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."
Yussa doesn't seem to be in a particular hurry to cover himself. If anything, the breeze coming off the water is refreshing after being so overheated. Caleb's response to the appearance of the tray prompts a smile, and the elf remains where he is while the other man gets out of bed to retrieve it. The tray is laden with fruits, cheese, hummus, and soft pita. Relatively light fare, all told, but enough to be filling.
"A spell worked out some time ago," he admits. "I do not always tolerate disturbance and Wensforth would rather not see me faint from hunger."
And so, the spell was born out of necessity. Yussa sits up more as Caleb returns and settles the tray between them. Out of habit, he pours tea for them both. He peers up at Caleb, the gold of his eyes warm and bright with curiosity.
"Hm." He sits back with his tea. "Then I look forward to finding out what it is, whenever you should decide to do it."
In matters of intimacy, especially, Yussa is inclined to give Caleb free rein. The young man hasn't disappointed him yet nor has he pressed any advantage that had not already been offered to him. He sighs quietly and closes his eyes for a moment, wondering if perhaps the worst is over after all.
Amused by Yussa's explanation of the spell's origins, Caleb accepts his own cup with a nod of thanks. It's familiar and spiced, the kind Caleb has come to know as Yussa's favorite; he's tasted it on his tongue nearly as many times as he's been served it.
"You will not be disappointed," he says, catching Yussa's eye again, because he really believes it. It's also a little heady to feel the archmage's curiosity directed at him for a change. As he sips at his tea and picks at the finger foods they've been provided, he watches Yussa. Not only is he especially lovely with the fading light highlighting his sharp, handsome features and bare body still lightly sex-flushed, he is also visibly far more relaxed, to the point where Caleb might guess his symptoms have abated entirely. Perhaps they really were able to work it out of his system, or else the effect faded naturally with time. Still, Caleb is cautious of being too optimistic, hence staying the night. This could easily last as long as a full day if they're unlucky.
Even if it does return, however, Caleb isn't especially worried. It wouldn't be the first evening he's spent entirely with his face buried between Yussa's legs, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. A sore jaw and overworked tongue are practically a matter of pride.
"I am at your disposal tonight, Master Errenis," he promises, with a playful little smile a somewhat coy look over the rim of his teacup. "Should you need me."
"Mind your offers, Master Widogast," he says mildly, though the look he gives Caleb is quite warm. "One might take you at your word."
And perhaps, even if he has calmed and the effects have passed, he will consider doing so in the morning.
Yussa picks at the food on offer, but that seems to be his habit regardless of how he is feeling and Caleb has certainly seen him eat like this before. As it is, he is trying to pay attention to his body, mindful of every passing sensation and feeling just in case it might be the warning of some change. But, for now, everything seems to have... quieted. The tea, his favorite, is an extra comfort.
He's quiet while they eat, which also isn't unusual. Used to spending most of his time alone, he is fond of comfortable silences. That is possibly one of the reasons he gets on with Caleb: thus far, the man has not felt the need to fill silences unless there is actually something to discuss.
By the time he finishes his tea, Yussa is relieved to feel tired. After the tray is put aside, he is content to talk a little about what else he has brought back with him as they settle into bed properly.
"I hope that one will," Caleb replies, warm and suggestive. He's more than happy to pass the time as they eat in silence, as comfortable with it as Yussa. Occasionally he'll catch Yussa's eye and give him a small smile, but he can enjoy the food, the sunset, and the company without saying a word. It's nice. And when they do finally begin talking again they pick it up easily, like the conversation had never lapsed at all.
Caleb is as eager as might be expected to hear whatever details Yussa will grant him about his time away and what he's discovered. He moves the tray of mostly empty plates and cups back to the low table in the center of the room as they talk, and less than a minute later it disappears again, only to be replaced with the pitcher of water. Marveling quietly at the spell yet again, Caleb prepares himself for sleep, always a little strange to do in a new place, but this time equally as exciting.
