Caleb gives a low hum in agreement when Yussa points out that he's already been very accommodating. There is a shameful little thrill at his acknowledgement that it would still be a stretch to take him, but this is nothing new; Caleb discovered very quickly after they became intimate that their slight difference in size was unexpectedly intriguing to him.
"I do. For months now," he answers. His fingers stir slick circles over his entrance, and he can't resist curling two up and in. They slide deep with exhilarating ease, and his breath catches in his chest before he speaks again. "I have fucked my fist more times than I can recall wishing that it was your cunt. So forgive me if I am a little, ah--overly eager."
His lips brush Yussa's again briefly before diverting to his ear as his fingers stroke against the tight softness of his walls. His teeth catch the lobe lightly as he noses against the side of his neck. The perfume he has decided on today is different from any he usually wears, which is an interesting and thoughtful touch. It lends a touch of the unfamiliar to a body he knows very well, which makes this feel new.
"A stretch, still?" he murmurs, low and rough, hot breath over the shell of his lover's elegantly pointed ear.
His fingers tighten against Caleb's shoulder as the other man's fingers push into him with more ease than Yussa anticipated. The thought of Caleb getting himself off while dreaming of this for the last few weeks sends another jolt of excitement straight through him.
Yussa bows his head and rocks his hips back to meet the thrust of Caleb's fingers. His eyes are nearly closed as the other man's lips brush against his ear, teeth scraping the soft lobe. His cunt flutters around Caleb's fingers when his breath teases against his skin.
"A little," he breathes. In truth, his body is far more yielding than it was when Caleb arrived. "But nothing... uncomfortable."
If Caleb fucked him now, he would certainly feel it as more of a stretch, but given how aroused he is Yussa doesn't think it will actually be a hardship. There is nothing that makes him think it would pain him to do so. He hasn't exactly been idle in the last few weeks either.
"I must admit," he murmurs, lips near Caleb's cheek, "that I find your enthusiasm exciting."
It is one thing to be desired; it is another thing entirely to feel like a prize. Caleb, in all his preparation, is making it clear that is exactly what Yussa is to him tonight. Something he has earned for himself.
Yussa's verdict sounds to him like permission to go forward with what he wants. If it was likely to approach uncomfortable, he trusts that he would not encourage it, no matter what sort of games they are playing. The fluttering around his fingers is encouraging, too.
"I guessed as much," Caleb says with a grin, hidden against the perfumed skin behind Yussa's ear. "And I will admit that tonight has become...something beyond an ordinary goal for me. A bit of an obsession. But that is what you are due, I think. Any man who would treat you as less than extraordinary is a fool."
His fingers rock up and draw back in a shallow thrust, and he briefly considers adding a third, but decides against it. Greedily, he wants to feel Yussa take him just like this.
"If I want you on your back, will these be uncomfortable for you?" His free hand plucks at a gold chain draped over the modest flare of a slender hip, then slips beneath to feel the warm skin directly, self-indulgent.
"And you are not a fool." Yussa says it with warm approval and strokes his fingers along Caleb's cheek, feeling the rasp of the stubble that provides attractive shadowing to his face.
"No," he assures softly, his face warming more with all the question implies. "The metal is soft, the chains are fine... it won't be uncomfortable to lay on them. I will keep them on or remove them at your pleasure."
Yussa chose his things carefully, especially anything he might end up wearing for a long period of time. The chains he wears are exactly as he said: delicate enough not to hurt if he lays on them, strong enough that he is certain they won't break if they are put under any strain.
He leans down to give Caleb a firm kiss.
"You may have me how you want me, Caleb Widogast."
Caleb's heart skips in his chest, elated by this man's purring praise. They barely know one another (this version of them, anyway), yet Yussa's approval means so much. Though he is the one paying to be impressed, he wants to impress him in return. He wants to be remembered when Yussa is with other men in this bed. He wants the impression he makes to linger.
The embers of his denied orgasm smolder in his belly, easily stirred up again by Yussa's words and his confident kisses.
"Then I will have you on your back," Caleb whispers roughly between them. "With your legs spread and your knees over my shoulders. I hope you are flexible, schatz."
This last bit is said with a lopsided grin and a playful nip to Yussa's already swollen lower lip before he kisses him, tasting himself again on his lover's tongue and coaxing it into his own mouth. He does release him eventually, reluctantly, so that he can move and position himself in the way he's instructed.
"I want you to show me," he rasps, "what all of my hard work has earned." The rush of power he feels goes straight to his cock.
Even with all of his experience, Yussa's face burns with Caleb's instructions, but he isn't allowed to fulfill them just yet. Yussa's hand slides along the younger man's cheek as he's taken in another kiss. Caleb's tongue fills his mouth and he cannot help the whine that rises in his throat. He would keep kissing for hours, but Caleb does not have that kind of time.
Yussa takes a deeper breath when they apart and he feels another shiver of warmth with the assertion that Caleb has earned everything he takes tonight. He eases back on the bed, moving effortlessly until he's in a position he finds comfortable. Not so close to the headboard that he risks hitting it with any vigorous use, but close enough that he or Caleb could grab it should they choose to.
He lays back, golden gaze unwavering on Caleb as he spreads his thighs. His cunt is flushed and slick for the man who's given him so much attention. The henna on the back of his thighs seems to frame him even like this. Yussa lets his fingers tease over his entrance before spreading them, if only to show Caleb just how ready he is thanks to his hard work. He feels a throb of arousal in response to being looked at like this - it feels lewd, obscene, and he is enjoying every second of it.
His breath is shallow in his chest as he watches Yussa follow his instructions, his brown skin flushed as he spreads his beautifully inked thighs for Caleb to see just how wet he is. Gods. Caleb wastes no time--he couldn't stay away if he tried. He rolls up onto his knees and crowds between the other man's splayed legs, pushing them further apart.
"Perfect. You are absolutely perfect," he husks, utterly captured by the vision laid out beneath him.
He slides a hand beneath one of Yussa's knees, pulling it up toward his own shoulder and angling it up and out to give him more space. His other hand goes to his own cock, stroking from base to tip as he guides the ruddy, leaking head to rub along his slit, gliding up and down through slick folds.
"Do you want this?" The tip glances over his entrance again and again, and Caleb watches himself throb in his hand. "You look like you are aching to be fucked."
