Meeting the molten gold of Yussa's eyes as the man commends him so highly has Caleb's face heating all over again. For a man who values his privacy as much as Yussa, it is no small thing to be welcomed into his own bed. "With you it is not difficult to be either," he replies with sincerity. "But I am grateful for your trust, my friend."
That he intends to continue proving himself worthy of it goes without saying.
Why his heart beats so much faster with nerves now as he leans in for a simple soft kiss after so many others today is a mystery to him, but it does. His eyes slip closed and his lips brush Yussa's for a splitsecond before he fits them gently together, affectionate and...yes, kind.
Yussa protects his privacy and his solitude has become habit - there are few he allows close, never mind this close. But Caleb has earned trust, and tonight Yussa does not want to be alone.
He tips his head to meet the kiss, eyes closing as he welcomes the tender affection. It is a far cry from the desperate embraces earlier and Yussa allows himself to enjoy that. When they part again, he lingers close.
"... What did you have in mind earlier, when you asked if I would mind magical assistance?"
Apparently being out of his mind with need has not effected his memory. He hears a quiet bell that signals the arrival of food, and just a moment later there is a tray on the table where the water was.
Of course he hadn't forgotten about that. Caleb gives a soft huff of laughter, contemplating how to answer when he's interrupted by the light, pleasant ring of a bell. He sits up and turns toward the table, startled and amazed. There are so many things yet in Tidepeak Tower to impress and intrigued him.
"Oh! That is convenient." His fascination is clear in the way he glances as Yussa before he gets up to retrieve the tray, carrying it carefully back to the bed, where he sets it down on top of the sheets between them. It occurs to him that perhaps he should put something on now that they aren't intimately entangled for the time being, but getting back into his clothes seems a hassle, and he's comfortable.
"Would you allow me to surprise you?" He asks. "It is not--I would not cast anything on you. Or on myself, for that matter. But knowing the sort of, ah, spontaneity you have enjoyed before, and I think you will like this."
Yussa doesn't seem to be in a particular hurry to cover himself. If anything, the breeze coming off the water is refreshing after being so overheated. Caleb's response to the appearance of the tray prompts a smile, and the elf remains where he is while the other man gets out of bed to retrieve it. The tray is laden with fruits, cheese, hummus, and soft pita. Relatively light fare, all told, but enough to be filling.
"A spell worked out some time ago," he admits. "I do not always tolerate disturbance and Wensforth would rather not see me faint from hunger."
And so, the spell was born out of necessity. Yussa sits up more as Caleb returns and settles the tray between them. Out of habit, he pours tea for them both. He peers up at Caleb, the gold of his eyes warm and bright with curiosity.
"Hm." He sits back with his tea. "Then I look forward to finding out what it is, whenever you should decide to do it."
In matters of intimacy, especially, Yussa is inclined to give Caleb free rein. The young man hasn't disappointed him yet nor has he pressed any advantage that had not already been offered to him. He sighs quietly and closes his eyes for a moment, wondering if perhaps the worst is over after all.
Amused by Yussa's explanation of the spell's origins, Caleb accepts his own cup with a nod of thanks. It's familiar and spiced, the kind Caleb has come to know as Yussa's favorite; he's tasted it on his tongue nearly as many times as he's been served it.
"You will not be disappointed," he says, catching Yussa's eye again, because he really believes it. It's also a little heady to feel the archmage's curiosity directed at him for a change. As he sips at his tea and picks at the finger foods they've been provided, he watches Yussa. Not only is he especially lovely with the fading light highlighting his sharp, handsome features and bare body still lightly sex-flushed, he is also visibly far more relaxed, to the point where Caleb might guess his symptoms have abated entirely. Perhaps they really were able to work it out of his system, or else the effect faded naturally with time. Still, Caleb is cautious of being too optimistic, hence staying the night. This could easily last as long as a full day if they're unlucky.
Even if it does return, however, Caleb isn't especially worried. It wouldn't be the first evening he's spent entirely with his face buried between Yussa's legs, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. A sore jaw and overworked tongue are practically a matter of pride.
"I am at your disposal tonight, Master Errenis," he promises, with a playful little smile a somewhat coy look over the rim of his teacup. "Should you need me."
"Mind your offers, Master Widogast," he says mildly, though the look he gives Caleb is quite warm. "One might take you at your word."
And perhaps, even if he has calmed and the effects have passed, he will consider doing so in the morning.
Yussa picks at the food on offer, but that seems to be his habit regardless of how he is feeling and Caleb has certainly seen him eat like this before. As it is, he is trying to pay attention to his body, mindful of every passing sensation and feeling just in case it might be the warning of some change. But, for now, everything seems to have... quieted. The tea, his favorite, is an extra comfort.
