremor seems to break over the rest of his body, making him arch and shake. It feels intense, so much that it robs Yussa of his voice. Dedicated, Caleb licks more delicately over his clit and massages his cunt steadily as Yussa clings to him and comes.
He slows as the tension seeps from the other man's taut form until he is drained, his weary body sinking back into the couch. Caleb's head is pushed weakly away, so he nuzzles against Yussa's inner thigh instead, the slickness around his mouth smearing against soft brown skin. His finger doesn't withdraw, but goes still where it is buried inside him as Yussa continues to tiredly pulse around it.
Caleb's eyes slide open again, pupils blown dark and wide, but he looks up without expectation, flushed and disheveled and pleased with what he's accomplished.
no subject
"How handsome you are," he murmurs, soft and content. His fingers slip from Caleb's hair to brush across his cheek in an affectionate gesture. "Very impressive, Caleb Widogast. I think you have earned relief."
His fingers drift to gently tip Caleb's chin before he drops his hand away. Yussa still feels heavy and boneless in his afterglow, and he is not entirely sure that he is ready to rush into another round, but he at least wants Caleb to know that there is an end in sight for his own ignored arousal.
"What do you think of that?"
no subject
He is more aware of the ache between his legs now than he has been all evening. Still, he finds that he is not impatient. Even as he realizes how desperately he wants touch, wants release, he doesn't want it more than he wants Yussa's approval. He would go without tonight, he realizes, if Yussa decided he should. In the pleasant, dreamy haze that's encompassed his mind, it makes perfect sense.
Sitting back on his heels, he slowly slips his finger free, though he misses the sensation of lazily fluttering wet heat immediately. Caleb lifts his head and straightens his spine, careful not to dislodge Yussa's legs from his shoulders if they are comfortable there. His knees are spread where they are planted on the floor, and in his lap the bulge of his erection beneath his trousers could not be more obscenely obvious. His skin is hot beneath his clothes. Sweat beads at the small of his back and the nape of his neck, dampening the tangled hair Yussa has been playing with. The sheen of Yussa's pleasure making his lips shine red and wet dampens his beard as well. Even fully dressed, he makes a sordid picture.
"I am happy to know I have pleased you," he answers honestly. The sound of his own voice, warm and rasping, almost surprises him. He hasn't spoken since he went to his knees. There were better uses for his mouth. "If you think it is earned, then I--I would be very grateful."
no subject
His hand moves, making the somatic gesture as he speaks the words for Prestidigitation - just to clean Caleb's face a bit. It does nothing for the younger man's flushed face or how used he looks, and Yussa is content to leave it at that.
"You have, thoroughly," he says to Caleb's rasping answering. Gods, the husk of his voice is irresistible. "What should I reward such effort with, I wonder?"
Yussa takes a moment more to admire the younger man, then gives him a gentle nudge with his thigh.
"First, undress. There's no need for you to sweat through your clothes." The terrace has a lovely breeze coming through, but Caleb has done plenty to get overheated. Yussa moves his legs so that he can sit up and set Caleb free. He allows the other man to resume undressing before he speaks again. His golden eyes are dark with intent and a small smirk plays on his mouth as he asks:
"Would you like to fuck me, Caleb Widogast?"
no subject
Face magically cleaned and instructed in no uncertain terms to undress, Caleb braces a hand against the couch, leveraging himself to his feet as soon as Yussa's legs slip from his shoulders. His knees complain, but that is a small price to pay for the contentment he'd found there.
As Yussa playfully contemplates what reward he is willing to grant, Caleb obediently unbuckles his holster and slides the leather straps down his arms, setting his precious books aside on the table before he turns back to the other wizard. Pulling his simple shirt up over his head reveals a familiar lean torso Yussa is already familiar with, pale skin contrasted with freckles and dark red hair. He lets his shirt fall where it will, not nearly so concerned about his own garments as he had been with Yussa's.