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb moves toward him, faster than he's expecting. His leg slides over Caleb's arm as the other man rubs his cock against his slit, teasing him with the heat of it. He's aching for it as much as Caleb is, of that he's certain, and every sliding stroke makes him want to move closer. He can't quite with the way he's pinned, not effectively. So instead, Yussa moves his fingers enough that they can brush over Caleb's cock, spreading his own slickness there.
"Yes," he answers, soft and breathless. He reminds himself of their game and whispers, "Please, Caleb. You left me feeling so empty."
He isn't inclined to beg, and though this is not the first time, he hopes it's rare enough to make it special. Yussa can feel the useless contraction of muscles inside him, his body seeking more as Caleb teases against his entrance.
It would be special even if it wasn't so rare. But because it is, the way Yussa says please, begging him for his cock, is absolutely irresistible. Any fortitude Caleb might have had to tease him a little longer fades in an instant. Yussa's wet fingers coat his length with his own slick as he rocks against him, and Caleb sucks in a harsh, sharp breath.
"Then I will fill you again," he murmurs, and puts force behind the next roll of his hips. He allows Yussa's fingers to line him up and watches as his entrance stretches around the thicker head of his cock. The slick walls and clenching muscle within pull him slowly deeper until the first inch disappears inside Yussa's cunt. It is all Caleb can do not to pound the rest in after it, not to lose himself completely in the incredibly tight heat enveloping him. He curses in a wavering moan and arcs his body forward until he is bowed over Yussa, one hand braced on the headboard above his head while the other holds his thigh just beneath his knee.
He has to go slowly. Though Yussa is soaked and open with arousal enough that he can fit inside him, it is a near thing. By choice, he hadn't stretched him as thoroughly as he might normally, which has consequences and benefits. On one hand, he has to fuck into him in short, carefully controlled thrusts, rocking out and back in to inch a little deeper each time. On the other, it feels fucking incredible. Yussa's cunt clings to him and stretches for him like this man was made to take his cock.
Head dropping between his shoulders, Caleb presses his brow to Yussa's, vision blurring in close proximity. He doesn't seek to kiss him because he is panting for breath, wordless and already trying to will himself not to come. Though he's been taken to the edge once already, that would still be an embarrassment after all of his talk.
Yussa can't help a moan as Caleb finally pushes into him. He takes it slow, which Yussa is grateful for, but gods he still feels the stretch as his lover's cock moves in and out of him, sinking a bit deeper each time. Still, he is aroused enough that his body yields and so rather than an ache he just feels full.
His thigh is tense against Caleb's hand and he moans louder when he finally bottoms out. Yussa's head lolls back and he his cunt flutters and squeezes around the other man. His other leg moves, pressing against Caleb's side as if he can trap him where he is. They've rushed this before, but tonight it's entirely deliberate for the sake of this feeling and it's utterly worth it.
"Oh, gods," he gasps out. He's quite certain neither of them are capable of a proper kiss right now but he reaches up to pull Caleb into one anyway, brief and uncoordinated. One hand drops between them and his fingers tremble as the brush over his clit. That makes his hips jump and he hiccups a breath.
"Caleb--don't stop, please--" He's sure that is the farthest thing from Caleb's mind, but it can't hurt to reassure him all the same.
The kiss is messy and perfect, a desperate slide of wet lips and hot, gasping breaths that ends as quickly as it began. The heat beneath Caleb's skin is an inferno, but the burn is sweet. It licks at the base of his spine, spreading thickly down through his thighs and his balls and his hard, leaking cock.
If they are in a hurry, sometimes they skip a few steps and Caleb is treated to the uniquely delicious sensation of really fucking Yussa open on his cock, feeling his walls spread with each slow, deliberate thrust. But tonight they had time, and still they chose this instead. Caleb's head spins with the implications of that, making a deliberate choice to have Yussa this way, being granted the authority to suggest it in the first place.
Yussa is a vision of his deepest desires made real, beautiful and erotic and wanton beyond belief. His well-fucked mouth gasps, hiccups, breathlessly pleads, his dark, wild eyes are losing focus, and his shaking fingers stroke over his swollen clit, so sensitive that his slender body jolts up and Caleb sinks deep inside him, faster and harder than he expected. He can't bite back a groan, eyes fluttering and hand gripping harder at both the headboard and Yussa's thigh. His hips pull back and sink down again, hilting in his lover's fluttering passage.
"Gods, that's it, keep touching yourself for me," he urges, low and breathy, blue eyes burning into the stunning man shamelessly spread out beneath him. "You needy little thing--you feel so fucking good," he pants. He feels insatiable; he feels like he'll come at any moment. He feels beside himself with want. "You cannot help yourself, can you? You wanted this. You love how my cock stretches your tight cunt."
He speaks in a gravelly growl just above a whisper as his deep, grinding thrusts begin to gain force and speed, finally more like fucking than careful exploration.
Yussa's other arm moves above his head to press against the headboard, trying to brace himself as Caleb grinds into him. The best part of moments like this is Caleb giving himself permission to let go: so often it leads to delicious filth. And this is no exception.
At first he can't say anything. His eyebrows pinch together in an expression that would suggest distress if not for how good this feels. His hand is trembling as he strokes over his clit again and his cunt immediately bears down around Caleb on his next deep thrust. Every breath is edged with a moan as Caleb pushes deep again, and again, gaining speed and force until it becomes clear that Yussa may not be able to articulately respond at all.
His lover is hot and heavy above him, he can feel the firm grip on the back of his thigh pressing his leg out of the way, keeping him obscenely spread. The sound of their bodies moving together, the sound of skin against skin as Caleb fucks him with even less restraint.
"I--it's so much--" Yussa's instinct is to make himself come. Perhaps any other day, he might. But he meant it when he said he is Caleb's until dawn, and he won't finish himself without his patron asking for it and so he tries to moderate the way he touches himself. The chains slide against his skin with every thrust, adding an extra layer of sensation; on his back, they no longer cover his breasts quite so much, but serve to frame them as much as his tattoos.
Caleb sees what is happening. Yussa's fingers move over his clit, but just enough to make him clench down--which feels unbearably good--not enough to make himself come. He is waiting for Caleb's permission. Has that ever happened before? Has Yussa withheld his own pleasure based on Caleb's control? He doesn't think so.
"Gods, yes. Worth every copper," he mutters just over the obscene wet noise of their fucking. He lifts his head enough to look at the man splayed beneath him, at his flushed and gasping face and the slippery, swollen place they are joined, where Caleb's cock sinks into him again and again as he takes him harder, faster.
