Caleb is known at the Lavish Chateau. He nods to Carlos at the bar, greets Bluud by the stair and is allowed to pass up to the second floor without anyone questioning his presence, even in Jester's absence. Being here without her is a little strange, to be sure. He wonders if it's the staff's familiarity with him that lends him his perceived credibility, or if they've been informed that he is here to see someone. Yussa arranged the room. Who was it necessary to inform? Does Marion know? The idea brings a flush to his face as he moves with intent down the hallway toward the last door on the left.
Thankfully, he does not encounter Frau Lavorre, as her apartments occupy the third floor. But according to Yussa, he's secured the finest suite the Chateau has to offer apart from the Ruby's own. This is one room Caleb has not seen; to his knowledge, it has always been booked.
At last and almost too soon, he is there facing the door's dark, polished wood. Caleb spends a long moment lingering outside, a last-second review of the man he is supposed to be in this room today: himself, only a degree or two off from reality. Quickly, he deems his nervous excitement suitably appropriate for the role he's playing, and makes no attempt to conceal it before raising a hand and knocking in two quick, sharp raps.
It has been nearly two weeks since he has seen Yussa, and they finalized their plans for this encounter entirely via Sending. Though that wasn't intentional, it certainly does add to the mystique, and puts him firmly in the boots of a man who would pay any price to see Yussa Errenis. There is also no denying how this bit of theater they've concocted together thrills him. He has imagined this moment many times over the better part of the last week, and many other moments that may or may not occur this evening besides. Anticipation makes his heart leap within his chest.
Today, he has made every effort to look his best, as anyone would when wishing to make a favorable impression on a man long admired, whose time and attention is about to cost them a significant amount of coin. His hair is brushed to a glossy copper sheen and half tied back, pulled away from his face but hanging loose about his shoulders. There is only a few days' worth of stubble on his face, just enough to highlight the lines of his jaw and cheekbones and provide a tempting rasp against bare skin. It has been some time since Yussa has seen him without a full beard; perhaps it will lend him an air of novelty, encouraging the fiction that this is their first meeting. He wears one of his nicest outfits, purchased for work, though the dark brown wool of the trousers and jacket and the close-fitting collar of the shirt beneath are making him sweat a bit in the Nicodranas heat. He wears his book harness and component pouch openly, the leather worn but well cared for; anyone who knows an arcanist would recognize his spellbook for what it is. He even wears a touch of cologne, a subtle combination of bergamot and cedarwood that Yussa has previously encouraged him to use more often.
Their engagement is scheduled to begin at seven (Caleb knocked at seven on the dot) and last until tomorrow morning. Though a house so fine as the Lavish Chateau would certainly take care of the matter of payment in advance, so as not to sully a client's fantasy with a vulgar exchange of coin, that exchange is very much a part of the fantasy for them in this case, so they will go through the motions of it themselves. The gold Caleb carries in a purse at his belt feels disproportionately heavy. As he waits for the man he has been longing to see, he brushes his fingers over it, checking the drawstring clasp yet again. How embarrassing would it be to stand on the threshold and find that all he has saved for months to make this night possible has been pickpocketed?
Yussa has spent the last two weeks getting everything prepared for tonight, including himself. Securing the room at the Lavish Chateau was straightforward, especially with the gentle press of his influence, his willingness to spend coin, and favor with the Ruby. He's spent time going through his own things, choosing pieces for the night with careful consideration for his own preferences and his lover's. He knows what Caleb might enjoy, what might tantalize him.
Just yesterday he spent the better part of the day having henna applied to most of his body. The designs are reminiscent of ones from Gwardan, and so not often seen in any other part of the world. He is almost certain Caleb will not have seen anything like them, even with his more extensive travels. A few hours before Caleb arrives, Yussa indulges in a long, hot bath with rosewater oil, then air-dries as he makes sure the room has everything they could need, and perhaps thing they may want. They will not be interrupted tonight, both by design and for the sake of the fantasy. He applies lotion and a hint of neroli blossom perfume at his wrists and neck. He takes time to apply his makeup, painting his eyelids and lips gold, gilding himself for the man who will claim him for the night. Before his white hair dries completely, he runs his fingers through it with some light oil to ensure it will dry in soft waves without frizzing, carefully styled but not straightened. He had it freshly trimmed at the beginning of the week to ensure it would look effortless on the day of.
That done, he dons gold chain body jewelry and covers it with a sheer robe the same color as a stormy sky, certain Caleb has not seen it before. His wardrobe is extensive enough that the task had not been too difficult. The ties at the waist serve to accentuate the shape of him beneath it. Yussa adds a few more pieces of jewelry, including delicate gold bells around his ankles; he leaves his feet bare. By the time he is finished, his heart is beating faster with anticipation as they draw close to the appointed hour. He has thought of this several times since they decided to plan it.
Rather than indulging in the flutter of eager nerves, Yussa leans against the open doorway that leads out onto a balcony. He requested that it be left open to allow the sea breeze in, and to allow him to fully enjoy the sunset. It is not so different from the views they often enjoy from Tidepeak, and that is a familiar comfort when so much of this is relatively new - and when they are supposed to be pretending that it is. Yussa takes a breath and lets it go slowly, then closes his eyes to center himself further as he waits. The person who would work in this room not only has experience to have earned it, but knows their value. The moment the coin hits the table, he will be Caleb's for the night rather than the master of a tower.
A smile quirks his lips when he hears the knock, and he has no doubt that it is exactly seven o'clock. Rather than answering it himself, however, Yussa pushes away from the balcony door and makes a gesture with his hand. The heavy door opens, revealing the man who will be Caleb's for the night standing beside a small table set with wine, fruit, and a deliberately empty space where a good deal of coin might fit.
Yussa's golden eyes are nearly amber in the lantern light and he inclines his head politely - almost demurely.
"Master Widogast," he says with a purr, his accent heavier than usual. He uses Caleb's name, knowing that someone like the Ruby would always be informed of a client's name before their arrival. "Welcome to the Lavish Chateau."
When the door swings open, no part of the shocked awe on Caleb's face needs to be feigned. His eyes fall immediately on Yussa and go wide, and his lips part with a soundless gasp. Yussa is always stunning to behold, but today he has gone above and beyond, even by his standards. What he wears is stunning on him and tastefully provocative, whetting Caleb's appetite for more. Gold chain glints against his skin, and...gods, he catches glimpses of tattoos, beautiful, unique henna designs, beneath the sheer fabric. He takes in the soft curls of his pale hair, the gold paint on his face, the way his body language conveys something both gracious and sultry--Caleb has no difficulty at all believing that some version of himself would pay handsomely to share this man's company.
The room seems quite nice, too, but he barely spares it a glance. Not when he is still drinking in every inch of Yussa.
"Thank you," he speaks up. The soft husk of his voice betrays a little of his jitters. "It seems a, ah--a beautiful place to live and work."
He steps into the room and closes the door carefully behind him. They are alone, and this is happening, and it seems so much more real than when they were planning it. It's exciting, nerve-wracking; Caleb couldn't have anticipated just how much this scenario would enflame his desire.
"It is an honor to meet you, Herr Yussa." He steadies his voice with some effort as he meets the other man's eyes. "Please, call me Caleb."
Feeling distinctly overdressed now, especially as his boots fall heavy on the stone floor compared to Yussa's bare feet, he crosses the space between them until he too is standing beside the table, barely an arm's length apart. The empty space on it is...conspicuous.