Drawn to the archmage's golden eyes and coy smirk, Caleb is an open book; the heady stab of pure want he feels at Yussa's suggestion is plain on his face. Perhaps he might have anticipated it, but he didn't want to assume. With how hard he is, he would have been happy to accept any prize Yussa offered him. He swallows, tasting Yussa still, even after prestidigtation.
"Ja, very much," he husks. There is no denying that he had hoped for this, just maybe, since Yussa asked for his fingers; no pretending he hasn't been aching for it since learning how good it feels to be inside him months ago. "If that is what you want." Yussa is the one determining what he is worthy of.
Caleb doesn't take his eyes off him as he reaches for his belt, sliding the leather free of the buckle with smooth, precise movements. Deft fingers undo the buttons of his trousers one by one, and his breath leaves him in a soft hiss as much of the pressure on his cock is eased at last.
no subject
He pauses near Caleb, leaning up to give him a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"You'll need to work me open," he says as he pulls away, somehow commanding the space just as effectively as he would while draped in his elaborate robes. "You may position me as you like, since you'll need to do the work."
Yussa will add his input if he feels the need.
no subject
"That is very okay," he assures, raising both brows for emphasis. "I am glad to put in the effort."
He gets his trousers off, finally, then his smalls. When he is as bare as Yussa, he joins him on the chaise. After pressing a kiss to his temple, nosing at his pale curls, he settles back, claiming a space for himself reclined comfortably against the raised back. His cock is heavy, wet at the tip, and darkly flushed between his long legs, extended in front of him to stretch muscles made tight by kneeling. Beside him, he has left plenty of room for Yussa, and he holds an arm out as though he means for him to curl up against his side.
"Why don't you join me here, for now?"
no subject
He can still taste himself on Caleb's tongue.
"I am glad your friends have not felt the need to come looking for you," he murmurs as they part. "I would like to keep you as long as I am able." For tonight, and longer. But he knows that Caleb may not be able to linger in Nicodranas. Yussa is sure the Nein discussed future plans while he was in the room with them, but he wasn't quite paying attention.
Not with Caleb there, as ever taking Yussa's attention from the moment he enters a room.
no subject
There is a low huff of a laugh in agreement as Yussa mentions how glad he is that his friends haven't taken an interest in his whereabouts yet, but then his stomach flips pleasantly when he asserts that he'd like to keep him. Gods, if only. As thoughts of tomorrow threaten to pierce the hazy veil of blissful obedience Yussa has draped over his mind, he only wants to sink deeper.
"I would like to be kept," he murmurs. His hand grips the slim curve of Yussa's hip; the other squeezes gently where it rests on his thigh. "Though I cannot promise how long it will be, all the time I have tonight is yours."
As Caleb leans down for another kiss, his calloused palm rubs up along the inside of Yussa's thigh, working toward the heat of his folds. He marvels at the smoothness of his skin, and as his mouth trails more beard-rough kisses down the elegant slope of his neck, he is quietly intrigued by how his long fingers and squarish human-sized hands look splayed over the elven wizard's slender form.
no subject
He closes his eyes as they kiss, sinking into the pleasant feeling as Caleb's warm hands slide over his hip and his thigh. He moves, turning more toward Caleb as his fingers tease further between his thighs, finding the wetness there as his lips trail down Yussa's neck. He reaches to stroke his fingers through his lover's hair, brushing it back from his face.
Yussa nuzzles against Caleb's temple and his fingers return to the human wizard's beard. "This wasn't quite so long the last I saw you," he remarks. "It's not quite so rough as the stubble."
no subject
"It is cold in Eiselcross, so I let it grow out." He nuzzles more deliberately against Yussa's fingers so he'll feel the gentle prickle of his beard against his palms, much softer than the scrape of shorter stubble, as he observes. Curious, Caleb wonders, "Is this new for you?"
That surprises him, given Yussa's age and his own certainty that he must have had plenty of handsome men clamoring to share his bed over the years. While elves may not be predisposed to facial hair--or much excess hair in general--plenty of other peoples are. Caleb finds he's rather glad currently that humans are included in that number; it pleases him to be able to give Yussa an experience he hasn't had before.