Tension unwinds and tightens low in his stomach, warning him of how close he is to reaching the peak he'd denied himself before. He hoists Yussa's knee higher onto his shoulder and uses his free hand to give a sharp pat over his stiff clit--once, twice, for the way it makes the other man's cunt tighten up around him. "Go on," he encourages, "you are so close already. Let me feel you come."
The way both chains and ink frame Yussa's pert breasts is too tempting; Caleb can't help putting his mouth on them again, kissing along the gentle curve and sucking at hard nipples. He can see hints of bruising already from his rough attentions earlier, and thrills at the thought of this man wearing his marks for any amount of time. Surely a potion will get rid of them before his next patron can see, but Caleb imagines him looking in the mirror tomorrow after he has gone, tracing his fingers over his own chest and feeling the bruises ache beneath his touch.
The sharp pats over his clit draw a startled cry from Yussa, who cannot quite recall a time when Caleb has done that. His body jumps from the percussive pressure and his cunt throbs around the other man's cock.
Given his instructions, his permission, Yussa's fingers rub steadily over and around his clit. That makes him tremble, the tension winding low in his body as Caleb gives renewed attention to his breasts. He's seen bruises in the shape of his lover's mouth before and somehow, now, the thought that anyone else might see them is a delirious pleasure. Of course he should have them healed before his next patron - but what if he didn't?
"Please--please--" The words fall from his lips and Yussa is not even sure what he's begging for. It doesn't really matter, he will take what Caleb gives him, and that is a thought that only drives him closer to his peak.
His breath comes faster and the heat he feels between them is almost unbearable when he finally pushes himself to come. Yussa cries out, shaking as he comes. His thighs tense where they are against Caleb's shoulder and his side, everything in him trying to draw this pleasure inward as Caleb fucks him through it. It's almost too much given the younger man's driving pace, but that only serves to unmoor Yussa further, sweeping him up in the rush of his release. The constant friction drags it out, until his breathing is ragged.
The pace of Caleb's demanding thrusts falters with Yussa's gasped pleas, with the way his cunt bears down and tightens. He gives a ragged moan, swept up by Yussa's pleasure, by his own. He fucks him for as long as he can, savoring the twitching and trembling of his body as he makes himself come. The tension in his own body rises fast on the heels of Yussa's orgasm, and Caleb sees no reason to delay it again. His lips leaves the other man's breasts to kiss him soundly on his panting mouth as he drives down into him with unrestrained need.
Heat prickles down his spine, his balls tighten, and his vision narrows to a dizzying focus on Yussa beneath him as all else fades. The narrow space between them is filled with their ragged breaths and the lewd noise of Caleb burying his cock deep into his lover's wet cunt again and again. His pleasure spikes, and he knows he is past the point of no return.
Surely Yussa must permit his clients to spill inside? Who could resist? But what if he doesn't? He has a vague thought of pulling out, of coming on his belly, his breasts, his face--but even as he wonders, it is already too late. He comes hard, his hips snapping forward to bottom out, cock pulsing deep within the perfect fluttering heat of Yussa's cunt.
His hips continue to rock as he spills, burying his face in the crook of Yussa's neck and muffling a low groan against his perfumed skin. Gods, this man--he knows with a terrible certainty that he'll spend any amount of coin to see him again.
Yussa's hand leaves his clit and grabs Caleb's arm as the other man leans over him, kisses him hard even as they both struggle to breathe. His body is bent in half and the entire world narrows to what is between them. He cannot stop the way his voice rises and a ragged moan drags from him as Caleb fucks him with rising intensity. Every thrust pushes him deep and it's almost too much, but Yussa doesn't want him to stop.
He doesn't think to urge Caleb to pull out - why would he? His body is this man's, he's paid for this privilege, and he should be allowed to finish where he will. Yussa tips his head back, attempting to find some relief from the heat between them as Caleb buries himself, face pressed to his neck. He shudders in the other man's arms and another wave of tension rolls through him as Caleb fills him.
His other hand slides up to stroke into Caleb's hair, holding it back from his brow as they tremble together in the aftermath of their release. Yussa's panting hard, chest heaving gently beneath Caleb as a heavy warmth spreads through him. His fingers brush along Caleb's scalp in a lazy caress, offering reassuring affection.
As the potent high of his orgasm ebbs, Caleb takes comfort in Yussa's hand stroking through his hair and the raw, quiet tenderness between them as they both return to their panting, sweating, trembling bodies in the wake of sharing such intense pleasure. He kisses Yussa's neck before shakily pushing himself up just enough to let the smaller man's legs down so he isn't folded completely in half.
He looks gorgeous like this, tattooed and draped in gold, but now flushed and well-fucked, his immaculate presentation debauched in a way that makes him even more irresistible. With a low moan, Caleb captures his lips again, kissing him deeply for as long as he can while they are both still catching their breath. But then he does it again, and again, pressing Yussa to the pillows behind him and running his hands over his body, content to keep his cock warm in his still fluttering cunt as they kiss.
Gods, he could do this for hours. There is something especially indulgent about sharing languid kisses and slow caresses while still joined, especially after sex vigorous enough to leave his muscles aching.
Eventually he does ease his hips back enough that his soft cock slips free with a wet noise. His tongue licks into Yussa's mouth as if to make up for it before their lips part as well. Caleb vaguely wonders if he'll be asked to clean up his mess--an old favorite--but he doesn't think Yussa the courtesan would make such a request of a patron. Not without prior knowledge of their proclivities, at least.
He sighs as Caleb lets his legs down and arches his lower back briefly to stretch it. Yussa relaxes, and with his eyes still closed the first kiss takes him by surprise. He moans weakly against Caleb's mouth, and he barely has a moment to catch his breath when they part before Caleb is kissing him again, and again, until Yussa is lightheaded.
The archmage is utterly pliant by the time Caleb stops kissing him long enough to pull out of him. He immediately feels the loss, but he doesn't have much time to sit with that before Caleb's tongue sweeps back into his mouth. Gods, he's been well-fucked before but that still seemed--different.
When they finally part, Yussa takes a deeper breath. His golden eyes are warm and a little hazy as he looks up at the younger man leaning over him. He can feel Caleb's spend spilling from him, and there's a brief pause of expectation. But Caleb is a new patron, and Yussa would not rightly know what he would like just yet, nor does he quite have the freedom to make demands as he usually would. So rather than telling Caleb to lick his cunt clean, he simply reaches up to offer an affectionate caress along his cheek.