He's quiet while they eat, which also isn't unusual. Used to spending most of his time alone, he is fond of comfortable silences. That is possibly one of the reasons he gets on with Caleb: thus far, the man has not felt the need to fill silences unless there is actually something to discuss.
By the time he finishes his tea, Yussa is relieved to feel tired. After the tray is put aside, he is content to talk a little about what else he has brought back with him as they settle into bed properly.
"I hope that one will," Caleb replies, warm and suggestive. He's more than happy to pass the time as they eat in silence, as comfortable with it as Yussa. Occasionally he'll catch Yussa's eye and give him a small smile, but he can enjoy the food, the sunset, and the company without saying a word. It's nice. And when they do finally begin talking again they pick it up easily, like the conversation had never lapsed at all.
Caleb is as eager as might be expected to hear whatever details Yussa will grant him about his time away and what he's discovered. He moves the tray of mostly empty plates and cups back to the low table in the center of the room as they talk, and less than a minute later it disappears again, only to be replaced with the pitcher of water. Marveling quietly at the spell yet again, Caleb prepares himself for sleep, always a little strange to do in a new place, but this time equally as exciting.
Finally slipping beneath the soft cotton and silk sheets of Yussa's bed with Yussa beside him is a little surreal. They've certainly fallen asleep together after sex before, but they've never specifically gone to bed together like this, and certainly not in Yussa's own room. This feels intimate in a way they have yet to experience together, though Caleb tries not to think too much of it beyond the practical reason for it. Still, yet again--it's nice.
Uncertain of Yussa's preference when it comes to contact--cuddling or no cuddling?--Caleb remains close enough to touch comfortably, reaches out to brush his fingers gently over a slender wrist in a gentle, wordless invitation, but otherwise keeps politely to himself. The room is cool and comfortable in the dark, and the bed is almost certainly the nicest Caleb has ever laid in.
It has been a long time since Yussa shared his bed quite like this. It's almost strange, at first, knowing precisely where he is and feeling a body - also familiar - so near him. It is the touch that catches his attention, tender and fleeting but clearly an invitation. Affection rises in him and, soon enough, he finds himself turning toward the warmth of his companion. Perhaps it is not quite the close cuddling that Caleb might expect at first, but eventually Yussa's head ends up on his shoulder.
Perhaps it is no surprise that the elven wizard falls asleep there against Caleb's side. Yussa had hoped very much that he might sleep through the night after the day they had.
It is some hours later, Yussa wakes feeling far too warm and breathing faster. He stifles a sound and slides a hand between his legs without even thinking and finds himself just as slick as he'd been earlier. He puts space between himself and Caleb, thinking (barely thinking) if he can just manage this he could go back to sleep--
But the act of touching himself is air to the fire that's already burning. Without real thought, he pushes two fingers into himself and grinds against his hand as he seeks relief. It's a fool's errand, there will be no taking care of it himself. The attempt only makes it worse. Yussa pulls his fingers free and twists back toward Caleb. He's sleeping, he shouldn't wake him...
His hand slips beneath the blanket and slick fingers stroke Caleb's cock. Yussa moves to straddle him as he tries to coax the man beneath him to arousal.
There's that little flutter again, starting somewhere behind his heart and spreading through his chest. That Yussa decides to curl up against him at all is a welcome surprise, and Caleb gathers him as close as he is comfortable with. Yussa drifts off first, and Caleb is glad to know that he is asleep rather than trancing. After today, it seems like he could use it. Caleb isn't far behind, warm and comfortable and holding someone he cares for.
And it isn't that he wakes, exactly, some time later. He begins to surface from a deep sleep, reacting to the slight movement beside him, and then over him. Laying on his back, one arm now splayed against the bed where Yussa had been and the other folded across his chest, it's easy to get on top of him. His breathing changes, his mind shifts gradually from dreaming to the hazy swim of near-wakefulness, and probably most importantly to Yussa, his cock readily grows hard under the slick touch of his hand. Helpfully, he was already part of the way there.
A soft groan, barely more than a heavy breath, slips from his lips as arousal seeps through him, heavy and hot. His hips give a gentle twitch up, grinding unconsciously into Yussa's hand.
There's a desperate kind of relief as Caleb gets hard. He isn't actually sure what he would have done if he couldn't have roused him at all. Yussa braces his free hand against Caleb's chest for balance as he adjusts his position. He rocks his hips and he can't help the sound that escapes him as his cunt slides over the other man's cock. Yussa doesn't try to put it in yet, as if friction might actually offer relief when it hadn't just a moment ago.
"Caleb," he gasps out, voice tight. He trembles and his fingers dig against Caleb's shoulder. "Caleb--"
He thinks deliriously of the coy offer the younger man made earlier. He hadn't expected to be taking advantage in the middle of the night, but here they are. Moonlight pours in through the lattice windows, spilling pale light across the bed.