Caleb has been tracing lightly over Yussa's folds as they trade soft words and softer kisses. Now he parts them with a crook of his knuckles, wetting his fingers with his lover's arousal as he strokes along his slit. He is still so wet, so hot to the touch--Caleb is dizzy with the imagining (the memory) of that sensation in a tight squeeze around his cock.
Caleb presses that first finger back inside him with ease, and teases a second at his dripping entrance right away, circling and rubbing against his opening as the first strokes his walls. When Yussa asks for more, he'll get it.
no subject
It's nice to know that he can still find novelty at his age. Yussa shifts subtly as Caleb strokes along his slit, parting wet folds with his fingers and knuckles as he gathers some of the copious wetness there. It's easy enough to keep the conversation going, at least on Yussa's end. He is very aware of Caleb's hard cock and the faint sheen of precome that's smeared on his skin where the flushed head has brushed against his stomach.
There's only a soft catch in his breath as the first finger slides back into him without any resistance. Yussa kisses Caleb again and his manicured nails drag against Caleb's beard when he feels the second finger teasing and rubbing against him. Yussa tips his hips, trying to encourage the extra penetration. After two orgasms so close together, he's sure he can manage it.
"Go on," he murmurs when they part, just in case Caleb needs the extra affirmation. He wants to feel the stretch, to know that he is that much closer to having Caleb's cock again after months of passing memories.
no subject
He likes very much the way Yussa scratches through his beard as they kiss, so he encourages it with soft noises lost against Yussa's lips. The first time they were together, he was taken by the way Yussa kisses him, and that has not changed. It feels like Yussa is seeking something from him with every kiss, and Caleb is happy to give and give, his mouth already sensitive and well used. He sweeps his tongue past Yussa's lips as his fingers slot deep into his cunt; he curls them up as he drags them out again, and pulls back for a sharp breath.
"You feel good," he whispers hoarsely, close enough still to feel Yussa's breath on his lips. "I thought of this often. I hoped that I was not the only one."
Gods, it feels like it has been longer than a few months. He has changed in that time. How is it that he can stagnate for decades and then change enough for a lifetime in a single year? The man he was when they first fucked was a far cry from who he was when they met, and he has grown more still since then. He wonders what Yussa sees when he looks at him. He wonders what it is about Caleb Widogast that intrigues him.
no subject
When they part, Yussa's breath comes quicker as the slow caresses coax him deeper into arousal. A smile appears and he gives Caleb a lighter kiss.
"No, you were not alone in indulging those memories." It does feel like it has been much longer, even for Yussa. He kisses Caleb again, and again, catching his bottom lip in a gentle bite and suck on his lower lip.
"You have grown since then," he murmurs. "And much more since the day we met. I am gratified to see the potential I saw then come to bear."
no subject
"Well," Caleb murmurs, somehow bashful as he continues to stretch Yussa on his fingers, "you have had a part in that yourself."
He becomes very aware of how sore his lips are when he smiles. It's an ache that goes straight to his cock. Yussa's sharper kisses have left his already used mouth raw and stinging, and he can't get enough of it.
Holding Yussa against him this way feels good; exciting, and somehow comforting. The almost casual skinship is an intimacy he hadn't dared the last time, but it is remarkably natural now. Their bodies fit together well, they can easily talk and kiss, and Caleb can indulgently watch his fingers sliding slickly in and out of his cunt. The warm flickering lanternlight and the view of the city and the sea far below lend the space an almost surreal quality, adding to the pleasant haze already enveloping his mind.
After making him come twice, Yussa's state of languid relaxation is not only attractive, but heady, knowing that he is responsible. Encouraged by his soft sounds of pleasure and the occasional squeeze of his cunt, Caleb doesn't wait long to start working a third finger into him. Though he took two more easily than Caleb had anticipated, he can feel right away how the addition of a third is a challenge. Yussa is a petite man, and the way his entrance slowly stretches around three of Caleb's long human-sized fingers looks thrillingly obscene.
no subject
Yussa shifts, trying to adjust his position to spread his legs more without interrupting Caleb's fingers as they stroke into him, and without sacrificing the comfort of their embrace. But he also wants to at least attempt to make it easier for Caleb to ease a third finger into him, knowing he will need it before taking his lover's cock. Pale lashes flutter as his body yields to the penetration, but he feels the stretch.