"I see your skill set extends far past arcane mastery," he murmurs, looking pleased with himself and with Caleb.
Returning Yussa's affectionate gesture, Caleb combs his lover's pale hair back from his sweat-damp brow with calloused fingers, admiring his slightly dazed state and the used look of his mouth, lips a smeared mess of gold, friction-swollen from his cock and his insistent kisses. And he has all night to do this as many times as he can manage.
"As does yours." He returns the compliment as well with a crooked smile. "You are a marvel, Yussa. Surely I am not the only man who has been inspired to deliver his best in your bed."
This time, he leans down for a much softer kiss, and he doesn't linger. His mind hasn't let go of his previous idea yet, which he's certain Yussa won't be disappointed by.
"Are you comfortable laying here? I would like to go down on you for a while." For a while correctly implies that it won't be a short time. He decides to make the suggestion himself, because there really is nothing he wants more after sex like that. That it also gives Yussa a better idea of his client's interests is a nice bonus. He arches a brow, a cheeky glint in his eye and the curl of his lips. "If you would enjoy that, of course."
This is part of what is so amusing about this game. They both know very well that Yussa would likely already be pushing Caleb's head between his thighs if they weren't bound by their roles.
Yussa subtly arches a brow at that cheeky look, but then his expression shifts to something like quiet surprise and delight - the sort a professional might wear when given something they aren't expecting. If Caleb wants to go down on him, far be it from Yussa to deny him what he might take pleasure in.
He takes another deep breath and lets it go slowly, then shifts to spread his legs more.
"I am very comfortable, Herr Widogast," he says, voice still slightly breathy but also low and warm. "You may stay between my thighs as long as you like."
Perhaps this professional would not know what to expect of Caleb's skills, but Yussa certainly does, and it's difficult to ignore the pleasant, anticipatory shiver that curls through him. When Caleb moves enough to look, he'll find Yussa's cunt flushed with heat from the friction he endured very recently. His soft folds and firm clit are still swollen with arousal and slick with his own wetness and now the very evident spill of Caleb's come.
Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he reaches down. He uses his fingers to spread himself open a little more, to frame Caleb's prize, before his hand slips away again.
A genuine delight at being called Herr Widogast by Yussa makes Caleb's smile a touch wider, reaching the deepening lines at the corners of his eyes. "Danke schön," he replies, and shuffles back on the bed so that Yussa can arrange himself, and he can take his own place.
Of course, Yussa is very good at this. He knows how to tease Caleb to best effect, and he has a courtesan's gift for presentation. Surely any man would be helplessly hooked by the picture he makes of himself, legs spread to put Caleb's recent work on display. Caleb sucks in a sharp breath, and his gaze flickers from the deeply provocative framing of his lover's swollen cunt leaking his come back up to the man's face. Despite the heady surge of desire in his gut, his cock remains regrettably but expectedly soft.
"If I were a younger man, Herr Yussa, I would be on you again already," he says in a soft rasp, suddenly intense blue eyes holding the elf's golden ones. (He's noticed more stray gray hairs at his temples and in his beard, recently. It won't be long before they start being obvious.) On his knees, he leans forward, hands resting heavy on the inside of Yussa's thighs. "But for now, you should relax while I clean up my mess."
He bends like a supplicant between Yussa's spread legs, going to elbows and knees, then laying down on his front. This is the most comfortable position to maintain, and he intends to take his time. This is for him to enjoy, after all.
Caleb's rough hands scrape slowly up supple, decorated brown skin until his own fingers can spread Yussa's gleaming wet folds for a much closer look--and he looks his fill. The tips of his index and middle fingers rub along the blood-hot slickness of the older man's slit, avoiding only his own spend where it seeps from the soft, yielding opening of his cunt, a contrast of white against Yussa's darkly flushed complexion. This he collects with an indulgently slow curl of his tongue, savoring this first swipe over his entrance with a chest-deep moan like he is really putting his mouth to him for the very first time. Glancing up, he makes sure to catch Yussa's eye to show off the way their mingled come spreads over his tongue before he closes his mouth and swallows.
It's hardly the first time Caleb has looked at him like this, but it is the first time in this fantasy, and it's still a rush to realize that the other wizard is staring at his well-used cunt still dripping his come. It's obscene, and it's perfect.
Yussa's lips part with the first sweet of Caleb's tongue, but it's the picture he makes between his thighs that makes heat throb low in his body. Gods, it's been a long time since he felt so well matched. He wets his lips as Caleb swallows, then sinks back into the pillows with a sigh. He knows he should prepare himself for a slow and thorough treat, because he will not be rushing Caleb through this. No matter how much he might want to before the end.
His fingers sink into Caleb's hair, once more holding it back from his face rather than attempting to guide or even encourage him. But he does allow a soft moan of appreciation the next time Caleb's tongue sweeps over him.
"I should have known your mouth would be as skilled as your hands," he breathes, face still flushed with warmth as he looks down at his patron. Every wizard should be good with their hands, but Yussa has been disappointed before. He cannot set his own standards beyond the kind of clients he accepts, and then he must accept anyone with coin.
The coy glint in Caleb's eye has returned, and his now wet lips quirk up with a quiet confidence as he replies, "I have not even begun to show you skill yet, my friend."
But he'll start now.
He goes slowly, making every motion a decadent treat for them both. He licks along his slit with delicate swipes of his tongue, but at first avoids his clit and any penetration entirely. He instead lavishes attention around the opening of his cunt and over his swollen folds, knowing that he can make already highly sensitive skin feel more sensitive still. As his come continues to leak from Yussa's entrance, he dutifully laps it up and swallows it down, making a show of it each time. His fingers come into play as well, but only brushing lightly where his tongue has already been.
Caleb loves using his mouth on Yussa, and he especially loves the conceit of cleaning up after himself, because like this he can devote his attention solely to Yussa without the distraction of his own arousal. Or the distraction of his dick, at least. He certainly feels quite aroused by this, his body alert and a buzzing warmth tingling beneath his skin, but without a hard cock to make it a matter of need, it's merely a pleasant backdrop behind the real action.