"Forgive me if it is impolite or ignorant to broach the subject directly," he says, softly apologetic, "but this is new to me, this...exchange. I was informed of a price by the house, but I wished to confirm with you directly to ensure that it is accurate." He wants to make sure Yussa gets what he's owed, after all.
His attraction to Caleb has never been a question, not since the first day in his tower, but gods, the man has gone out of his way today. Yussa immediately notices the bare face with a hint of stubble and beautiful sheen of his copper hair. His breathing remains steady, but he feels a shiver low in his body that speaks to his growing arousal.
"Caleb," he repeats, as if tasting the name for the first time. When Caleb is close enough, Yussa catches the faint scent of his cologne and all he wants to do is move closer still to truly enjoy it. That will come soon enough; for now, Caleb has brought up the matter of coin.
"What the house told you is correct," he answers, his voice smooth and soft. "Fifty gold, and I am yours."
Yussa knows well that it's a high cost, especially for a man who lives modesty, but that is part is part of the point. A night with him should cost dearly in a place like this. And he certainly will not be taking the fifty gold come morning, so Caleb will leave with it the same as he arrived. The cost also reflects the privilege it will grant Caleb.
He gestures delicately to the table beside them, a clear indication of where Caleb should leave his coin. Having it near the entrance to the room is also deliberate on Yussa's part: they will soon step past it, and after that the room, and Yussa, will belong to Caleb until morning.
Yussa's very deliberate phrasing stirs Caleb's interest and his arousal both. Fifty gold, and I am yours. That was what they discussed: an exchange that would put Caleb in a position to make demands, to speak freely, to have Yussa in whatever ways he might wish.
"Sehr gut," he murmurs. "That is what I have prepared."
As he opens the pouch carrying his coin and begins to transfer it neatly to the table--three platinum, and the rest in gold--he glances to Yussa, unsubtly looking him over again as the corner of his mouth quirks up in a bemused little smile.
"I am not a wealthy man," he reveals--distinctive, when the Chateau's patrons typically are. "So it has taken me months to save enough to afford you." It's clear that thrills him. The cost is steep. Attaining Yussa is a lofty goal--something to aspire to, to be treasured. Something that is not for everyone. But he is one of the lucky few to earn a night with this man.
There is his price on the table: fifty gold. Yussa is his.
"Having been an...admirer for some time, I have no doubt that you are worth this and more," he confesses, earnest, yet with a clear undertone of longing, of want. "May I touch you?"
It is unreasonable that the sound of coins piling up on a table should excite him, and yet it does. Yussa watches, seemingly impassive, as Caleb counts out the coin. His gaze flicks up to meet the sharp blue eyes looking at him. That this man would carefully save the coin that is so limited in his life to buy this time with him is no small thing, and Yussa feels another shiver at the determination and dedication inherent in the act. And, perhaps, the small degree of obsession.
In this fantasy of theirs, he finds that more thrilling than he should. Yussa finds himself aching to know what it will feel like to have all of that fully focused on him. And he will find out.
Yussa's expression shifts, warmer and more open as he steps away from the table, further into the room. This is the first time he's moved since Caleb entered the room, and it brings with it the delicate sound of the little bells around his ankles. This close, Caleb can get a better idea of an extent of the tattoos: his hands and forearms, his chest, his legs from the knees down. Caleb will have ample opportunity to discover the rest on his back, belly, and thighs.
"You may do more than touch me, Caleb," he murmurs. Yussa stills, poised and yet somehow more approachable than he'd been just a moment ago. A coy smile flickers to life. "But yes. You may."
Caleb's gaze is heavy and intent, taking in details now that they are closer, raking over the tattoos on Yussa's chest and lingering very obviously where the tempting shadow of his dark nipples can be seen through the sheer fabric. The sound of tinkling bells draws his eye down to the anklets he wears as the other man moves, coyly inviting him further into the room--and much more than that.
"Admittedly, that is what I was hoping for," Caleb flirts back, following until he's standing close again, this time pressed nearly chest to chest, demonstrating just how petite the elven man is in comparison. With bated breath, he slowly lifts a hand and places it lightly on the dip of Yussa's waist, as though needing to confirm for himself that now that he has paid, he is actually allowed to touch. After a moment, his grip becomes firmer, more certain. The fabric of Yussa's robe is so soft and light it feels like water, and his skin is warm beneath it. He rubs his thumb back and forth against his belly just above his hip bone.
"I am afraid I am not dressed for the weather at all. Help me out of these heavy clothes?" he requests with a smile somewhere between bashful and thrilled, meeting Yussa's entrancing golden eyes again. "My accent probably makes it obvious, but I have come all the way from Rexxentrum. Via teleportation, but still."
The jacket, book holster, boots, belt, trousers, and component pouch at least should be removed just for him to feel like he's not sweating through his clothes. And he very much wants to see Yussa's elegant hands, his slender fingers, do the work of divesting him of these things.
"I have heard that you are an arcanist also?" he continues carefully. "If I am honest, that is part of what made me interested in you. I, ah...did a little digging, and discovered that not only Storm Sphere, but the Investiture spells are attributed to an elven wizard residing in Nicodranas called Yussa Errenis." His brows lift for emphasis. "Assuming that is not a coincidence, you are brilliant. I am a transmutationist myself, and Investiture is such a seamless and elegant blending of self-alteration with evocation that--"
As if hearing himself for the first time, Caleb cuts himself off before he can finish that thought, and grimaces apologetically.
"Ah. I tried to tell myself not to bombard you with this right away, but it seems I could not help it."
There is the barest catch to his breath when Caleb finally touches him, a warm hand tentative on his waist at first, but then more confident in its pressure and the stroke of his thumb. Subtle as it all is, it has a startlingly powerful effect.
"I have not been to the Empire in a long time," he admits when Caleb mentions his accent and the city he's come from. Deftly, Yussa begins with the book harness. The leather is well-worn and cared for, which makes it easy to manipulate. He keeps his fingertips on Caleb's shoulder as he circles behind the other man and then reaches up again to slide the harness off. He doesn't discard it on the floor, instead leaving it on a bench. The jacket comes next, if only to give Caleb some immediate relief from that layer. Then he circles around again for the component pouch. It doesn't require him to kneel, but he does so anyway.
His hands still at the mention of his spells and he peers up at Caleb, golden eyes vibrant in the warm light. Yussa doesn't recall now if he ever brought up that he is the author of such spells, though he supposes a transmutation wizard might run into the Investiture spells if they were interested in such things. Caleb is the sort of transmutation wizard who would be interested in such things. Hm. Oversight on his part - he could have taught his lover these spells long ago.
"It is not often I have guests who have done their homework," he says mildly as he resumes removing the component pouch. He sets it aside to join the holster on the bench.
While he is down there, Yussa runs his hands down along each of Caleb's legs to ensure his boots are loose enough to remove, though he does not do so just yet. Yussa rises in a smooth motion, accentuated by the movement of the robe, and turns his attention to Caleb's belt.
Caleb had quite a shock recently when he happened to look into a few transmutation spells he was interested in learning more about only to discover they were created by his lover. While he'd been sorely tempted to Send to Yussa about it immediately, he decided to hold onto this knowledge so he could reveal it in precisely this way. It's fun to see Yussa's reaction, both his current persona and the flicker of the man behind it. They'll really dig into this topic tomorrow, when they return to Tidepeak together.