He wets his lips, and for a moment all he can do is breathe as Caleb coaxes him to relax further. He tips his head toward Caleb, nuzzling against him as the slide of his lover's fingers becomes easier. Caleb's hands are strong and dexterous, and Yussa finds himself quite enamored with how well he can use them. It should be expected in a wizard... though Yussa has found that is not always the rule.
"Ah--" His breath hiccups when Caleb's fingers move just so. He feels a blush warming his face and he is very aware of how it must look as Caleb works him open. Yussa coaxes Caleb into another kiss, edged with heat this time as his fingers push deep. He breaks it a moment later, just enough to speak.
"The next time I come, it will be on your cock."
no subject
The gradual yielding as his body accepts Caleb's fingers seems to renew Yussa's desire, the comfortable plateau of arousal post-orgasm finally spiking again. Caleb kisses him eagerly. The difference between this and the lazy making out they've been doing is palpable--and promising. Pride fills his chest with warmth. Though he has only been doing as asked, it pleases him to see clear evidence that Yussa is enjoying this. Enjoying him.
The burn of his own need has faded and flared intermittently, depending on his own focus. When Yussa speaks, the throb of his neglected erection against his thigh makes Caleb more aware of himself, of how he craves fulfillment, than he's been since this started.
"Gods, please," he whispers, choked.
He wants to roll fully onto his back and offer himself again like a tool to be used for precisely that purpose. He wants to feel the slick, tight channel squeezing around his slowly rocking fingers envelop his aching cock. The mere thought is almost too much. He's never been able to come untouched, but he is fairly certain that it won't take much to have him spilling over tonight. Which just isn't acceptable at all. There must be some preventative measure to take.
"Do you have some way to, ah...keep me going until you are satisfied?" His face is hot with a unique combination of embarrassment and arousal, but asking is far preferable to disappointing his lover with a lack of stamina. Yussa must understand, surely. He's been hard with barely a touch for some time tonight, which would be challenging even for a man who has sex far more often than Caleb. An idea flashes suddenly into his mind, and tumbles straight out from his lips. "My--my hair tie, perhaps--"
Secured firmly enough around the base of his cock, the strip of leather he uses to pull his hair back would serve that purpose. If only he knew where it disappeared to after Yussa slid it loose.
no subject
"I think I can manage something," he murmurs, accent heavy. He gives Caleb another kiss, then reluctantly reaches down to gently push his lover's fingers out of him. He has no idea where Caleb's hair tie has gone, but that's not the only possibility at their disposal.
Once he's free, Yussa gets up on unsteady legs. Once he has his balance, Yussa moves with the same effortless grace and authority he carries when he is fully dressed. He goes to his clothes, all neatly set aside where Caleb left them. Nimble fingers explore the pile of fabric until he finds what he wants. He returns with a strip of gold fabric - a small piece used to secure one layer to another to ensure there is no sliding or slipping. It is maybe six or seven inches long.
"Stay still," he says as he returns and sits on the chaise. "A leather thong would be acceptable, but I think this is better."
And because it is too tempting to resist, Yussa gives Caleb a single stroke, just to feel the firm heat of him, before he sets to wrapping the base of his cock. His gaze flicks back up to the younger man.
"Tell me when it's tight enough." He's unyielding in that command, though still gentle in its delivery. He goes by Caleb's word, using some of his own experience to supplement. Then he ties the fabric, satisfied that it will serve its purpose. With that accomplished, his hand slips lower to gently hold and caress Caleb's balls. It's only a moment of indulgence before he lets go again.
Yussa moves to straddle Caleb's lap, golden eyes intent.
"I'll have to keep this in mind on your next visit so I am properly prepared," he says with a smirk.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)