His waking is much more rapid at the sound of his name, with Yussa's hand resting heavy against his chest, his shoulder, grinding his cock through his wet folds. Yussa's fingers are pinpricks, and his cunt is hot and wonderful, even if he can't entirely make sense of what is going on yet. He's groggy and disoriented as he comes to, gasping like he's breaking the surface of a dark lake.
"Was? Was ist--"
Words in his own tongue fall rough with sleep from his lips as he fails to recognize the space around him or what exactly is happening in the seconds after waking. Everything is dark but for the man splayed attractively over him, golden brown skin cast in silver moonlight. Caleb inhales sharply as Yussa's hips rock along the length of his stiff cock, and--of course, yes, Yussa. His keen mind doesn't fail him, even if it still feels sluggish, still clinging to sleep. Gods, it must have come back badly for him to be this wet and this desperate in the middle of the night, and now his own arousal is achingly present and distracting.
"Yussa," he murmurs, answering his own name, soft and still heavy. He lifts a hand to the other man's hip and raises the other to his face, cradling it tenderly, far from upset at being woken despite the hour. "Go ahead, it's okay..."
He'd meant it when he said he was at his disposal tonight.
As soon as he has that permission, however dazed it may be, Yussa shifts and reaches to guide Caleb into him. His mouth falls open as he sinks down and finding momentary relief in feeling full.
Now free, his other hand presses to the bed as he rolls his hips, impatiently fucking himself as the poor man beneath him is still coming to. The hand on his cheek is an unexpected balm, a bit of affection in a rush of urgency that makes Yussa feel like he is losing his mind. He leans lower and bumps into a kiss in an unspoken apology, or perhaps just attempt to make this seem less like use, even if that is precisely what Caleb encouraged earlier in the evening and is encouraging now. Perhaps he would feel better about it if he felt more in his right mind.
He whispers Caleb's name again and tries to slow himself, even a little. Yussa moves his hips in slow, grinding circles.
"Thank you," he whispers, struggling to keep the raw edge from his voice.
The fog of sleep doesn't last long like this. Regaining his senses quickly, Caleb returns the kiss, cradling the back of Yussa's head to reinforce that this is not only allowed, but wanted. The fact of the matter is that Caleb does not at all mind feeling used. Especially as pleasure spreads molten up his spine from the tight clench of Yussa's cunt as he fucks himself on his cock.
"You're welcome," he murmurs back, cracking a thin, bemused smile. The hand on the older man's hip clutches tighter, encouraging. His voice is still edged with sleep, rough and dragging with his accent, but his mind is sharp and focused. "It's all right, liebling, you feel incredible. Please fuck me, take what you need, I love watching you."
He was expecting this, or something like it, and he's more than prepared to fulfill his promise.
Yussa bows his head, white hair falling into his face as he moves. The encouragement is something, at least: a balm over the rawness this lack of control leaves in its wake. He closes his eyes as heat sweeps through him.
He adjusts his position on top of Caleb so that it's easier for him to lift up. He wants the friction of his lover filling him over and over. Yussa feels utterly senseless, driven by nothing but need. He finds the hand resting on his hip and clutches it tightly for a moment, trying to ground himself more.
He trembles as tension rolls through him and a sharper moan escapes. Distress flares in the back of his mind even as he feels an orgasm building. Will it be enough? Will it just be a prelude to an incessant need for more?
The archmage tries to move faster, harder, as he seeks the precise angle that will push him to the edge.
When Yussa finds a position that works for him and begins fucking down against him with increasing need, it isn't long at all before Caleb is moaning freely under him, barely awake and already helplessly aroused. His heavy gaze rakes hungrily up and down Yussa's form, visible in the moonlight despite the latticework shadows cast over his skin. From his thighs splayed wide around his hips, tense as he uses them to bounce in his lap, to his cock parting his flushed folds and disappearing inside his cunt, to his hips and stomach and small breasts and the graceful line of his throat, lips parted as he can't help the sounds that escape him. Caleb only wishes he could erase the distressed crease between his brows, ease whatever worry he feels.
"I'm here," he says, breathless but firm. He hopes it conveys what he means--that he's going to take care of Yussa as long as he needs it, that he doesn't have to be alone, and that he is going to help him find out what caused this and fix it. Grasping his hip and the nape of his neck, he lifts his own hips from the bed to rock up into him as he feels him start to tighten, trying to find that angle he wants right along with him. "It's all right," he repeats, "let me help you feel good. I love feeling you come, liebling, you know that I do."