"Not as of yet. I was able to look over them for the first time recently. I am a teacher," he explains, "so my schedule can be busy at times, and my reserves for higher level casting are often depleted by the end of a day of classes."
It is impossible not to be distracted by Yussa's hands on him, removing his layers, and then--gods--kneeling at his feet. The leather strap that secures his component pouch around his thigh is undone with an arcanist's deft touch before Yussa rises.
The more he feels Yussa's touch, even through his clothes, the more heat gathers low between his hips. His cock has already begun to fill out, not yet evident beneath his trousers, but at this rate it won't be long before it is. Watching Yussa open his belt for him is almost more erotic than he can stand. He reaches for his waist again, this time framing it with both hands. Then, so boldly it makes him flush, his hands slide around him and down over the small of his back to rest decisively on the softer, rounder shape of his ass.
Taking such liberties is against his nature, but that makes it all the more exhilarating. The circumstances they've constructed here give him specific permission to act brazenly in a way he normally wouldn't. The freedom to just take what he wants without second-guessing leaves him light-headed.
"Investiture of Flame is my top priority, though, when I am able to devote resources to my own work," he says somewhat breathlessly. He looks from Yussa's gold-painted eyes to his gold-painted mouth, then down the rest of his form again. "With such a mind and such a body, it is no wonder you are so sought after," he murmurs with something like amazement. "Though either one would be enough on its own, I think."
Yussa has always appreciated Caleb's considerate approach to intimacy of all kinds, but he also finds it thrilling when his lover finds the more brazen side of himself. Yussa's face warms when Caleb's hands boldly find his waist again, reminding both of them how petite Yussa is compared to the man he's welcomed into this space. A coy smile appears as those hands move behind him and slide lower.
He steps closer still, leaving just enough space to continue his work. He unbuttons Caleb's trousers, keeping his gaze on the other man's face as he does. His fingers, by virtue of their task, brush against Caleb's stomach, though his shirt is still between them. Not for long, however. Beginning a the bottom, Yussa untucks Caleb's shirt and starts unbuttoning it, slowly working here.
"I am sure you'll master it quickly." Yussa likes the thought of Caleb stumbling across the spells since he so clearly neglected to mention them at all to his protégé. He'll have to ask more details when it won't risk breaking their little fantasy.
His smile turns into something more like a smirk and he lowers his gaze, seeming demure but anything but. "And since you have done your research, surely you know I rarely share either."
Like the Ruby, he can afford to be more choosey with his clients, and the cost for his time alone rules out most. Caleb had to save for quite some time to have this night, he knows. Yussa pauses unbuttoning long enough to tug loose the ribbon tied at Caleb's throat. He leaves it draped in place and finishes with the last few buttons. His fingers brush lightly over pale skin, admiring the dusting of dark red hair.
"Perhaps it would be best to sit down now, hm? I would hate to make you lose your balance as I remove your boots."
Something about Yussa's play at demurity hooks Caleb in the same way his own boldness does. Uncharacteristic, but appealing. Like the rest of this scenario, it feels just slightly to the left of reality. They are themselves, but under different circumstances. If this were real, he knows he would feel no less desire (hunger, curiosity) for Yussa than he does currently.
With his pants unbuttoned and Yussa currently working on his shirt, Caleb nods. Considering the amount of coin on the table behind him and how long it took him to earn, he understands well that Yussa is in a position that puts him beyond the reach of most who would wish to have access to him. Though it does seem that he must share one more frequently than the other.
When those soft fingers at last brush over bare skin, Caleb takes a shuddering breath.
"Ja, you are right," he agrees. Can Yussa tell how unsteady he is already? How affected he is by living this fantasy they've created?
For the first time, he takes a real look at the room itself. It is a luxurious space, as expected, and Caleb can immediately imagine a use for many of its features. For this, he moves toward the bed. Rather than making Yussa follow, he reaches for his hand and closes his own larger, rougher one around it, maintaining that connection and walking side by side. He releases him with a gentle parting squeeze when he sits at the edge of the bed, legs apart for ease of removing his boots.
Yussa offers a gracious smile when Caleb agrees with him and he accepts the offered hand. The room is peaceful, with the sound of music drifting up from the main floor of the Chateau and the sound of waves on the shore not far. He walks alongside the younger man, a moment of quiet balance before Caleb sits down and lets him go. First, he gets Caleb out of his shirt the rest of the way, draping the cloth now over a rack near the bed that seems to be there for this very purpose. Then he sinks to the floor again, effortless, and carefully removes Caleb's boots one by one.
At this angle, Caleb has a better view of the designs that continue around the back of Yussa's neck and shoulders, connected to the collar piece covering his chest. He's undressed Caleb before, but never like this. In fact, it's usually the other way around: Caleb divesting him of layer after layer to reach the prize he seeks. Now, he need only move a single robe if he wishes to see more of Yussa's body, and the robe barely hides anything as it is.
Boots set aside, Yussa moves closer between Caleb's legs, his hands sliding up along the other man's thighs.
"You'll need to lift your hips, Caleb. Or stand again." Either way, Yussa is very close to being level with Caleb's growing erection, and any movement to shift or stand will bring him closer still. "Should I remove everything?"
Better to ask than assume, he thinks. Perhaps Caleb would like to keep a layer more between them for a while, or perhaps he won't. One of the most tantalizing prospects of this evening is that Yussa doesn't really know what he can expect. With Caleb, who he trusts, he finds that thrilling.
Caleb doesn't keep his hands to himself as Yussa carefully removes his shirt, then his boots. Fully within his purview to touch as he pleases, he traces his fingers lightly along Yussa's tattoos, following one from the back of his neck to the front of his robe, where it continues beneath, his eyes bright with interest. Where else might Yussa have had this unique, intricate artwork applied to his skin?
It is quite evident (and absolutely deliberate) that doing either of the things Yussa suggests so his pants might be slid off him will bring his groin into even closer proximity to his coyly curled lips, which stirs certain ideas after the still fairly recent discovery that Yussa is happy to suck his dick after all. Part of him wants to succumb to Yussa's subtle direction, to take his hints and run with them. But he is more interested today in surprising him, and in doing things in his own time.
"Actually, I think I will keep these on for now," he decides, fingers skimming along the back of Yussa's neck again, stroking gently just into the hair at his nape to feel how soft it is. Now that he's out of the rest of his clothing, the heat doesn't feel nearly as oppressive, and he's comfortable for the moment. "It is you I would like to see more of, Yussa."
His eyes fall to the ties of his robe. He looks gorgeous in it, and it is designed to hide little, but Caleb wants access to his bare skin.
"Stand up for me, schatz, right where you are." The endearment is automatic, and he decides not to curb that affectionate part of himself, even if he might not use such words if they truly were strangers. This is about their pleasure, and it makes him happy to call Yussa his treasure. In this context, isn't it even more appropriate than usual?
Yussa doesn't allow his surprise to show, though there is a subtle pleasure there in Caleb veering away from his suggestion. He nearly closes his eyes as gentle fingers stroke into his hair, soft as down now that it's fully dry. They flash open again at the assertion that he should remove clothes, followed by the gentle but clear command.