Now, more forcefully than he has yet, he licks at Yussa's soft entrance over and over, still without pressing in, but tasting himself and swallowing. At the same time, the pad of a single finger comes to rest feather-light over Yussa's firm clit and rubs a tight circle with barely-there pressure.
Caleb has been silent for some time now, apart from soft noises to demonstrate his enjoyment. When he pulls away barely an inch to speak, close enough for his hot breath to fan over his folds, his voice is a throaty rumble. "We taste good together," he tells the man he's been paying to lay back and enjoy being eaten out with patient precision for almost ten minutes now. Holding Yussa's gaze, he lifts his head, his shoulders, making an offering of his wet mouth and the thick flavor on his tongue. "Do you want to try?"
His finger circles and circles still, just barely grazing the throbbing heat of his lover's clit.
It isn't very difficult to fall into the headspace he needs to properly enjoy this. He's in no hurry and he trusts Caleb's expertise, so he doesn't really need to direct. In that way, this is very familiar. Yussa relaxes back, the tension easing from him as Caleb begins with little licks that avoid where he might be most sensitive, save for the flick of his tongue against his entrance as he licks up his own come.
He strokes his fingers through the younger man's hair, absently petting him as Caleb settles into his task. Yussa's voice rises in the back of his throat in a short, approving sound when Caleb starts licking more intently, never penetrating but the pressure is pleasant. There's a soft hiccup of breath at the light touch against his clit; the pressure there is enough to feel, enough to keep his arousal simmering, but not so much as to overwhelm him. If they were in Tidepeak, he might have picked up a book by now, or his tea.
Yussa hasn't felt the need to break the relative quiet between them, either. Feeling as good as he does, he thinks he really could trance like this, or possibly be coaxed into properly sleeping. He can see the appeal. Though he does neither, Yussa does let time slip by, unconcerned. At some point in Caleb's intent work, he's treated to a little rush of wetness as Yussa's arousal quietly builds, adding to what is already there. He wonders if Caleb can feel the faint throb that he does, even without licking into him.
When Caleb pulls back, he's treated to the sight of an utterly serene elf, still warm through his cheeks and chest but no longer overcome.
"Do we?" he responds. "If you're inclined to share..." Yussa pushes himself up to curl closer, to meet Caleb in a kiss. The younger man's face is wet from nose to chin and Yussa can taste both of them on Caleb's tongue when he offers it.
Relaxed and lightly flushed is precisely how Caleb hoped to find his elf. He permits himself a sense of accomplishment, though there is much more to come. As Yussa curls down, Caleb leans up, and their lips meet in a kiss as soft and coaxing as Caleb's attentions so far. His tongue slips into Yussa's mouth, but does not intrude; he shares the heavy taste of them and withdraws, rewarded with the sight of Yussa's lips and chin now glistening with the evidence of his own arousal.
Caleb smiles. He has hours still to spend with this man, and worshipping him without expectation or demand seems like the perfect use for at least one of them. He sinks back down, kissing the inside of a knee, then nosing against a ridiculously soft inner thigh.
"If you have any reading to get done, feel free," he offers, perfectly happy to pay for the privilege of disappearing between Yussa's legs for a bit. "I am very content here for now."
He wonders if Yussa has other clients who enjoy this sort of thing, or if he is unique in that respect. He can't deny that he hopes it is the latter. If this man is his for the night, then he intends to treat him well. Memorably well.
"Ah," he says, a sudden exhale, like he's forgotten to ask something. His eyes flicker back up to Yussa's face. "How many times would you like to come?"
An undeniably bold question that reveals a self-assured certainty about his own skills, but Caleb asks it earnestly.
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"I do. For months now," he answers. His fingers stir slick circles over his entrance, and he can't resist curling two up and in. They slide deep with exhilarating ease, and his breath catches in his chest before he speaks again. "I have fucked my fist more times than I can recall wishing that it was your cunt. So forgive me if I am a little, ah--overly eager."
His lips brush Yussa's again briefly before diverting to his ear as his fingers stroke against the tight softness of his walls. His teeth catch the lobe lightly as he noses against the side of his neck. The perfume he has decided on today is different from any he usually wears, which is an interesting and thoughtful touch. It lends a touch of the unfamiliar to a body he knows very well, which makes this feel new.
"A stretch, still?" he murmurs, low and rough, hot breath over the shell of his lover's elegantly pointed ear.
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Yussa bows his head and rocks his hips back to meet the thrust of Caleb's fingers. His eyes are nearly closed as the other man's lips brush against his ear, teeth scraping the soft lobe. His cunt flutters around Caleb's fingers when his breath teases against his skin.
"A little," he breathes. In truth, his body is far more yielding than it was when Caleb arrived. "But nothing... uncomfortable."
If Caleb fucked him now, he would certainly feel it as more of a stretch, but given how aroused he is Yussa doesn't think it will actually be a hardship. There is nothing that makes him think it would pain him to do so. He hasn't exactly been idle in the last few weeks either.
"I must admit," he murmurs, lips near Caleb's cheek, "that I find your enthusiasm exciting."
It is one thing to be desired; it is another thing entirely to feel like a prize. Caleb, in all his preparation, is making it clear that is exactly what Yussa is to him tonight. Something he has earned for himself.
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"I guessed as much," Caleb says with a grin, hidden against the perfumed skin behind Yussa's ear. "And I will admit that tonight has become...something beyond an ordinary goal for me. A bit of an obsession. But that is what you are due, I think. Any man who would treat you as less than extraordinary is a fool."
His fingers rock up and draw back in a shallow thrust, and he briefly considers adding a third, but decides against it. Greedily, he wants to feel Yussa take him just like this.
"If I want you on your back, will these be uncomfortable for you?" His free hand plucks at a gold chain draped over the modest flare of a slender hip, then slips beneath to feel the warm skin directly, self-indulgent.
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"No," he assures softly, his face warming more with all the question implies. "The metal is soft, the chains are fine... it won't be uncomfortable to lay on them. I will keep them on or remove them at your pleasure."
Yussa chose his things carefully, especially anything he might end up wearing for a long period of time. The chains he wears are exactly as he said: delicate enough not to hurt if he lays on them, strong enough that he is certain they won't break if they are put under any strain.
He leans down to give Caleb a firm kiss.
"You may have me how you want me, Caleb Widogast."
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The embers of his denied orgasm smolder in his belly, easily stirred up again by Yussa's words and his confident kisses.