Finally slipping beneath the soft cotton and silk sheets of Yussa's bed with Yussa beside him is a little surreal. They've certainly fallen asleep together after sex before, but they've never specifically gone to bed together like this, and certainly not in Yussa's own room. This feels intimate in a way they have yet to experience together, though Caleb tries not to think too much of it beyond the practical reason for it. Still, yet again--it's nice.
Uncertain of Yussa's preference when it comes to contact--cuddling or no cuddling?--Caleb remains close enough to touch comfortably, reaches out to brush his fingers gently over a slender wrist in a gentle, wordless invitation, but otherwise keeps politely to himself. The room is cool and comfortable in the dark, and the bed is almost certainly the nicest Caleb has ever laid in.
It has been a long time since Yussa shared his bed quite like this. It's almost strange, at first, knowing precisely where he is and feeling a body - also familiar - so near him. It is the touch that catches his attention, tender and fleeting but clearly an invitation. Affection rises in him and, soon enough, he finds himself turning toward the warmth of his companion. Perhaps it is not quite the close cuddling that Caleb might expect at first, but eventually Yussa's head ends up on his shoulder.
Perhaps it is no surprise that the elven wizard falls asleep there against Caleb's side. Yussa had hoped very much that he might sleep through the night after the day they had.
It is some hours later, Yussa wakes feeling far too warm and breathing faster. He stifles a sound and slides a hand between his legs without even thinking and finds himself just as slick as he'd been earlier. He puts space between himself and Caleb, thinking (barely thinking) if he can just manage this he could go back to sleep--
But the act of touching himself is air to the fire that's already burning. Without real thought, he pushes two fingers into himself and grinds against his hand as he seeks relief. It's a fool's errand, there will be no taking care of it himself. The attempt only makes it worse. Yussa pulls his fingers free and twists back toward Caleb. He's sleeping, he shouldn't wake him...
His hand slips beneath the blanket and slick fingers stroke Caleb's cock. Yussa moves to straddle him as he tries to coax the man beneath him to arousal.
There's that little flutter again, starting somewhere behind his heart and spreading through his chest. That Yussa decides to curl up against him at all is a welcome surprise, and Caleb gathers him as close as he is comfortable with. Yussa drifts off first, and Caleb is glad to know that he is asleep rather than trancing. After today, it seems like he could use it. Caleb isn't far behind, warm and comfortable and holding someone he cares for.
And it isn't that he wakes, exactly, some time later. He begins to surface from a deep sleep, reacting to the slight movement beside him, and then over him. Laying on his back, one arm now splayed against the bed where Yussa had been and the other folded across his chest, it's easy to get on top of him. His breathing changes, his mind shifts gradually from dreaming to the hazy swim of near-wakefulness, and probably most importantly to Yussa, his cock readily grows hard under the slick touch of his hand. Helpfully, he was already part of the way there.
A soft groan, barely more than a heavy breath, slips from his lips as arousal seeps through him, heavy and hot. His hips give a gentle twitch up, grinding unconsciously into Yussa's hand.
There's a desperate kind of relief as Caleb gets hard. He isn't actually sure what he would have done if he couldn't have roused him at all. Yussa braces his free hand against Caleb's chest for balance as he adjusts his position. He rocks his hips and he can't help the sound that escapes him as his cunt slides over the other man's cock. Yussa doesn't try to put it in yet, as if friction might actually offer relief when it hadn't just a moment ago.
"Caleb," he gasps out, voice tight. He trembles and his fingers dig against Caleb's shoulder. "Caleb--"
He thinks deliriously of the coy offer the younger man made earlier. He hadn't expected to be taking advantage in the middle of the night, but here they are. Moonlight pours in through the lattice windows, spilling pale light across the bed.