He rises in a fluid motion; though he manages to do so without stepping back, the bells around his ankles still make a light sound with the shift of his weight. Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he plucks free the few ties holding the robe closed. The scant weight of the fabric still makes it fall open immediately, and it takes nothing but a shrug to slip it from his shoulders. It falls like liquid, pooling around his feet as it lands.
The gold chains drape over his slight curves, accentuating them, drawing attention to the softer planes of his body. With the fabric out of the way, the henna lower on his belly is clear, a continuation of the design that flows down from his chest.
The robe slides from Yussa's form, and Caleb looks at him with a brow softly knit and lips slightly parted in open, barefaced want. He has been lucky enough to see Yussa bare many times now, yet somehow this feels like the first all over again. Both the drape of the gold chains and the placement and flow of the tattoos emphasize the softness of Yussa's slender body as though inviting touch. Caleb badly wants to draw Yussa close and feel those modest curves against him.
That thought is quickly followed by another: what is stopping him?
Yussa stands just between Caleb's knees, well within reach as his arms slide around his waist to pull him closer, finding the golden chains skin-warm. At this height, Yussa's breasts are temptingly close to his face. His chin tilts up to meet the gold of the other man's eyes again.
"I am sure that you must hear all the time how desirable you are," he murmurs. "Still, I feel it would be doing you a great disservice to say nothing. You are...irresistible."
Yussa shifts closer as Caleb's arms wrap around him to pull him closer. He can't resist the urge to stroke his fingers along the younger man's jaw, feeling the scrape of short stubble.
"I enjoy hearing it," he answers, gracious and fond of this man who would pay him such compliments. He feels another pulse of arousal low in his body and he wets his golden lips. That doesn't seem to disturb the pigment.
"I'm very pleased to find that you are quite handsome, Caleb Widogast." Even if he wasn't, Yussa would be his, but... this certainly makes the effort far, far easier. And he is clearly a clever wizard if he is interested in spells that Yussa has written, if he teaches in Rexxentrum.
Instinctively Caleb presses his face into Yussa's touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savors the sensation of soft fingers sliding through his stubble. The fondness in Yussa's voice causes a soft smile to spread over his lips.
"Oh," he says, made suddenly bashful by the compliment, but still smiling. "Well, I am very pleased to please you."
A hand trails up Yussa's spine as his other arm loops tighter about his waist. Tempted by the flicker of his tongue over his gold-painted lips, Caleb leans up to kiss them. Similar to his first touch earlier, it begins gently, but becomes more confident as he sinks into it. His tongue traces Yussa's lower lip before pressing past it into the warmth of his mouth, exploring him sensually slow.
Shivers rush up his back as Caleb's hand brushes up along his spine. He leans to meet the kiss, eyes closed at the first gentle touch. But as Caleb seems to realize he has complete freedom, the kiss deepens and Yussa can't help a quiet, appreciative sound in the back of his throat. He yields to the kiss, but is not a passive participant: Caleb sets the pace, and Yussa meets his energy with ease.
His body sways closer, trying to close the scant space between them as the other man takes his time in tasting him, claiming him. It's a heady feeling and Yussa doesn't resist his own urge to stroke his fingers into Caleb's copper hair, indulging himself in feeling how soft it is. This is, perhaps, the most polished he has seen Caleb since the event in Rexxentrum that required him to dress up, though this time it's by the other wizard's choice rather than a feeling of obligation.
When the kiss breaks, Yussa cannot quite help the hiccup in his breath as they part. It doesn't appear that the kiss has smeared the gold pigment, not yet.
That soft catch in Yussa's breath stirs the low-burning heat of Caleb's arousal to a scorching, insistent flame. He gives a low, approving hum, stroking from between Yussa's shoulders all the way down to the small of his back, then over his ass again. The arm around waist remains firm, pressing Yussa flush against him when he sways closer, but not pulling him into his lap.
"Do you like to be kissed, schatz?" he murmurs, following the question by pressing their lips together again, soft and chaste. His scalp tingles from where Yussa has run his fingers through his hair. From where he sits, it is easy to turn from Yussa's mouth to his throat. He trails down the side of his neck, kisses warm and slightly prickly with stubble. He takes slow, deep breaths to indulge in the scent of Yussa's perfumed skin as he goes, scraping his teeth lightly over the edge of his clavicle, nosing gold chain out of the way where he must, then continuing down between his breasts.
With another low, contented noise rumbling from his chest, Caleb lifts his head to avoid the drape of chains over Yussa's right breast, nuzzling close again as he parts his lips to lick over a stiff dark nipple. His hold on the slighter man's waist keeps him from squirming away as Caleb lavishes attention there, soon taking it between his lips with a curl of tongue and a light tug of teeth and sucking greedily.
The hand cupping Yussa's ass slides down over the soft curve to where it meets his thigh. Long calloused fingers stretch out, feeling the radiating warmth between his thighs and slipping between them to seek more, searching for slickness and heat.
"Yes," he confesses. His eyes nearly close as Caleb's mouth teases over his throat, his neck, where he might surely feel where Yussa's pulse has quickened. He manages to keep his breathing steady as Caleb's stubble drags against his skin, but he cannot stop the goosebumps that rise across his skin as Caleb drifts lower, teasing bare skin with light touches and his warm breath. Yussa can't help another shiver when the chains slide, dragging lightly across his skin as Caleb moves them out of the way.
His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair as the other man's arm tightens around him, locking him in place, as Caleb's lips close around his nipple, greedily sucking and claiming in the way he holds and consumes Yussa's body. Heat rushes to his face and down through his body in a rush of excitement as he trusts his lover to keep him in place.
Yussa can feel a throb of heat between his legs as Caleb's hand slides lower to slip between his thighs. He finds precisely what he's looking for: Yussa is wet already, experiencing an increasing state of arousal that began before Caleb even arrived. Every moment since then has only built on that eager foundation. His other hand falls to rest on Caleb's shoulder as he he shifts to stand with his legs slightly further apart, trying to ensure Caleb as as much access as he wants. He breathes in sharply as the other man's calloused fingertips discover the tell-tale wetness just beginning to become obvious. Further exploration will surely yield more.
Familiar with Yussa's reactions, the small tells that betray how truly affected he is, every gentle shiver and flex of fingers in his hair excites him. That he is so worked up so soon makes Caleb eager to draw his lover deeper into this fantasy he seems to enjoy so much.
Yussa spreads his legs for him just enough that he can slip his fingers easily between them, meeting slick heat. He parts his folds with curious fingertips, sliding between them to feel more of that wetness. Caleb gives a low, approving hum, then a hard suck on the nipple between his lips before he releases it.
"You must, if you are already this wet," he murmurs, a slightly smug smile curling against Yussa's breast. Rubbing over the soft, silky entrance of his cunt spreads the arousal gathering there along his slit, finally stroking over the hard nub of a swollen clit.
Caleb moves to Yussa's other breast, kissing over the nipple before pulling it between his lips as well. His wet fingertips swirl teasingly light over his clit as he sucks demandingly, insatiably.
Yussa's hand tightens on Caleb's shoulder as the other man's fingers explore between his legs, finding the wetness there, the growing heat. He can hear how smug Caleb is when he finds how excited he is. A soft whine rises in the back of his throat as the other man's fingers stroke along his slit, quickly finding his the firm bud of his clit.
He has less control when Caleb's mouth catches his other nipple and his fingers stroke over his clit more directly.