Yussa cries out softly when Caleb lifts his hips to meet him. Elvish falls from his lips, breathless and repetitive as his lover pushes deep into him. His voice gets tight and his fingers dig against Caleb's shoulder. His voice rises and he grabs at Caleb's arm as his body goes tight. He doesn't stop moving even as his rhythm falters, riding out his orgasm with the same urgency all of this began with. He feels every thrust as his cunt squeezes around the cock buried in him.
"You--you are always--"
He curses weakly and catches himself on the bed, trying not to collapse completely on Caleb as his body gives. As that delirious rush of pleasure turns into something more languid, so too does the way Yussa moves over top of his lover, slowing and losing all sense of desperation.
Privately, Caleb relishes the occasions when he can reduce Yussa to Elvish alone. He certainly has a lot of aid with that tonight, as Yussa had woken him already wet and aching to be fucked, but he enjoys it anyway, feels his own pleasure climbing as Yussa loses control. He can feel the intensity of his orgasm as the other man shakes apart over and against and around him, squeezing tight as a vice around his cock and continuing to fuck himself on it, meeting Caleb's thrusts up until his legs can't hold him any longer.
Shaking a little himself and astonished by the passion shared between them, he reaches for Yussa as he collapses over him, wrapping his arms around him and helping him to lay his smaller and lighter body down on him rather than try to support himself on the bed. His cock is red hot and throbbing as Yussa's hips slow to a lazier roll, and he whimpers, tucking his face against the other man's neck, at the last word he sighs out, the kind of praise he strives for.
With his own quieter desperation, he pumps his hips up in little stutters, grinding into Yussa's cunt as he comes down from his peak. His body and mind are tired still, and he doesn't have the will to keep himself from chasing his orgasm too. It feels pulled out of him with a gasp and then a low groan as he spills with each little grind, holding Yussa close against him, hips still rolling.
He sinks down, resting his weight against Caleb as the other man's arms slide around him. It feels good to be held as Caleb continues to fuck him, chasing his own pleasure. Yussa can hardly fault him for it given the way he's been woken up. His fingers stroke weakly into Caleb's hair, cradling his head as the other man breathes hard against his neck. There is something about this that he might appreciate more were he not half out of his mind, the gentle desperation of every grinding thrust, the sleepy insistence of it. He can't help the sounds that escape him, every breath edged with a soft moan as Caleb finally hits his peak.
Yussa's fingers tighten and there's an echoing squeeze around Caleb's cock as if he might milk the man of whatever he has left. He stays exactly where he is, held in place by the arms around him and the cock buried in his aching cunt. He pants for breath and rests his head against Caleb's. Then he lifts it and finds his lover's mouth in an uncoordinated, slick kiss. A reward, or gratitude.
He murmurs a soft, delirious curse as they part again, both of them needing to breathe. Yussa bumps his brow against Caleb's, eyes closed as he strokes the other man's loose hair.
There are a few final weak pulses as Yussa clenches around him again, Caleb's rough, sleepy moan quieted by a kiss that feels absolutely perfect, messy and warm and exhausted, and achingly sweet. He draws in a deep, quivering breath when their lips slide slickly apart, nuzzling affectionately against Yussa again as the man's fingers sift soothingly through his hair. He lays under him, quiet as his body calms, and holds him.
Coming down is wonderfully slow and comfortable, almost like slipping back into sleep. But he doesn't, knowing that if Yussa was this worked up, he'll need him still. Already he finds he misses the breathy moans he continued to fuck out of him. Brow to brow, Caleb lets their lips brush again, soft as a sigh.
"You make me wish I could do this all night," he whispers with a gentle curl of his mouth. Yussa will find that as amusing as he does soon enough, he thinks.
Yussa lays there, quietly catching his breath as Caleb holds him. As they hold each other. He wants to go back to sleep, but he doesn't think that will be possible for a while. A weak smile appears.
"Be careful with that wish," he murmurs, voice heavy. His hand slides over Caleb's cheek to guide him into another kiss, more coordinated this time, more gentle. Yussa does not expect the calm to last for long, but he stays where he is even as Caleb softens. He can't decide if it will help or hinder to move, and he debates that for several long moments before he finds the strength to push himself up.
Lacking his usual grace, he sort of falls off to Caleb's side, still half draped across the other man.
Caleb's smile lingers, along with the soft, pleasant tingle of Yussa's lips against his, as the smaller man slips off him, collapsing beside him. His own mostly soft cock flops warm and slick against his hip, and he reaches for Yussa's thigh still hooked over his, rubbing it soothingly as he nuzzles down into his hair.
"You just tell me when you are ready for more," he murmurs affectionately. "I am not out of tricks yet."