His waking is much more rapid at the sound of his name, with Yussa's hand resting heavy against his chest, his shoulder, grinding his cock through his wet folds. Yussa's fingers are pinpricks, and his cunt is hot and wonderful, even if he can't entirely make sense of what is going on yet. He's groggy and disoriented as he comes to, gasping like he's breaking the surface of a dark lake.
"Was? Was ist--"
Words in his own tongue fall rough with sleep from his lips as he fails to recognize the space around him or what exactly is happening in the seconds after waking. Everything is dark but for the man splayed attractively over him, golden brown skin cast in silver moonlight. Caleb inhales sharply as Yussa's hips rock along the length of his stiff cock, and--of course, yes, Yussa. His keen mind doesn't fail him, even if it still feels sluggish, still clinging to sleep. Gods, it must have come back badly for him to be this wet and this desperate in the middle of the night, and now his own arousal is achingly present and distracting.
"Yussa," he murmurs, answering his own name, soft and still heavy. He lifts a hand to the other man's hip and raises the other to his face, cradling it tenderly, far from upset at being woken despite the hour. "Go ahead, it's okay..."
He'd meant it when he said he was at his disposal tonight.
As soon as he has that permission, however dazed it may be, Yussa shifts and reaches to guide Caleb into him. His mouth falls open as he sinks down and finding momentary relief in feeling full.
Now free, his other hand presses to the bed as he rolls his hips, impatiently fucking himself as the poor man beneath him is still coming to. The hand on his cheek is an unexpected balm, a bit of affection in a rush of urgency that makes Yussa feel like he is losing his mind. He leans lower and bumps into a kiss in an unspoken apology, or perhaps just attempt to make this seem less like use, even if that is precisely what Caleb encouraged earlier in the evening and is encouraging now. Perhaps he would feel better about it if he felt more in his right mind.
He whispers Caleb's name again and tries to slow himself, even a little. Yussa moves his hips in slow, grinding circles.
"Thank you," he whispers, struggling to keep the raw edge from his voice.
The fog of sleep doesn't last long like this. Regaining his senses quickly, Caleb returns the kiss, cradling the back of Yussa's head to reinforce that this is not only allowed, but wanted. The fact of the matter is that Caleb does not at all mind feeling used. Especially as pleasure spreads molten up his spine from the tight clench of Yussa's cunt as he fucks himself on his cock.
"You're welcome," he murmurs back, cracking a thin, bemused smile. The hand on the older man's hip clutches tighter, encouraging. His voice is still edged with sleep, rough and dragging with his accent, but his mind is sharp and focused. "It's all right, liebling, you feel incredible. Please fuck me, take what you need, I love watching you."
He was expecting this, or something like it, and he's more than prepared to fulfill his promise.
Yussa bows his head, white hair falling into his face as he moves. The encouragement is something, at least: a balm over the rawness this lack of control leaves in its wake. He closes his eyes as heat sweeps through him.
He adjusts his position on top of Caleb so that it's easier for him to lift up. He wants the friction of his lover filling him over and over. Yussa feels utterly senseless, driven by nothing but need. He finds the hand resting on his hip and clutches it tightly for a moment, trying to ground himself more.
He trembles as tension rolls through him and a sharper moan escapes. Distress flares in the back of his mind even as he feels an orgasm building. Will it be enough? Will it just be a prelude to an incessant need for more?
The archmage tries to move faster, harder, as he seeks the precise angle that will push him to the edge.
When Yussa finds a position that works for him and begins fucking down against him with increasing need, it isn't long at all before Caleb is moaning freely under him, barely awake and already helplessly aroused. His heavy gaze rakes hungrily up and down Yussa's form, visible in the moonlight despite the latticework shadows cast over his skin. From his thighs splayed wide around his hips, tense as he uses them to bounce in his lap, to his cock parting his flushed folds and disappearing inside his cunt, to his hips and stomach and small breasts and the graceful line of his throat, lips parted as he can't help the sounds that escape him. Caleb only wishes he could erase the distressed crease between his brows, ease whatever worry he feels.