"Then I will have you on your back," Caleb whispers roughly between them. "With your legs spread and your knees over my shoulders. I hope you are flexible, schatz."
This last bit is said with a lopsided grin and a playful nip to Yussa's already swollen lower lip before he kisses him, tasting himself again on his lover's tongue and coaxing it into his own mouth. He does release him eventually, reluctantly, so that he can move and position himself in the way he's instructed.
"I want you to show me," he rasps, "what all of my hard work has earned." The rush of power he feels goes straight to his cock.
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Yussa takes a deeper breath when they apart and he feels another shiver of warmth with the assertion that Caleb has earned everything he takes tonight. He eases back on the bed, moving effortlessly until he's in a position he finds comfortable. Not so close to the headboard that he risks hitting it with any vigorous use, but close enough that he or Caleb could grab it should they choose to.
He lays back, golden gaze unwavering on Caleb as he spreads his thighs. His cunt is flushed and slick for the man who's given him so much attention. The henna on the back of his thighs seems to frame him even like this. Yussa lets his fingers tease over his entrance before spreading them, if only to show Caleb just how ready he is thanks to his hard work. He feels a throb of arousal in response to being looked at like this - it feels lewd, obscene, and he is enjoying every second of it.
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"Perfect. You are absolutely perfect," he husks, utterly captured by the vision laid out beneath him.
He slides a hand beneath one of Yussa's knees, pulling it up toward his own shoulder and angling it up and out to give him more space. His other hand goes to his own cock, stroking from base to tip as he guides the ruddy, leaking head to rub along his slit, gliding up and down through slick folds.
"Do you want this?" The tip glances over his entrance again and again, and Caleb watches himself throb in his hand. "You look like you are aching to be fucked."
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"Yes," he answers, soft and breathless. He reminds himself of their game and whispers, "Please, Caleb. You left me feeling so empty."
He isn't inclined to beg, and though this is not the first time, he hopes it's rare enough to make it special. Yussa can feel the useless contraction of muscles inside him, his body seeking more as Caleb teases against his entrance.
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"Then I will fill you again," he murmurs, and puts force behind the next roll of his hips. He allows Yussa's fingers to line him up and watches as his entrance stretches around the thicker head of his cock. The slick walls and clenching muscle within pull him slowly deeper until the first inch disappears inside Yussa's cunt. It is all Caleb can do not to pound the rest in after it, not to lose himself completely in the incredibly tight heat enveloping him. He curses in a wavering moan and arcs his body forward until he is bowed over Yussa, one hand braced on the headboard above his head while the other holds his thigh just beneath his knee.
He has to go slowly. Though Yussa is soaked and open with arousal enough that he can fit inside him, it is a near thing. By choice, he hadn't stretched him as thoroughly as he might normally, which has consequences and benefits. On one hand, he has to fuck into him in short, carefully controlled thrusts, rocking out and back in to inch a little deeper each time. On the other, it feels fucking incredible. Yussa's cunt clings to him and stretches for him like this man was made to take his cock.
Head dropping between his shoulders, Caleb presses his brow to Yussa's, vision blurring in close proximity. He doesn't seek to kiss him because he is panting for breath, wordless and already trying to will himself not to come. Though he's been taken to the edge once already, that would still be an embarrassment after all of his talk.
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His thigh is tense against Caleb's hand and he moans louder when he finally bottoms out. Yussa's head lolls back and he his cunt flutters and squeezes around the other man. His other leg moves, pressing against Caleb's side as if he can trap him where he is. They've rushed this before, but tonight it's entirely deliberate for the sake of this feeling and it's utterly worth it.
"Oh, gods," he gasps out. He's quite certain neither of them are capable of a proper kiss right now but he reaches up to pull Caleb into one anyway, brief and uncoordinated. One hand drops between them and his fingers tremble as the brush over his clit. That makes his hips jump and he hiccups a breath.
"Caleb--don't stop, please--" He's sure that is the farthest thing from Caleb's mind, but it can't hurt to reassure him all the same.
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If they are in a hurry, sometimes they skip a few steps and Caleb is treated to the uniquely delicious sensation of really fucking Yussa open on his cock, feeling his walls spread with each slow, deliberate thrust. But tonight they had time, and still they chose this instead. Caleb's head spins with the implications of that, making a deliberate choice to have Yussa this way, being granted the authority to suggest it in the first place.
Yussa is a vision of his deepest desires made real, beautiful and erotic and wanton beyond belief. His well-fucked mouth gasps, hiccups, breathlessly pleads, his dark, wild eyes are losing focus, and his shaking fingers stroke over his swollen clit, so sensitive that his slender body jolts up and Caleb sinks deep inside him, faster and harder than he expected. He can't bite back a groan, eyes fluttering and hand gripping harder at both the headboard and Yussa's thigh. His hips pull back and sink down again, hilting in his lover's fluttering passage.
"Gods, that's it, keep touching yourself for me," he urges, low and breathy, blue eyes burning into the stunning man shamelessly spread out beneath him. "You needy little thing--you feel so fucking good," he pants. He feels insatiable; he feels like he'll come at any moment. He feels beside himself with want. "You cannot help yourself, can you? You wanted this. You love how my cock stretches your tight cunt."
He speaks in a gravelly growl just above a whisper as his deep, grinding thrusts begin to gain force and speed, finally more like fucking than careful exploration.
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At first he can't say anything. His eyebrows pinch together in an expression that would suggest distress if not for how good this feels. His hand is trembling as he strokes over his clit again and his cunt immediately bears down around Caleb on his next deep thrust. Every breath is edged with a moan as Caleb pushes deep again, and again, gaining speed and force until it becomes clear that Yussa may not be able to articulately respond at all.
His lover is hot and heavy above him, he can feel the firm grip on the back of his thigh pressing his leg out of the way, keeping him obscenely spread. The sound of their bodies moving together, the sound of skin against skin as Caleb fucks him with even less restraint.
"I--it's so much--" Yussa's instinct is to make himself come. Perhaps any other day, he might. But he meant it when he said he is Caleb's until dawn, and he won't finish himself without his patron asking for it and so he tries to moderate the way he touches himself. The chains slide against his skin with every thrust, adding an extra layer of sensation; on his back, they no longer cover his breasts quite so much, but serve to frame them as much as his tattoos.