The shift as he reaches for his component pouch, left laying on the night table on his side, is obvious. Caleb doesn't have to look to reach inside and find what he needs, knowing the position of each item inside by memory. The piece of obsidian he plucks out is cool against his fingers, the raw edges still rough, and large enough to fill the center of his palm. This is a spell he has cast only a handful of times, and he goes over it again in his head as his other hand continues to stroke pensively over Yussa's thigh.
"You make me very curious," he admits, voice heavy as Caleb collects the obsidian piece from his pouch. He watches the young wizard's face, lit by pale, broken light coming through the latticework.
Yussa moves, but he keeps his leg where it is as he rests more against Caleb's side. He strokes absent patterns over his lover's chest and it's likely Caleb will recognize some of then.
"Tell me about how you've been, what you've been doing."
He likes Caleb's voice and he does genuinely want to know these things. Maybe the conversation won't get far as his body works up again, but if they have a moment, he'll take it.
Cheekily, Caleb's sole response to Yussa's admission of curiosity is a wink. He'll satisfy it soon enough, and it's honestly great fun to turn the tables and be the one with an arcane secret on his hands.
Fondly, he noses into Yussa's hair and presses a kiss to the top of his head as he tracks the shapes he traces against his chest, silently noting the familiar ones. He responds by tracing answering or related glyphs and sigils against Yussa's thigh as he talks, gladly filling him in on recent happenings in his life. He outlines the start of the new spell he's working on, relays tales of the Nein Yussa sees less frequently, gossip from Rexxentrum, and stories from his classroom, which Yussa always seems to find amusing.
Despite the circumstances, Caleb is happy to be laying in Yussa's bed in the middle of the night, holding him as they talk. Sleep is less important than how the moonlight plays over his skin, or watching the quirk of his lips when Caleb relates the chaos of the day he'd taught his first years Message.
"I had to confiscate every copper wire in the room before we could get anything else done," he says, clearly tickled by his students' enthusiasm. "Truly, I did not know if I would be suited to teaching, but I have enjoyed it a great deal so far."
Yussa is content to listen, occasionally making small noises of acknowledgement or amusement or interest - or even full questions - when Caleb says something that particularly catches his interest.
A smirk flickers across his mouth through the story about teaching his students Message. Yussa can well imagine the chaos.
"There is a reason I only ever took on one student at a time." With distance in between each one. Decades, at least. But hearing the fond exasperation in Caleb's voice is nice, and it reminds Yussa that there are those out there who do good work. It also has his thoughts turning toward something he might be able to do in the near future. Maybe. But he doesn't need to think about it just now.
The caress of warm, rough fingers over his bare skin has stoked the glowing embers of his arousal. It takes barely anything to make his arousal flare up again and he stifles a quiet sound as Caleb's touch strokes higher along his side, just under the small swell of his breast. Gods, when this is over he won't want anything to touch him for a month.
Caleb wants to ask about that at some point--Yussa's students. He knows of the one that had become possibly the least terrible member of the Cerberus Assembly, but he's curious about others, and about whether Yussa would tell him about them.
Another time, maybe. He can feel Yussa twitch against him and just hears the barest hint of a noise that he refuses to allow past his lips. He lets his thumb follow the curve of his breast more deliberately. "Again?" he asks kindly, his expression softening with sympathy. "It's okay. We'll make this a good one and maybe it will last, ja?" Wishful thinking, but what can he do but try to be encouraging and attempt to make this feel pleasurable for Yussa in the meantime?
Caleb is gentle when he leans down to kiss the man he's gathered against his side, pressing his lips first to his forehead and then his mouth, where even the sweep of his tongue is tender and slow. His hand slides further to cup his breast, soft and warm a perfect fit for his palm, and knead it lightly. The cool weight of the obsidian fills his other palm in contrast. He'll put it away soon--as soon as the spell is cast, anyway. Currently he's preoccupied by quiet kissing, making an attempt to ease Yussa back into this more naturally.
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That he intends to continue proving himself worthy of it goes without saying.
Why his heart beats so much faster with nerves now as he leans in for a simple soft kiss after so many others today is a mystery to him, but it does. His eyes slip closed and his lips brush Yussa's for a splitsecond before he fits them gently together, affectionate and...yes, kind.
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He tips his head to meet the kiss, eyes closing as he welcomes the tender affection. It is a far cry from the desperate embraces earlier and Yussa allows himself to enjoy that. When they part again, he lingers close.
"... What did you have in mind earlier, when you asked if I would mind magical assistance?"
Apparently being out of his mind with need has not effected his memory. He hears a quiet bell that signals the arrival of food, and just a moment later there is a tray on the table where the water was.
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"Oh! That is convenient." His fascination is clear in the way he glances as Yussa before he gets up to retrieve the tray, carrying it carefully back to the bed, where he sets it down on top of the sheets between them. It occurs to him that perhaps he should put something on now that they aren't intimately entangled for the time being, but getting back into his clothes seems a hassle, and he's comfortable.