"I'm here," he says, breathless but firm. He hopes it conveys what he means--that he's going to take care of Yussa as long as he needs it, that he doesn't have to be alone, and that he is going to help him find out what caused this and fix it. Grasping his hip and the nape of his neck, he lifts his own hips from the bed to rock up into him as he feels him start to tighten, trying to find that angle he wants right along with him. "It's all right," he repeats, "let me help you feel good. I love feeling you come, liebling, you know that I do."
Yussa cries out softly when Caleb lifts his hips to meet him. Elvish falls from his lips, breathless and repetitive as his lover pushes deep into him. His voice gets tight and his fingers dig against Caleb's shoulder. His voice rises and he grabs at Caleb's arm as his body goes tight. He doesn't stop moving even as his rhythm falters, riding out his orgasm with the same urgency all of this began with. He feels every thrust as his cunt squeezes around the cock buried in him.
"You--you are always--"
He curses weakly and catches himself on the bed, trying not to collapse completely on Caleb as his body gives. As that delirious rush of pleasure turns into something more languid, so too does the way Yussa moves over top of his lover, slowing and losing all sense of desperation.
Privately, Caleb relishes the occasions when he can reduce Yussa to Elvish alone. He certainly has a lot of aid with that tonight, as Yussa had woken him already wet and aching to be fucked, but he enjoys it anyway, feels his own pleasure climbing as Yussa loses control. He can feel the intensity of his orgasm as the other man shakes apart over and against and around him, squeezing tight as a vice around his cock and continuing to fuck himself on it, meeting Caleb's thrusts up until his legs can't hold him any longer.
Shaking a little himself and astonished by the passion shared between them, he reaches for Yussa as he collapses over him, wrapping his arms around him and helping him to lay his smaller and lighter body down on him rather than try to support himself on the bed. His cock is red hot and throbbing as Yussa's hips slow to a lazier roll, and he whimpers, tucking his face against the other man's neck, at the last word he sighs out, the kind of praise he strives for.
With his own quieter desperation, he pumps his hips up in little stutters, grinding into Yussa's cunt as he comes down from his peak. His body and mind are tired still, and he doesn't have the will to keep himself from chasing his orgasm too. It feels pulled out of him with a gasp and then a low groan as he spills with each little grind, holding Yussa close against him, hips still rolling.
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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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"A spell worked out some time ago," he admits. "I do not always tolerate disturbance and Wensforth would rather not see me faint from hunger."
And so, the spell was born out of necessity. Yussa sits up more as Caleb returns and settles the tray between them. Out of habit, he pours tea for them both. He peers up at Caleb, the gold of his eyes warm and bright with curiosity.
"Hm." He sits back with his tea. "Then I look forward to finding out what it is, whenever you should decide to do it."
In matters of intimacy, especially, Yussa is inclined to give Caleb free rein. The young man hasn't disappointed him yet nor has he pressed any advantage that had not already been offered to him. He sighs quietly and closes his eyes for a moment, wondering if perhaps the worst is over after all.
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"You will not be disappointed," he says, catching Yussa's eye again, because he really believes it. It's also a little heady to feel the archmage's curiosity directed at him for a change. As he sips at his tea and picks at the finger foods they've been provided, he watches Yussa. Not only is he especially lovely with the fading light highlighting his sharp, handsome features and bare body still lightly sex-flushed, he is also visibly far more relaxed, to the point where Caleb might guess his symptoms have abated entirely. Perhaps they really were able to work it out of his system, or else the effect faded naturally with time. Still, Caleb is cautious of being too optimistic, hence staying the night. This could easily last as long as a full day if they're unlucky.
Even if it does return, however, Caleb isn't especially worried. It wouldn't be the first evening he's spent entirely with his face buried between Yussa's legs, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. A sore jaw and overworked tongue are practically a matter of pride.