"Oh, gods," he whispers, voice tight as his arm slides behind Caleb's head, encouraging the way he's sucking, the scrape of his teeth, the steady rub and tease of his fingers. He shifts closer, and, feeling bold, he slides his knee onto Caleb's thigh, opening himself further to the younger man's exploration and encouraging his touch in every way that he can.
"Can you blame me?" he asks softly, breathy. He whimpers when Caleb gives another hard suck and Yussa finds himself wondering if there will be a bruise. He doesn't mind the idea at all. "I find my client is a handsome, clever man... who appears to be very good with his hands and mouth," he murmurs. "This is an exciting discovery."
Yussa's whines, whimpers, and whispered pleas are kindling for the quickly growing blaze of Caleb's desire and his increasing confidence. The way Yussa lifts his knee to open himself up more and the praise he breathlessly bestows upon him fills Caleb's chest with warmth, a pleasure that spills easily over into pride.
His sharp blue gaze lifts to Yussa's face and his lips spread in a soft smirk as he draws back from his breast with a gentle scrape of teeth against his sensitive nipple. "Are your other clients lacking these qualities? Or do they not pleasure you so well?" he asks, a tender rasp. "That is a shame, if so. Especially after paying such a handsome price to have you."
Given space by Yussa, Caleb changes the positioning of his hand, cupping the slick heat of his sex in his palm with the heel of his hand pressed tight to his clit. His fingers curl up to explore his opening again, tracing the sensitive skin around it and rubbing over it with enough pressure to hear just how wet Yussa has become.
"Let's find out what fifty gold has bought me," he murmurs, to himself as much as to Yussa, as he presses his middle finger to the other man's entrance and slowly eases it inside. The sensation of silky wet heat pulling him in, clinging and squeezing, is immediate. As his finger sinks in past the second knuckle, Caleb curses under his breath in Zemnian with something close to reverence. "So tight," he gasps, in Common again. His finger pushes deep, curls, then rocks back to repeat the motion, rubbing with eager curiosity against soft walls. "I see why you have men clamoring to spend so much on you. Your cunt is going to be worth every copper."
"The latter," he gasps out. Yussa imagines the clients he might attract could be well-educated or well-connected, but he has known far too many who cared little for the pleasure of others. Caleb is a thrilling and generous lover, for which Yussa is grateful.
When Caleb adjusts the position of his hand, Yussa tries to hold back another whine as the other man puts steady pressure against his clit that shifts just enough to notice every time Caleb moves his fingers. The heat suffusing his cheeks deepens when Caleb manages to rub him in a way that allows them both to hear just how excited he's become. He's been more immediately aroused in Caleb's presence in times past, but gods, Yussa knows he is very quickly getting there with the fantasy they are weaving coupled with the very real way that Caleb is touching him.
Yussa breathes in sharply when an elegant finger pushes into him, exploring the cunt Caleb's purchased for himself. That thought, coupled with the way Caleb affirms it out loud, is what helps to draw a moan from Yussa as Caleb strokes deeper into him. Yussa tries to rock his hips without compromising his balance to chase either the pressure of Caleb's palm or the slick friction of his lover's - his client's - finger inside him.
Yussa's reaction is exciting and encouraging. Caleb's finger fucks in and out of him, pushing deep into his fluttering channel as his palm presses tight to tender, hot folds. He remembers the first time he felt Yussa this way, so long ago now; how amazed he was, and how aroused. There are echoes of that feeling now. Though he has been inside Yussa's body many times, this fantasy lets him experience it again as if it were the first.
"Gods, you are even more perfect than I'd imagined," he whispers, watching Yussa do all he can to ride his hand, seeming near desperate for the penetration. He has seen Yussa overwhelmed and needy, so he knows how genuine this eagerness is. But even if he hadn't, he thinks he would be able to tell that the courtesan he's bought isn't humoring him. The slick squeeze around his finger would be proof enough, anyway. "I cannot wait to spread you open on my cock."
He leaves slightly rougher, sucking kisses over Yussa's chest, returning to his nipples as his finger rubs against the soft tension of his inner walls.
"You would enjoy that, ja?" he murmurs, low and sweet. "Or perhaps I should try your ass first? Or your mouth? You are all mine until the morning, so there is no rush."
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Thankfully, he does not encounter Frau Lavorre, as her apartments occupy the third floor. But according to Yussa, he's secured the finest suite the Chateau has to offer apart from the Ruby's own. This is one room Caleb has not seen; to his knowledge, it has always been booked.
At last and almost too soon, he is there facing the door's dark, polished wood. Caleb spends a long moment lingering outside, a last-second review of the man he is supposed to be in this room today: himself, only a degree or two off from reality. Quickly, he deems his nervous excitement suitably appropriate for the role he's playing, and makes no attempt to conceal it before raising a hand and knocking in two quick, sharp raps.
It has been nearly two weeks since he has seen Yussa, and they finalized their plans for this encounter entirely via Sending. Though that wasn't intentional, it certainly does add to the mystique, and puts him firmly in the boots of a man who would pay any price to see Yussa Errenis. There is also no denying how this bit of theater they've concocted together thrills him. He has imagined this moment many times over the better part of the last week, and many other moments that may or may not occur this evening besides. Anticipation makes his heart leap within his chest.
Today, he has made every effort to look his best, as anyone would when wishing to make a favorable impression on a man long admired, whose time and attention is about to cost them a significant amount of coin. His hair is brushed to a glossy copper sheen and half tied back, pulled away from his face but hanging loose about his shoulders. There is only a few days' worth of stubble on his face, just enough to highlight the lines of his jaw and cheekbones and provide a tempting rasp against bare skin. It has been some time since Yussa has seen him without a full beard; perhaps it will lend him an air of novelty, encouraging the fiction that this is their first meeting. He wears one of his nicest outfits, purchased for work, though the dark brown wool of the trousers and jacket and the close-fitting collar of the shirt beneath are making him sweat a bit in the Nicodranas heat. He wears his book harness and component pouch openly, the leather worn but well cared for; anyone who knows an arcanist would recognize his spellbook for what it is. He even wears a touch of cologne, a subtle combination of bergamot and cedarwood that Yussa has previously encouraged him to use more often.
Their engagement is scheduled to begin at seven (Caleb knocked at seven on the dot) and last until tomorrow morning. Though a house so fine as the Lavish Chateau would certainly take care of the matter of payment in advance, so as not to sully a client's fantasy with a vulgar exchange of coin, that exchange is very much a part of the fantasy for them in this case, so they will go through the motions of it themselves. The gold Caleb carries in a purse at his belt feels disproportionately heavy. As he waits for the man he has been longing to see, he brushes his fingers over it, checking the drawstring clasp yet again. How embarrassing would it be to stand on the threshold and find that all he has saved for months to make this night possible has been pickpocketed?
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Just yesterday he spent the better part of the day having henna applied to most of his body. The designs are reminiscent of ones from Gwardan, and so not often seen in any other part of the world. He is almost certain Caleb will not have seen anything like them, even with his more extensive travels. A few hours before Caleb arrives, Yussa indulges in a long, hot bath with rosewater oil, then air-dries as he makes sure the room has everything they could need, and perhaps thing they may want. They will not be interrupted tonight, both by design and for the sake of the fantasy. He applies lotion and a hint of neroli blossom perfume at his wrists and neck. He takes time to apply his makeup, painting his eyelids and lips gold, gilding himself for the man who will claim him for the night. Before his white hair dries completely, he runs his fingers through it with some light oil to ensure it will dry in soft waves without frizzing, carefully styled but not straightened. He had it freshly trimmed at the beginning of the week to ensure it would look effortless on the day of.