"Would you allow me to surprise you?" He asks. "It is not--I would not cast anything on you. Or on myself, for that matter. But knowing the sort of, ah, spontaneity you have enjoyed before, and I think you will like this."
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"A spell worked out some time ago," he admits. "I do not always tolerate disturbance and Wensforth would rather not see me faint from hunger."
And so, the spell was born out of necessity. Yussa sits up more as Caleb returns and settles the tray between them. Out of habit, he pours tea for them both. He peers up at Caleb, the gold of his eyes warm and bright with curiosity.
"Hm." He sits back with his tea. "Then I look forward to finding out what it is, whenever you should decide to do it."
In matters of intimacy, especially, Yussa is inclined to give Caleb free rein. The young man hasn't disappointed him yet nor has he pressed any advantage that had not already been offered to him. He sighs quietly and closes his eyes for a moment, wondering if perhaps the worst is over after all.
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"You will not be disappointed," he says, catching Yussa's eye again, because he really believes it. It's also a little heady to feel the archmage's curiosity directed at him for a change. As he sips at his tea and picks at the finger foods they've been provided, he watches Yussa. Not only is he especially lovely with the fading light highlighting his sharp, handsome features and bare body still lightly sex-flushed, he is also visibly far more relaxed, to the point where Caleb might guess his symptoms have abated entirely. Perhaps they really were able to work it out of his system, or else the effect faded naturally with time. Still, Caleb is cautious of being too optimistic, hence staying the night. This could easily last as long as a full day if they're unlucky.
Even if it does return, however, Caleb isn't especially worried. It wouldn't be the first evening he's spent entirely with his face buried between Yussa's legs, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. A sore jaw and overworked tongue are practically a matter of pride.
"I am at your disposal tonight, Master Errenis," he promises, with a playful little smile a somewhat coy look over the rim of his teacup. "Should you need me."
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And perhaps, even if he has calmed and the effects have passed, he will consider doing so in the morning.
Yussa picks at the food on offer, but that seems to be his habit regardless of how he is feeling and Caleb has certainly seen him eat like this before. As it is, he is trying to pay attention to his body, mindful of every passing sensation and feeling just in case it might be the warning of some change. But, for now, everything seems to have... quieted. The tea, his favorite, is an extra comfort.
He's quiet while they eat, which also isn't unusual. Used to spending most of his time alone, he is fond of comfortable silences. That is possibly one of the reasons he gets on with Caleb: thus far, the man has not felt the need to fill silences unless there is actually something to discuss.
By the time he finishes his tea, Yussa is relieved to feel tired. After the tray is put aside, he is content to talk a little about what else he has brought back with him as they settle into bed properly.
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Caleb is as eager as might be expected to hear whatever details Yussa will grant him about his time away and what he's discovered. He moves the tray of mostly empty plates and cups back to the low table in the center of the room as they talk, and less than a minute later it disappears again, only to be replaced with the pitcher of water. Marveling quietly at the spell yet again, Caleb prepares himself for sleep, always a little strange to do in a new place, but this time equally as exciting.
Finally slipping beneath the soft cotton and silk sheets of Yussa's bed with Yussa beside him is a little surreal. They've certainly fallen asleep together after sex before, but they've never specifically gone to bed together like this, and certainly not in Yussa's own room. This feels intimate in a way they have yet to experience together, though Caleb tries not to think too much of it beyond the practical reason for it. Still, yet again--it's nice.
Uncertain of Yussa's preference when it comes to contact--cuddling or no cuddling?--Caleb remains close enough to touch comfortably, reaches out to brush his fingers gently over a slender wrist in a gentle, wordless invitation, but otherwise keeps politely to himself. The room is cool and comfortable in the dark, and the bed is almost certainly the nicest Caleb has ever laid in.
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Perhaps it is no surprise that the elven wizard falls asleep there against Caleb's side. Yussa had hoped very much that he might sleep through the night after the day they had.
It is some hours later, Yussa wakes feeling far too warm and breathing faster. He stifles a sound and slides a hand between his legs without even thinking and finds himself just as slick as he'd been earlier. He puts space between himself and Caleb, thinking (barely thinking) if he can just manage this he could go back to sleep--
But the act of touching himself is air to the fire that's already burning. Without real thought, he pushes two fingers into himself and grinds against his hand as he seeks relief. It's a fool's errand, there will be no taking care of it himself. The attempt only makes it worse. Yussa pulls his fingers free and twists back toward Caleb. He's sleeping, he shouldn't wake him...
His hand slips beneath the blanket and slick fingers stroke Caleb's cock. Yussa moves to straddle him as he tries to coax the man beneath him to arousal.