"I am at your disposal tonight, Master Errenis," he promises, with a playful little smile a somewhat coy look over the rim of his teacup. "Should you need me."
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And perhaps, even if he has calmed and the effects have passed, he will consider doing so in the morning.
Yussa picks at the food on offer, but that seems to be his habit regardless of how he is feeling and Caleb has certainly seen him eat like this before. As it is, he is trying to pay attention to his body, mindful of every passing sensation and feeling just in case it might be the warning of some change. But, for now, everything seems to have... quieted. The tea, his favorite, is an extra comfort.
He's quiet while they eat, which also isn't unusual. Used to spending most of his time alone, he is fond of comfortable silences. That is possibly one of the reasons he gets on with Caleb: thus far, the man has not felt the need to fill silences unless there is actually something to discuss.
By the time he finishes his tea, Yussa is relieved to feel tired. After the tray is put aside, he is content to talk a little about what else he has brought back with him as they settle into bed properly.
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Caleb is as eager as might be expected to hear whatever details Yussa will grant him about his time away and what he's discovered. He moves the tray of mostly empty plates and cups back to the low table in the center of the room as they talk, and less than a minute later it disappears again, only to be replaced with the pitcher of water. Marveling quietly at the spell yet again, Caleb prepares himself for sleep, always a little strange to do in a new place, but this time equally as exciting.
Finally slipping beneath the soft cotton and silk sheets of Yussa's bed with Yussa beside him is a little surreal. They've certainly fallen asleep together after sex before, but they've never specifically gone to bed together like this, and certainly not in Yussa's own room. This feels intimate in a way they have yet to experience together, though Caleb tries not to think too much of it beyond the practical reason for it. Still, yet again--it's nice.
Uncertain of Yussa's preference when it comes to contact--cuddling or no cuddling?--Caleb remains close enough to touch comfortably, reaches out to brush his fingers gently over a slender wrist in a gentle, wordless invitation, but otherwise keeps politely to himself. The room is cool and comfortable in the dark, and the bed is almost certainly the nicest Caleb has ever laid in.
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Perhaps it is no surprise that the elven wizard falls asleep there against Caleb's side. Yussa had hoped very much that he might sleep through the night after the day they had.
It is some hours later, Yussa wakes feeling far too warm and breathing faster. He stifles a sound and slides a hand between his legs without even thinking and finds himself just as slick as he'd been earlier. He puts space between himself and Caleb, thinking (barely thinking) if he can just manage this he could go back to sleep--
But the act of touching himself is air to the fire that's already burning. Without real thought, he pushes two fingers into himself and grinds against his hand as he seeks relief. It's a fool's errand, there will be no taking care of it himself. The attempt only makes it worse. Yussa pulls his fingers free and twists back toward Caleb. He's sleeping, he shouldn't wake him...
His hand slips beneath the blanket and slick fingers stroke Caleb's cock. Yussa moves to straddle him as he tries to coax the man beneath him to arousal.
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And it isn't that he wakes, exactly, some time later. He begins to surface from a deep sleep, reacting to the slight movement beside him, and then over him. Laying on his back, one arm now splayed against the bed where Yussa had been and the other folded across his chest, it's easy to get on top of him. His breathing changes, his mind shifts gradually from dreaming to the hazy swim of near-wakefulness, and probably most importantly to Yussa, his cock readily grows hard under the slick touch of his hand. Helpfully, he was already part of the way there.
A soft groan, barely more than a heavy breath, slips from his lips as arousal seeps through him, heavy and hot. His hips give a gentle twitch up, grinding unconsciously into Yussa's hand.
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"Caleb," he gasps out, voice tight. He trembles and his fingers dig against Caleb's shoulder. "Caleb--"
He thinks deliriously of the coy offer the younger man made earlier. He hadn't expected to be taking advantage in the middle of the night, but here they are. Moonlight pours in through the lattice windows, spilling pale light across the bed.