That done, he dons gold chain body jewelry and covers it with a sheer robe the same color as a stormy sky, certain Caleb has not seen it before. His wardrobe is extensive enough that the task had not been too difficult. The ties at the waist serve to accentuate the shape of him beneath it. Yussa adds a few more pieces of jewelry, including delicate gold bells around his ankles; he leaves his feet bare. By the time he is finished, his heart is beating faster with anticipation as they draw close to the appointed hour. He has thought of this several times since they decided to plan it.
Rather than indulging in the flutter of eager nerves, Yussa leans against the open doorway that leads out onto a balcony. He requested that it be left open to allow the sea breeze in, and to allow him to fully enjoy the sunset. It is not so different from the views they often enjoy from Tidepeak, and that is a familiar comfort when so much of this is relatively new - and when they are supposed to be pretending that it is. Yussa takes a breath and lets it go slowly, then closes his eyes to center himself further as he waits. The person who would work in this room not only has experience to have earned it, but knows their value. The moment the coin hits the table, he will be Caleb's for the night rather than the master of a tower.
A smile quirks his lips when he hears the knock, and he has no doubt that it is exactly seven o'clock. Rather than answering it himself, however, Yussa pushes away from the balcony door and makes a gesture with his hand. The heavy door opens, revealing the man who will be Caleb's for the night standing beside a small table set with wine, fruit, and a deliberately empty space where a good deal of coin might fit.
Yussa's golden eyes are nearly amber in the lantern light and he inclines his head politely - almost demurely.
"Master Widogast," he says with a purr, his accent heavier than usual. He uses Caleb's name, knowing that someone like the Ruby would always be informed of a client's name before their arrival. "Welcome to the Lavish Chateau."
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The room seems quite nice, too, but he barely spares it a glance. Not when he is still drinking in every inch of Yussa.
"Thank you," he speaks up. The soft husk of his voice betrays a little of his jitters. "It seems a, ah--a beautiful place to live and work."
He steps into the room and closes the door carefully behind him. They are alone, and this is happening, and it seems so much more real than when they were planning it. It's exciting, nerve-wracking; Caleb couldn't have anticipated just how much this scenario would enflame his desire.
"It is an honor to meet you, Herr Yussa." He steadies his voice with some effort as he meets the other man's eyes. "Please, call me Caleb."
Feeling distinctly overdressed now, especially as his boots fall heavy on the stone floor compared to Yussa's bare feet, he crosses the space between them until he too is standing beside the table, barely an arm's length apart. The empty space on it is...conspicuous.
"Forgive me if it is impolite or ignorant to broach the subject directly," he says, softly apologetic, "but this is new to me, this...exchange. I was informed of a price by the house, but I wished to confirm with you directly to ensure that it is accurate." He wants to make sure Yussa gets what he's owed, after all.
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"Caleb," he repeats, as if tasting the name for the first time. When Caleb is close enough, Yussa catches the faint scent of his cologne and all he wants to do is move closer still to truly enjoy it. That will come soon enough; for now, Caleb has brought up the matter of coin.
"What the house told you is correct," he answers, his voice smooth and soft. "Fifty gold, and I am yours."
Yussa knows well that it's a high cost, especially for a man who lives modesty, but that is part is part of the point. A night with him should cost dearly in a place like this. And he certainly will not be taking the fifty gold come morning, so Caleb will leave with it the same as he arrived. The cost also reflects the privilege it will grant Caleb.
He gestures delicately to the table beside them, a clear indication of where Caleb should leave his coin. Having it near the entrance to the room is also deliberate on Yussa's part: they will soon step past it, and after that the room, and Yussa, will belong to Caleb until morning.
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"Sehr gut," he murmurs. "That is what I have prepared."
As he opens the pouch carrying his coin and begins to transfer it neatly to the table--three platinum, and the rest in gold--he glances to Yussa, unsubtly looking him over again as the corner of his mouth quirks up in a bemused little smile.
"I am not a wealthy man," he reveals--distinctive, when the Chateau's patrons typically are. "So it has taken me months to save enough to afford you." It's clear that thrills him. The cost is steep. Attaining Yussa is a lofty goal--something to aspire to, to be treasured. Something that is not for everyone. But he is one of the lucky few to earn a night with this man.
There is his price on the table: fifty gold. Yussa is his.
"Having been an...admirer for some time, I have no doubt that you are worth this and more," he confesses, earnest, yet with a clear undertone of longing, of want. "May I touch you?"
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In this fantasy of theirs, he finds that more thrilling than he should. Yussa finds himself aching to know what it will feel like to have all of that fully focused on him. And he will find out.
Yussa's expression shifts, warmer and more open as he steps away from the table, further into the room. This is the first time he's moved since Caleb entered the room, and it brings with it the delicate sound of the little bells around his ankles. This close, Caleb can get a better idea of an extent of the tattoos: his hands and forearms, his chest, his legs from the knees down. Caleb will have ample opportunity to discover the rest on his back, belly, and thighs.
"You may do more than touch me, Caleb," he murmurs. Yussa stills, poised and yet somehow more approachable than he'd been just a moment ago. A coy smile flickers to life. "But yes. You may."
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"Admittedly, that is what I was hoping for," Caleb flirts back, following until he's standing close again, this time pressed nearly chest to chest, demonstrating just how petite the elven man is in comparison. With bated breath, he slowly lifts a hand and places it lightly on the dip of Yussa's waist, as though needing to confirm for himself that now that he has paid, he is actually allowed to touch. After a moment, his grip becomes firmer, more certain. The fabric of Yussa's robe is so soft and light it feels like water, and his skin is warm beneath it. He rubs his thumb back and forth against his belly just above his hip bone.
"I am afraid I am not dressed for the weather at all. Help me out of these heavy clothes?" he requests with a smile somewhere between bashful and thrilled, meeting Yussa's entrancing golden eyes again. "My accent probably makes it obvious, but I have come all the way from Rexxentrum. Via teleportation, but still."
The jacket, book holster, boots, belt, trousers, and component pouch at least should be removed just for him to feel like he's not sweating through his clothes. And he very much wants to see Yussa's elegant hands, his slender fingers, do the work of divesting him of these things.
"I have heard that you are an arcanist also?" he continues carefully. "If I am honest, that is part of what made me interested in you. I, ah...did a little digging, and discovered that not only Storm Sphere, but the Investiture spells are attributed to an elven wizard residing in Nicodranas called Yussa Errenis." His brows lift for emphasis. "Assuming that is not a coincidence, you are brilliant. I am a transmutationist myself, and Investiture is such a seamless and elegant blending of self-alteration with evocation that--"
As if hearing himself for the first time, Caleb cuts himself off before he can finish that thought, and grimaces apologetically.
"Ah. I tried to tell myself not to bombard you with this right away, but it seems I could not help it."
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"I have not been to the Empire in a long time," he admits when Caleb mentions his accent and the city he's come from. Deftly, Yussa begins with the book harness. The leather is well-worn and cared for, which makes it easy to manipulate. He keeps his fingertips on Caleb's shoulder as he circles behind the other man and then reaches up again to slide the harness off. He doesn't discard it on the floor, instead leaving it on a bench. The jacket comes next, if only to give Caleb some immediate relief from that layer. Then he circles around again for the component pouch. It doesn't require him to kneel, but he does so anyway.