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And it isn't that he wakes, exactly, some time later. He begins to surface from a deep sleep, reacting to the slight movement beside him, and then over him. Laying on his back, one arm now splayed against the bed where Yussa had been and the other folded across his chest, it's easy to get on top of him. His breathing changes, his mind shifts gradually from dreaming to the hazy swim of near-wakefulness, and probably most importantly to Yussa, his cock readily grows hard under the slick touch of his hand. Helpfully, he was already part of the way there.
A soft groan, barely more than a heavy breath, slips from his lips as arousal seeps through him, heavy and hot. His hips give a gentle twitch up, grinding unconsciously into Yussa's hand.
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"Caleb," he gasps out, voice tight. He trembles and his fingers dig against Caleb's shoulder. "Caleb--"
He thinks deliriously of the coy offer the younger man made earlier. He hadn't expected to be taking advantage in the middle of the night, but here they are. Moonlight pours in through the lattice windows, spilling pale light across the bed.
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"Was? Was ist--"
Words in his own tongue fall rough with sleep from his lips as he fails to recognize the space around him or what exactly is happening in the seconds after waking. Everything is dark but for the man splayed attractively over him, golden brown skin cast in silver moonlight. Caleb inhales sharply as Yussa's hips rock along the length of his stiff cock, and--of course, yes, Yussa. His keen mind doesn't fail him, even if it still feels sluggish, still clinging to sleep. Gods, it must have come back badly for him to be this wet and this desperate in the middle of the night, and now his own arousal is achingly present and distracting.
"Yussa," he murmurs, answering his own name, soft and still heavy. He lifts a hand to the other man's hip and raises the other to his face, cradling it tenderly, far from upset at being woken despite the hour. "Go ahead, it's okay..."
He'd meant it when he said he was at his disposal tonight.
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Now free, his other hand presses to the bed as he rolls his hips, impatiently fucking himself as the poor man beneath him is still coming to. The hand on his cheek is an unexpected balm, a bit of affection in a rush of urgency that makes Yussa feel like he is losing his mind. He leans lower and bumps into a kiss in an unspoken apology, or perhaps just attempt to make this seem less like use, even if that is precisely what Caleb encouraged earlier in the evening and is encouraging now. Perhaps he would feel better about it if he felt more in his right mind.
He whispers Caleb's name again and tries to slow himself, even a little. Yussa moves his hips in slow, grinding circles.
"Thank you," he whispers, struggling to keep the raw edge from his voice.
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"You're welcome," he murmurs back, cracking a thin, bemused smile. The hand on the older man's hip clutches tighter, encouraging. His voice is still edged with sleep, rough and dragging with his accent, but his mind is sharp and focused. "It's all right, liebling, you feel incredible. Please fuck me, take what you need, I love watching you."
He was expecting this, or something like it, and he's more than prepared to fulfill his promise.
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He adjusts his position on top of Caleb so that it's easier for him to lift up. He wants the friction of his lover filling him over and over. Yussa feels utterly senseless, driven by nothing but need. He finds the hand resting on his hip and clutches it tightly for a moment, trying to ground himself more.
He trembles as tension rolls through him and a sharper moan escapes. Distress flares in the back of his mind even as he feels an orgasm building. Will it be enough? Will it just be a prelude to an incessant need for more?
The archmage tries to move faster, harder, as he seeks the precise angle that will push him to the edge.
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"I'm here," he says, breathless but firm. He hopes it conveys what he means--that he's going to take care of Yussa as long as he needs it, that he doesn't have to be alone, and that he is going to help him find out what caused this and fix it. Grasping his hip and the nape of his neck, he lifts his own hips from the bed to rock up into him as he feels him start to tighten, trying to find that angle he wants right along with him. "It's all right," he repeats, "let me help you feel good. I love feeling you come, liebling, you know that I do."
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"You--you are always--"
He curses weakly and catches himself on the bed, trying not to collapse completely on Caleb as his body gives. As that delirious rush of pleasure turns into something more languid, so too does the way Yussa moves over top of his lover, slowing and losing all sense of desperation.
"--Good."
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Shaking a little himself and astonished by the passion shared between them, he reaches for Yussa as he collapses over him, wrapping his arms around him and helping him to lay his smaller and lighter body down on him rather than try to support himself on the bed. His cock is red hot and throbbing as Yussa's hips slow to a lazier roll, and he whimpers, tucking his face against the other man's neck, at the last word he sighs out, the kind of praise he strives for.
With his own quieter desperation, he pumps his hips up in little stutters, grinding into Yussa's cunt as he comes down from his peak. His body and mind are tired still, and he doesn't have the will to keep himself from chasing his orgasm too. It feels pulled out of him with a gasp and then a low groan as he spills with each little grind, holding Yussa close against him, hips still rolling.