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"Was? Was ist--"
Words in his own tongue fall rough with sleep from his lips as he fails to recognize the space around him or what exactly is happening in the seconds after waking. Everything is dark but for the man splayed attractively over him, golden brown skin cast in silver moonlight. Caleb inhales sharply as Yussa's hips rock along the length of his stiff cock, and--of course, yes, Yussa. His keen mind doesn't fail him, even if it still feels sluggish, still clinging to sleep. Gods, it must have come back badly for him to be this wet and this desperate in the middle of the night, and now his own arousal is achingly present and distracting.
"Yussa," he murmurs, answering his own name, soft and still heavy. He lifts a hand to the other man's hip and raises the other to his face, cradling it tenderly, far from upset at being woken despite the hour. "Go ahead, it's okay..."
He'd meant it when he said he was at his disposal tonight.
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Now free, his other hand presses to the bed as he rolls his hips, impatiently fucking himself as the poor man beneath him is still coming to. The hand on his cheek is an unexpected balm, a bit of affection in a rush of urgency that makes Yussa feel like he is losing his mind. He leans lower and bumps into a kiss in an unspoken apology, or perhaps just attempt to make this seem less like use, even if that is precisely what Caleb encouraged earlier in the evening and is encouraging now. Perhaps he would feel better about it if he felt more in his right mind.
He whispers Caleb's name again and tries to slow himself, even a little. Yussa moves his hips in slow, grinding circles.
"Thank you," he whispers, struggling to keep the raw edge from his voice.
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"You're welcome," he murmurs back, cracking a thin, bemused smile. The hand on the older man's hip clutches tighter, encouraging. His voice is still edged with sleep, rough and dragging with his accent, but his mind is sharp and focused. "It's all right, liebling, you feel incredible. Please fuck me, take what you need, I love watching you."
He was expecting this, or something like it, and he's more than prepared to fulfill his promise.
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He adjusts his position on top of Caleb so that it's easier for him to lift up. He wants the friction of his lover filling him over and over. Yussa feels utterly senseless, driven by nothing but need. He finds the hand resting on his hip and clutches it tightly for a moment, trying to ground himself more.
He trembles as tension rolls through him and a sharper moan escapes. Distress flares in the back of his mind even as he feels an orgasm building. Will it be enough? Will it just be a prelude to an incessant need for more?
The archmage tries to move faster, harder, as he seeks the precise angle that will push him to the edge.
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"I'm here," he says, breathless but firm. He hopes it conveys what he means--that he's going to take care of Yussa as long as he needs it, that he doesn't have to be alone, and that he is going to help him find out what caused this and fix it. Grasping his hip and the nape of his neck, he lifts his own hips from the bed to rock up into him as he feels him start to tighten, trying to find that angle he wants right along with him. "It's all right," he repeats, "let me help you feel good. I love feeling you come, liebling, you know that I do."
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"You--you are always--"
He curses weakly and catches himself on the bed, trying not to collapse completely on Caleb as his body gives. As that delirious rush of pleasure turns into something more languid, so too does the way Yussa moves over top of his lover, slowing and losing all sense of desperation.
"--Good."
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Shaking a little himself and astonished by the passion shared between them, he reaches for Yussa as he collapses over him, wrapping his arms around him and helping him to lay his smaller and lighter body down on him rather than try to support himself on the bed. His cock is red hot and throbbing as Yussa's hips slow to a lazier roll, and he whimpers, tucking his face against the other man's neck, at the last word he sighs out, the kind of praise he strives for.
With his own quieter desperation, he pumps his hips up in little stutters, grinding into Yussa's cunt as he comes down from his peak. His body and mind are tired still, and he doesn't have the will to keep himself from chasing his orgasm too. It feels pulled out of him with a gasp and then a low groan as he spills with each little grind, holding Yussa close against him, hips still rolling.
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