His hands still at the mention of his spells and he peers up at Caleb, golden eyes vibrant in the warm light. Yussa doesn't recall now if he ever brought up that he is the author of such spells, though he supposes a transmutation wizard might run into the Investiture spells if they were interested in such things. Caleb is the sort of transmutation wizard who would be interested in such things. Hm. Oversight on his part - he could have taught his lover these spells long ago.
"It is not often I have guests who have done their homework," he says mildly as he resumes removing the component pouch. He sets it aside to join the holster on the bench.
While he is down there, Yussa runs his hands down along each of Caleb's legs to ensure his boots are loose enough to remove, though he does not do so just yet. Yussa rises in a smooth motion, accentuated by the movement of the robe, and turns his attention to Caleb's belt.
"Have you learned these spells?"
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"Not as of yet. I was able to look over them for the first time recently. I am a teacher," he explains, "so my schedule can be busy at times, and my reserves for higher level casting are often depleted by the end of a day of classes."
It is impossible not to be distracted by Yussa's hands on him, removing his layers, and then--gods--kneeling at his feet. The leather strap that secures his component pouch around his thigh is undone with an arcanist's deft touch before Yussa rises.
The more he feels Yussa's touch, even through his clothes, the more heat gathers low between his hips. His cock has already begun to fill out, not yet evident beneath his trousers, but at this rate it won't be long before it is. Watching Yussa open his belt for him is almost more erotic than he can stand. He reaches for his waist again, this time framing it with both hands. Then, so boldly it makes him flush, his hands slide around him and down over the small of his back to rest decisively on the softer, rounder shape of his ass.
Taking such liberties is against his nature, but that makes it all the more exhilarating. The circumstances they've constructed here give him specific permission to act brazenly in a way he normally wouldn't. The freedom to just take what he wants without second-guessing leaves him light-headed.
"Investiture of Flame is my top priority, though, when I am able to devote resources to my own work," he says somewhat breathlessly. He looks from Yussa's gold-painted eyes to his gold-painted mouth, then down the rest of his form again. "With such a mind and such a body, it is no wonder you are so sought after," he murmurs with something like amazement. "Though either one would be enough on its own, I think."
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He steps closer still, leaving just enough space to continue his work. He unbuttons Caleb's trousers, keeping his gaze on the other man's face as he does. His fingers, by virtue of their task, brush against Caleb's stomach, though his shirt is still between them. Not for long, however. Beginning a the bottom, Yussa untucks Caleb's shirt and starts unbuttoning it, slowly working here.
"I am sure you'll master it quickly." Yussa likes the thought of Caleb stumbling across the spells since he so clearly neglected to mention them at all to his protégé. He'll have to ask more details when it won't risk breaking their little fantasy.
His smile turns into something more like a smirk and he lowers his gaze, seeming demure but anything but. "And since you have done your research, surely you know I rarely share either."
Like the Ruby, he can afford to be more choosey with his clients, and the cost for his time alone rules out most. Caleb had to save for quite some time to have this night, he knows. Yussa pauses unbuttoning long enough to tug loose the ribbon tied at Caleb's throat. He leaves it draped in place and finishes with the last few buttons. His fingers brush lightly over pale skin, admiring the dusting of dark red hair.
"Perhaps it would be best to sit down now, hm? I would hate to make you lose your balance as I remove your boots."
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With his pants unbuttoned and Yussa currently working on his shirt, Caleb nods. Considering the amount of coin on the table behind him and how long it took him to earn, he understands well that Yussa is in a position that puts him beyond the reach of most who would wish to have access to him. Though it does seem that he must share one more frequently than the other.
When those soft fingers at last brush over bare skin, Caleb takes a shuddering breath.
"Ja, you are right," he agrees. Can Yussa tell how unsteady he is already? How affected he is by living this fantasy they've created?
For the first time, he takes a real look at the room itself. It is a luxurious space, as expected, and Caleb can immediately imagine a use for many of its features. For this, he moves toward the bed. Rather than making Yussa follow, he reaches for his hand and closes his own larger, rougher one around it, maintaining that connection and walking side by side. He releases him with a gentle parting squeeze when he sits at the edge of the bed, legs apart for ease of removing his boots.
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At this angle, Caleb has a better view of the designs that continue around the back of Yussa's neck and shoulders, connected to the collar piece covering his chest. He's undressed Caleb before, but never like this. In fact, it's usually the other way around: Caleb divesting him of layer after layer to reach the prize he seeks. Now, he need only move a single robe if he wishes to see more of Yussa's body, and the robe barely hides anything as it is.
Boots set aside, Yussa moves closer between Caleb's legs, his hands sliding up along the other man's thighs.
"You'll need to lift your hips, Caleb. Or stand again." Either way, Yussa is very close to being level with Caleb's growing erection, and any movement to shift or stand will bring him closer still. "Should I remove everything?"
Better to ask than assume, he thinks. Perhaps Caleb would like to keep a layer more between them for a while, or perhaps he won't. One of the most tantalizing prospects of this evening is that Yussa doesn't really know what he can expect. With Caleb, who he trusts, he finds that thrilling.
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It is quite evident (and absolutely deliberate) that doing either of the things Yussa suggests so his pants might be slid off him will bring his groin into even closer proximity to his coyly curled lips, which stirs certain ideas after the still fairly recent discovery that Yussa is happy to suck his dick after all. Part of him wants to succumb to Yussa's subtle direction, to take his hints and run with them. But he is more interested today in surprising him, and in doing things in his own time.
"Actually, I think I will keep these on for now," he decides, fingers skimming along the back of Yussa's neck again, stroking gently just into the hair at his nape to feel how soft it is. Now that he's out of the rest of his clothing, the heat doesn't feel nearly as oppressive, and he's comfortable for the moment. "It is you I would like to see more of, Yussa."
His eyes fall to the ties of his robe. He looks gorgeous in it, and it is designed to hide little, but Caleb wants access to his bare skin.
"Stand up for me, schatz, right where you are." The endearment is automatic, and he decides not to curb that affectionate part of himself, even if he might not use such words if they truly were strangers. This is about their pleasure, and it makes him happy to call Yussa his treasure. In this context, isn't it even more appropriate than usual?
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He rises in a fluid motion; though he manages to do so without stepping back, the bells around his ankles still make a light sound with the shift of his weight. Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he plucks free the few ties holding the robe closed. The scant weight of the fabric still makes it fall open immediately, and it takes nothing but a shrug to slip it from his shoulders. It falls like liquid, pooling around his feet as it lands.
The gold chains drape over his slight curves, accentuating them, drawing attention to the softer planes of his body. With the fabric out of the way, the henna lower on his belly is clear, a continuation of the design that flows down from his chest.
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That thought is quickly followed by another: what is stopping him?
Yussa stands just between Caleb's knees, well within reach as his arms slide around his waist to pull him closer, finding the golden chains skin-warm. At this height, Yussa's breasts are temptingly close to his face. His chin tilts up to meet the gold of the other man's eyes again.
"I am sure that you must hear all the time how desirable you are," he murmurs. "Still, I feel it would be doing you a great disservice to say nothing. You are...irresistible."