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Yussa's fingers tighten and there's an echoing squeeze around Caleb's cock as if he might milk the man of whatever he has left. He stays exactly where he is, held in place by the arms around him and the cock buried in his aching cunt. He pants for breath and rests his head against Caleb's. Then he lifts it and finds his lover's mouth in an uncoordinated, slick kiss. A reward, or gratitude.
He murmurs a soft, delirious curse as they part again, both of them needing to breathe. Yussa bumps his brow against Caleb's, eyes closed as he strokes the other man's loose hair.
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Coming down is wonderfully slow and comfortable, almost like slipping back into sleep. But he doesn't, knowing that if Yussa was this worked up, he'll need him still. Already he finds he misses the breathy moans he continued to fuck out of him. Brow to brow, Caleb lets their lips brush again, soft as a sigh.
"You make me wish I could do this all night," he whispers with a gentle curl of his mouth. Yussa will find that as amusing as he does soon enough, he thinks.
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"Be careful with that wish," he murmurs, voice heavy. His hand slides over Caleb's cheek to guide him into another kiss, more coordinated this time, more gentle. Yussa does not expect the calm to last for long, but he stays where he is even as Caleb softens. He can't decide if it will help or hinder to move, and he debates that for several long moments before he finds the strength to push himself up.
Lacking his usual grace, he sort of falls off to Caleb's side, still half draped across the other man.
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"You just tell me when you are ready for more," he murmurs affectionately. "I am not out of tricks yet."
The shift as he reaches for his component pouch, left laying on the night table on his side, is obvious. Caleb doesn't have to look to reach inside and find what he needs, knowing the position of each item inside by memory. The piece of obsidian he plucks out is cool against his fingers, the raw edges still rough, and large enough to fill the center of his palm. This is a spell he has cast only a handful of times, and he goes over it again in his head as his other hand continues to stroke pensively over Yussa's thigh.
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Yussa moves, but he keeps his leg where it is as he rests more against Caleb's side. He strokes absent patterns over his lover's chest and it's likely Caleb will recognize some of then.
"Tell me about how you've been, what you've been doing."
He likes Caleb's voice and he does genuinely want to know these things. Maybe the conversation won't get far as his body works up again, but if they have a moment, he'll take it.
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Fondly, he noses into Yussa's hair and presses a kiss to the top of his head as he tracks the shapes he traces against his chest, silently noting the familiar ones. He responds by tracing answering or related glyphs and sigils against Yussa's thigh as he talks, gladly filling him in on recent happenings in his life. He outlines the start of the new spell he's working on, relays tales of the Nein Yussa sees less frequently, gossip from Rexxentrum, and stories from his classroom, which Yussa always seems to find amusing.
Despite the circumstances, Caleb is happy to be laying in Yussa's bed in the middle of the night, holding him as they talk. Sleep is less important than how the moonlight plays over his skin, or watching the quirk of his lips when Caleb relates the chaos of the day he'd taught his first years Message.
"I had to confiscate every copper wire in the room before we could get anything else done," he says, clearly tickled by his students' enthusiasm. "Truly, I did not know if I would be suited to teaching, but I have enjoyed it a great deal so far."
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A smirk flickers across his mouth through the story about teaching his students Message. Yussa can well imagine the chaos.
"There is a reason I only ever took on one student at a time." With distance in between each one. Decades, at least. But hearing the fond exasperation in Caleb's voice is nice, and it reminds Yussa that there are those out there who do good work. It also has his thoughts turning toward something he might be able to do in the near future. Maybe. But he doesn't need to think about it just now.
The caress of warm, rough fingers over his bare skin has stoked the glowing embers of his arousal. It takes barely anything to make his arousal flare up again and he stifles a quiet sound as Caleb's touch strokes higher along his side, just under the small swell of his breast. Gods, when this is over he won't want anything to touch him for a month.
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Another time, maybe. He can feel Yussa twitch against him and just hears the barest hint of a noise that he refuses to allow past his lips. He lets his thumb follow the curve of his breast more deliberately. "Again?" he asks kindly, his expression softening with sympathy. "It's okay. We'll make this a good one and maybe it will last, ja?" Wishful thinking, but what can he do but try to be encouraging and attempt to make this feel pleasurable for Yussa in the meantime?
Caleb is gentle when he leans down to kiss the man he's gathered against his side, pressing his lips first to his forehead and then his mouth, where even the sweep of his tongue is tender and slow. His hand slides further to cup his breast, soft and warm a perfect fit for his palm, and knead it lightly. The cool weight of the obsidian fills his other palm in contrast. He'll put it away soon--as soon as the spell is cast, anyway. Currently he's preoccupied by quiet kissing, making an attempt to ease Yussa back into this more naturally.
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