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"Gods, yes. Worth every copper," he mutters just over the obscene wet noise of their fucking. He lifts his head enough to look at the man splayed beneath him, at his flushed and gasping face and the slippery, swollen place they are joined, where Caleb's cock sinks into him again and again as he takes him harder, faster.
Tension unwinds and tightens low in his stomach, warning him of how close he is to reaching the peak he'd denied himself before. He hoists Yussa's knee higher onto his shoulder and uses his free hand to give a sharp pat over his stiff clit--once, twice, for the way it makes the other man's cunt tighten up around him. "Go on," he encourages, "you are so close already. Let me feel you come."
The way both chains and ink frame Yussa's pert breasts is too tempting; Caleb can't help putting his mouth on them again, kissing along the gentle curve and sucking at hard nipples. He can see hints of bruising already from his rough attentions earlier, and thrills at the thought of this man wearing his marks for any amount of time. Surely a potion will get rid of them before his next patron can see, but Caleb imagines him looking in the mirror tomorrow after he has gone, tracing his fingers over his own chest and feeling the bruises ache beneath his touch.
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Given his instructions, his permission, Yussa's fingers rub steadily over and around his clit. That makes him tremble, the tension winding low in his body as Caleb gives renewed attention to his breasts. He's seen bruises in the shape of his lover's mouth before and somehow, now, the thought that anyone else might see them is a delirious pleasure. Of course he should have them healed before his next patron - but what if he didn't?
"Please--please--" The words fall from his lips and Yussa is not even sure what he's begging for. It doesn't really matter, he will take what Caleb gives him, and that is a thought that only drives him closer to his peak.
His breath comes faster and the heat he feels between them is almost unbearable when he finally pushes himself to come. Yussa cries out, shaking as he comes. His thighs tense where they are against Caleb's shoulder and his side, everything in him trying to draw this pleasure inward as Caleb fucks him through it. It's almost too much given the younger man's driving pace, but that only serves to unmoor Yussa further, sweeping him up in the rush of his release. The constant friction drags it out, until his breathing is ragged.
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Heat prickles down his spine, his balls tighten, and his vision narrows to a dizzying focus on Yussa beneath him as all else fades. The narrow space between them is filled with their ragged breaths and the lewd noise of Caleb burying his cock deep into his lover's wet cunt again and again. His pleasure spikes, and he knows he is past the point of no return.
Surely Yussa must permit his clients to spill inside? Who could resist? But what if he doesn't? He has a vague thought of pulling out, of coming on his belly, his breasts, his face--but even as he wonders, it is already too late. He comes hard, his hips snapping forward to bottom out, cock pulsing deep within the perfect fluttering heat of Yussa's cunt.
His hips continue to rock as he spills, burying his face in the crook of Yussa's neck and muffling a low groan against his perfumed skin. Gods, this man--he knows with a terrible certainty that he'll spend any amount of coin to see him again.
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He doesn't think to urge Caleb to pull out - why would he? His body is this man's, he's paid for this privilege, and he should be allowed to finish where he will. Yussa tips his head back, attempting to find some relief from the heat between them as Caleb buries himself, face pressed to his neck. He shudders in the other man's arms and another wave of tension rolls through him as Caleb fills him.
His other hand slides up to stroke into Caleb's hair, holding it back from his brow as they tremble together in the aftermath of their release. Yussa's panting hard, chest heaving gently beneath Caleb as a heavy warmth spreads through him. His fingers brush along Caleb's scalp in a lazy caress, offering reassuring affection.
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He looks gorgeous like this, tattooed and draped in gold, but now flushed and well-fucked, his immaculate presentation debauched in a way that makes him even more irresistible. With a low moan, Caleb captures his lips again, kissing him deeply for as long as he can while they are both still catching their breath. But then he does it again, and again, pressing Yussa to the pillows behind him and running his hands over his body, content to keep his cock warm in his still fluttering cunt as they kiss.
Gods, he could do this for hours. There is something especially indulgent about sharing languid kisses and slow caresses while still joined, especially after sex vigorous enough to leave his muscles aching.
Eventually he does ease his hips back enough that his soft cock slips free with a wet noise. His tongue licks into Yussa's mouth as if to make up for it before their lips part as well. Caleb vaguely wonders if he'll be asked to clean up his mess--an old favorite--but he doesn't think Yussa the courtesan would make such a request of a patron. Not without prior knowledge of their proclivities, at least.
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The archmage is utterly pliant by the time Caleb stops kissing him long enough to pull out of him. He immediately feels the loss, but he doesn't have much time to sit with that before Caleb's tongue sweeps back into his mouth. Gods, he's been well-fucked before but that still seemed--different.
When they finally part, Yussa takes a deeper breath. His golden eyes are warm and a little hazy as he looks up at the younger man leaning over him. He can feel Caleb's spend spilling from him, and there's a brief pause of expectation. But Caleb is a new patron, and Yussa would not rightly know what he would like just yet, nor does he quite have the freedom to make demands as he usually would. So rather than telling Caleb to lick his cunt clean, he simply reaches up to offer an affectionate caress along his cheek.
"I see your skill set extends far past arcane mastery," he murmurs, looking pleased with himself and with Caleb.
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"As does yours." He returns the compliment as well with a crooked smile. "You are a marvel, Yussa. Surely I am not the only man who has been inspired to deliver his best in your bed."
This time, he leans down for a much softer kiss, and he doesn't linger. His mind hasn't let go of his previous idea yet, which he's certain Yussa won't be disappointed by.
"Are you comfortable laying here? I would like to go down on you for a while." For a while correctly implies that it won't be a short time. He decides to make the suggestion himself, because there really is nothing he wants more after sex like that. That it also gives Yussa a better idea of his client's interests is a nice bonus. He arches a brow, a cheeky glint in his eye and the curl of his lips. "If you would enjoy that, of course."
This is part of what is so amusing about this game. They both know very well that Yussa would likely already be pushing Caleb's head between his thighs if they weren't bound by their roles.
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He takes another deep breath and lets it go slowly, then shifts to spread his legs more.
"I am very comfortable, Herr Widogast," he says, voice still slightly breathy but also low and warm. "You may stay between my thighs as long as you like."
Perhaps this professional would not know what to expect of Caleb's skills, but Yussa certainly does, and it's difficult to ignore the pleasant, anticipatory shiver that curls through him. When Caleb moves enough to look, he'll find Yussa's cunt flushed with heat from the friction he endured very recently. His soft folds and firm clit are still swollen with arousal and slick with his own wetness and now the very evident spill of Caleb's come.
Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he reaches down. He uses his fingers to spread himself open a little more, to frame Caleb's prize, before his hand slips away again.
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Of course, Yussa is very good at this. He knows how to tease Caleb to best effect, and he has a courtesan's gift for presentation. Surely any man would be helplessly hooked by the picture he makes of himself, legs spread to put Caleb's recent work on display. Caleb sucks in a sharp breath, and his gaze flickers from the deeply provocative framing of his lover's swollen cunt leaking his come back up to the man's face. Despite the heady surge of desire in his gut, his cock remains regrettably but expectedly soft.
"If I were a younger man, Herr Yussa, I would be on you again already," he says in a soft rasp, suddenly intense blue eyes holding the elf's golden ones. (He's noticed more stray gray hairs at his temples and in his beard, recently. It won't be long before they start being obvious.) On his knees, he leans forward, hands resting heavy on the inside of Yussa's thighs. "But for now, you should relax while I clean up my mess."
He bends like a supplicant between Yussa's spread legs, going to elbows and knees, then laying down on his front. This is the most comfortable position to maintain, and he intends to take his time. This is for him to enjoy, after all.
Caleb's rough hands scrape slowly up supple, decorated brown skin until his own fingers can spread Yussa's gleaming wet folds for a much closer look--and he looks his fill. The tips of his index and middle fingers rub along the blood-hot slickness of the older man's slit, avoiding only his own spend where it seeps from the soft, yielding opening of his cunt, a contrast of white against Yussa's darkly flushed complexion. This he collects with an indulgently slow curl of his tongue, savoring this first swipe over his entrance with a chest-deep moan like he is really putting his mouth to him for the very first time. Glancing up, he makes sure to catch Yussa's eye to show off the way their mingled come spreads over his tongue before he closes his mouth and swallows.
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Yussa's lips part with the first sweet of Caleb's tongue, but it's the picture he makes between his thighs that makes heat throb low in his body. Gods, it's been a long time since he felt so well matched. He wets his lips as Caleb swallows, then sinks back into the pillows with a sigh. He knows he should prepare himself for a slow and thorough treat, because he will not be rushing Caleb through this. No matter how much he might want to before the end.
His fingers sink into Caleb's hair, once more holding it back from his face rather than attempting to guide or even encourage him. But he does allow a soft moan of appreciation the next time Caleb's tongue sweeps over him.
"I should have known your mouth would be as skilled as your hands," he breathes, face still flushed with warmth as he looks down at his patron. Every wizard should be good with their hands, but Yussa has been disappointed before. He cannot set his own standards beyond the kind of clients he accepts, and then he must accept anyone with coin.
In this case, it's a pleasure.
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But he'll start now.
He goes slowly, making every motion a decadent treat for them both. He licks along his slit with delicate swipes of his tongue, but at first avoids his clit and any penetration entirely. He instead lavishes attention around the opening of his cunt and over his swollen folds, knowing that he can make already highly sensitive skin feel more sensitive still. As his come continues to leak from Yussa's entrance, he dutifully laps it up and swallows it down, making a show of it each time. His fingers come into play as well, but only brushing lightly where his tongue has already been.
Caleb loves using his mouth on Yussa, and he especially loves the conceit of cleaning up after himself, because like this he can devote his attention solely to Yussa without the distraction of his own arousal. Or the distraction of his dick, at least. He certainly feels quite aroused by this, his body alert and a buzzing warmth tingling beneath his skin, but without a hard cock to make it a matter of need, it's merely a pleasant backdrop behind the real action.
Now, more forcefully than he has yet, he licks at Yussa's soft entrance over and over, still without pressing in, but tasting himself and swallowing. At the same time, the pad of a single finger comes to rest feather-light over Yussa's firm clit and rubs a tight circle with barely-there pressure.
Caleb has been silent for some time now, apart from soft noises to demonstrate his enjoyment. When he pulls away barely an inch to speak, close enough for his hot breath to fan over his folds, his voice is a throaty rumble. "We taste good together," he tells the man he's been paying to lay back and enjoy being eaten out with patient precision for almost ten minutes now. Holding Yussa's gaze, he lifts his head, his shoulders, making an offering of his wet mouth and the thick flavor on his tongue. "Do you want to try?"
His finger circles and circles still, just barely grazing the throbbing heat of his lover's clit.
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He strokes his fingers through the younger man's hair, absently petting him as Caleb settles into his task. Yussa's voice rises in the back of his throat in a short, approving sound when Caleb starts licking more intently, never penetrating but the pressure is pleasant. There's a soft hiccup of breath at the light touch against his clit; the pressure there is enough to feel, enough to keep his arousal simmering, but not so much as to overwhelm him. If they were in Tidepeak, he might have picked up a book by now, or his tea.
Yussa hasn't felt the need to break the relative quiet between them, either. Feeling as good as he does, he thinks he really could trance like this, or possibly be coaxed into properly sleeping. He can see the appeal. Though he does neither, Yussa does let time slip by, unconcerned. At some point in Caleb's intent work, he's treated to a little rush of wetness as Yussa's arousal quietly builds, adding to what is already there. He wonders if Caleb can feel the faint throb that he does, even without licking into him.
When Caleb pulls back, he's treated to the sight of an utterly serene elf, still warm through his cheeks and chest but no longer overcome.
"Do we?" he responds. "If you're inclined to share..." Yussa pushes himself up to curl closer, to meet Caleb in a kiss. The younger man's face is wet from nose to chin and Yussa can taste both of them on Caleb's tongue when he offers it.
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Caleb smiles. He has hours still to spend with this man, and worshipping him without expectation or demand seems like the perfect use for at least one of them. He sinks back down, kissing the inside of a knee, then nosing against a ridiculously soft inner thigh.
"If you have any reading to get done, feel free," he offers, perfectly happy to pay for the privilege of disappearing between Yussa's legs for a bit. "I am very content here for now."
He wonders if Yussa has other clients who enjoy this sort of thing, or if he is unique in that respect. He can't deny that he hopes it is the latter. If this man is his for the night, then he intends to treat him well. Memorably well.
"Ah," he says, a sudden exhale, like he's forgotten to ask something. His eyes flicker back up to Yussa's face. "How many times would you like to come?"
An undeniably bold question that reveals a self-assured certainty about his own skills, but Caleb asks it earnestly.
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