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"I enjoy hearing it," he answers, gracious and fond of this man who would pay him such compliments. He feels another pulse of arousal low in his body and he wets his golden lips. That doesn't seem to disturb the pigment.
"I'm very pleased to find that you are quite handsome, Caleb Widogast." Even if he wasn't, Yussa would be his, but... this certainly makes the effort far, far easier. And he is clearly a clever wizard if he is interested in spells that Yussa has written, if he teaches in Rexxentrum.
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"Oh," he says, made suddenly bashful by the compliment, but still smiling. "Well, I am very pleased to please you."
A hand trails up Yussa's spine as his other arm loops tighter about his waist. Tempted by the flicker of his tongue over his gold-painted lips, Caleb leans up to kiss them. Similar to his first touch earlier, it begins gently, but becomes more confident as he sinks into it. His tongue traces Yussa's lower lip before pressing past it into the warmth of his mouth, exploring him sensually slow.
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His body sways closer, trying to close the scant space between them as the other man takes his time in tasting him, claiming him. It's a heady feeling and Yussa doesn't resist his own urge to stroke his fingers into Caleb's copper hair, indulging himself in feeling how soft it is. This is, perhaps, the most polished he has seen Caleb since the event in Rexxentrum that required him to dress up, though this time it's by the other wizard's choice rather than a feeling of obligation.
When the kiss breaks, Yussa cannot quite help the hiccup in his breath as they part. It doesn't appear that the kiss has smeared the gold pigment, not yet.
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"Do you like to be kissed, schatz?" he murmurs, following the question by pressing their lips together again, soft and chaste. His scalp tingles from where Yussa has run his fingers through his hair. From where he sits, it is easy to turn from Yussa's mouth to his throat. He trails down the side of his neck, kisses warm and slightly prickly with stubble. He takes slow, deep breaths to indulge in the scent of Yussa's perfumed skin as he goes, scraping his teeth lightly over the edge of his clavicle, nosing gold chain out of the way where he must, then continuing down between his breasts.
With another low, contented noise rumbling from his chest, Caleb lifts his head to avoid the drape of chains over Yussa's right breast, nuzzling close again as he parts his lips to lick over a stiff dark nipple. His hold on the slighter man's waist keeps him from squirming away as Caleb lavishes attention there, soon taking it between his lips with a curl of tongue and a light tug of teeth and sucking greedily.
The hand cupping Yussa's ass slides down over the soft curve to where it meets his thigh. Long calloused fingers stretch out, feeling the radiating warmth between his thighs and slipping between them to seek more, searching for slickness and heat.
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His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair as the other man's arm tightens around him, locking him in place, as Caleb's lips close around his nipple, greedily sucking and claiming in the way he holds and consumes Yussa's body. Heat rushes to his face and down through his body in a rush of excitement as he trusts his lover to keep him in place.
Yussa can feel a throb of heat between his legs as Caleb's hand slides lower to slip between his thighs. He finds precisely what he's looking for: Yussa is wet already, experiencing an increasing state of arousal that began before Caleb even arrived. Every moment since then has only built on that eager foundation. His other hand falls to rest on Caleb's shoulder as he he shifts to stand with his legs slightly further apart, trying to ensure Caleb as as much access as he wants. He breathes in sharply as the other man's calloused fingertips discover the tell-tale wetness just beginning to become obvious. Further exploration will surely yield more.
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Yussa spreads his legs for him just enough that he can slip his fingers easily between them, meeting slick heat. He parts his folds with curious fingertips, sliding between them to feel more of that wetness. Caleb gives a low, approving hum, then a hard suck on the nipple between his lips before he releases it.
"You must, if you are already this wet," he murmurs, a slightly smug smile curling against Yussa's breast. Rubbing over the soft, silky entrance of his cunt spreads the arousal gathering there along his slit, finally stroking over the hard nub of a swollen clit.
Caleb moves to Yussa's other breast, kissing over the nipple before pulling it between his lips as well. His wet fingertips swirl teasingly light over his clit as he sucks demandingly, insatiably.
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He has less control when Caleb's mouth catches his other nipple and his fingers stroke over his clit more directly.
"Oh, gods," he whispers, voice tight as his arm slides behind Caleb's head, encouraging the way he's sucking, the scrape of his teeth, the steady rub and tease of his fingers. He shifts closer, and, feeling bold, he slides his knee onto Caleb's thigh, opening himself further to the younger man's exploration and encouraging his touch in every way that he can.
"Can you blame me?" he asks softly, breathy. He whimpers when Caleb gives another hard suck and Yussa finds himself wondering if there will be a bruise. He doesn't mind the idea at all. "I find my client is a handsome, clever man... who appears to be very good with his hands and mouth," he murmurs. "This is an exciting discovery."
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His sharp blue gaze lifts to Yussa's face and his lips spread in a soft smirk as he draws back from his breast with a gentle scrape of teeth against his sensitive nipple. "Are your other clients lacking these qualities? Or do they not pleasure you so well?" he asks, a tender rasp. "That is a shame, if so. Especially after paying such a handsome price to have you."
Given space by Yussa, Caleb changes the positioning of his hand, cupping the slick heat of his sex in his palm with the heel of his hand pressed tight to his clit. His fingers curl up to explore his opening again, tracing the sensitive skin around it and rubbing over it with enough pressure to hear just how wet Yussa has become.
"Let's find out what fifty gold has bought me," he murmurs, to himself as much as to Yussa, as he presses his middle finger to the other man's entrance and slowly eases it inside. The sensation of silky wet heat pulling him in, clinging and squeezing, is immediate. As his finger sinks in past the second knuckle, Caleb curses under his breath in Zemnian with something close to reverence. "So tight," he gasps, in Common again. His finger pushes deep, curls, then rocks back to repeat the motion, rubbing with eager curiosity against soft walls. "I see why you have men clamoring to spend so much on you. Your cunt is going to be worth every copper."
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When Caleb adjusts the position of his hand, Yussa tries to hold back another whine as the other man puts steady pressure against his clit that shifts just enough to notice every time Caleb moves his fingers. The heat suffusing his cheeks deepens when Caleb manages to rub him in a way that allows them both to hear just how excited he's become. He's been more immediately aroused in Caleb's presence in times past, but gods, Yussa knows he is very quickly getting there with the fantasy they are weaving coupled with the very real way that Caleb is touching him.
Yussa breathes in sharply when an elegant finger pushes into him, exploring the cunt Caleb's purchased for himself. That thought, coupled with the way Caleb affirms it out loud, is what helps to draw a moan from Yussa as Caleb strokes deeper into him. Yussa tries to rock his hips without compromising his balance to chase either the pressure of Caleb's palm or the slick friction of his lover's - his client's - finger inside him.
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"Gods, you are even more perfect than I'd imagined," he whispers, watching Yussa do all he can to ride his hand, seeming near desperate for the penetration. He has seen Yussa overwhelmed and needy, so he knows how genuine this eagerness is. But even if he hadn't, he thinks he would be able to tell that the courtesan he's bought isn't humoring him. The slick squeeze around his finger would be proof enough, anyway. "I cannot wait to spread you open on my cock."
He leaves slightly rougher, sucking kisses over Yussa's chest, returning to his nipples as his finger rubs against the soft tension of his inner walls.
"You would enjoy that, ja?" he murmurs, low and sweet. "Or perhaps I should try your ass first? Or your mouth? You are all mine until the morning, so there is no rush."
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