If his mouth weren't so busy, Caleb would grin as Yussa's composure finally breaks enough for his reading to suffer, panting breaths between long pauses while he attempts to collect himself.
There is plenty in the scene Yussa reads to be inspired by. Caleb slowly slides a second finger inside him to fill his tight passage, leaving his mouth free to trail over his soft skin and suck marks sharply onto his inner thighs. For not having tentacles or suckers, he is enjoying mimicking the effects as he listens to Yussa's narration.
Yussa moans again, cutting himself off as he bows forward, and Caleb hums low against his thigh as he gives another hard suck. He drinks in the sight of Yussa like this, flushed and panting and distractedly holding onto his book as his hair falls over his face. He's ridiculously, effortlessly sexy, and suddenly Caleb can't wait any longer to make him come.
With two fingers stroking deep into his cunt, Caleb licks a wide stripe through Yussa's folds and closes his lips around his clit, sucking roughly.
If Caleb hadn't already been inside him tonight, he might feel more of a stretch. As it is, even if he still feels snug to the other man, Yussa accepts two fingers easily. Slick walls squeeze around them and Yussa is reduced to more ragged breaths as Caleb's mouth moves over his inner thighs, sucking little marks onto tender skin. Muscles tense and shiver under Caleb's mouth and Yussa hiccups on his next breath.
He manages to read another line or two, but does not manage to finish the last sentence when Caleb's mouth closes around his clit. His hips jerk and he moans heavily. It seems his patron has decided to pursue the first orgasm with gusto. After being worked up slow and steady for so long, Caleb probably doesn't have to do much more work now that all his will is bent to it.
Tension makes him tremble as he braces his forearms against the bed. He tries to meet the thrust of his lover's fingers as every firm suck sends a shock of pleasure through him. He swears he throbs in Caleb's mouth and certainly around his fingers. It is such a sudden change from the slow and gentle touches he'd been treated to that Yussa doesn't feel capable of resisting the wave rising in him. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that Caleb would suddenly decide to go hard.
One hand flies down to grip Caleb's hair as if that will ground him any better than clutching the blanket will. He curls toward Caleb as the wave of his pleasure breaks through him with his first orgasm of--however many Caleb intends to give him in this particular exercise.
As expected, it doesn't take long. Caleb's patience, and then his impatience, is rewarded as Yussa curls forward more, gasping has he comes. Caleb feels him throb against his tongue, around his fingers, and gives a low, throaty moan that vibrates up through Yussa's skin. His fingers continue to curl and stroke, but his mouth gentles as Yussa's tension begins to ebb, sharp suction giving way to slow, indulgent swipes of tongue over the hot, hard shape of his clit.
Eventually, he stops all together. He listens to Yussa's ragged breathing, feels the lingering squeeze of his passage around his fingers just as he'd felt it around his cock about thirty-five minutes ago, as Yussa's greedy body takes all the pleasure it can wring from him and keeps it there in his core, so easily coaxed out again.
Yussa's own wetness rubs across his inner thigh as Caleb trails kisses and gentle bites down again, first one side, then the other. He catches the other man's eye as he nuzzles into his soft skin with the rough prickle of his stubble.
"I like this book," he says, warm and low and a little smug. "You should read more, Herr Yussa."
Yussa pants for air as Caleb's mouth leaves his clit in favor of biting and kissing his thighs. Muscles tremble under his teeth and Yussa finds himself grateful for a moment to just wallow in the pleasure coursing through him. When Caleb started like that, he hadn't been sure what to expect: would he stop at one? Would he try to drive Yussa immediately into a second?
His gaze comes back into focus and he looks down at the other man, stubble prickling against the tender skin of his thigh. He can hear the smug satisfaction in his lover's voice; any other night, he might try to answer it with something imperious of his own, or remind Caleb of his place. Tonight? He's earned that look.
"Shall I?" he answers, less breathless than he was a moment ago. He pushes his hair back in a half-hearted attempt to look more pulled together than he feels as he pushes himself back into the comfortable position he'd been lounging in before. Yussa absently casts Mage Hand to pour himself another glass of wine; the hand sets it on a tray and delivers that to the bed. Yussa takes a deeper drink of the wine than he might normally, then clears his throat and finds where he'd left off in the book - he'd kept one hand splayed over the pages to keep it open.
He glances back down at the man between his thighs, a smirk of his own flickering to life before he turns his full attention back to the book.
As Yussa begins to read again, he draws his composure around him rather like the beautiful sheer robe he was dressed in earlier. While it serves to obscure just enough to tantalize, Caleb can still see through it.
Continuing to kiss and nip at the inside of Yussa's thighs, Caleb gives the other man the chance to regain his voice and enjoy the sweet slow fade after his orgasm, while he gives his tongue and his jaw a break. The fingers still rubbing inside him won't allow him to come back down completely. He has roughly thirty minutes remaining of his self-imposed time limit of an hour. Teasing two more orgasms out of his lover in that time is well within his ability.
The sun sets late this time of year, but with the deep golden light streaming in through the open balcony doors casting longer and longer shadows, Caleb guesses that it will be nearly dark by the time his hour is up. Maybe he'll ask for a glass of wine for himself.
A good ten minutes passes this way, with Caleb listening to Yussa's narration of a very intriguing smutty novel and gradually working his way back to licking between his folds. Between the bruises now blooming on his thighs and the ones left on his breasts, Caleb imagines that Yussa the courtesan will certainly need healing before his next visit with a client. Unless they're into that sort of thing. Even the idea of another man seeing his marks on Yussa's body brings a flood of heat. He has no claim to this incredible man beyond tonight, yet the fantasy persists.
When he pulls his fingers out to press a third in alongside them, Yussa takes it as easily as he should after having Caleb's cock inside him barely forty minutes ago. He changes the pattern he's established, dragging his fingers out further and pressing them back in deeper in long thrusts angled to stroke along his walls. The wet heat and fluttering tension around his fingers brings Caleb right back to where he was an hour ago, thrilled by the thought of feeling the tight cunt he paid so much for slowly worked open on his cock. The arousal he feels now is very physical; he's been aware of his cock beginning to fill out again for some time. He's timed this pretty well, he thinks.
Yussa settles back into reading with little trouble, even as Caleb's fingers stroke the soft walls of his cunt while he does. He manages to get through the chapter before Caleb's tongue returns to the equation, stroking up through swollen, slick folds. Pale lashes flutter, but he does not falter just yet.
Even when Caleb adds a third finger, Yussa's voice wavers only a little. The long, deep thrust of his fingers builds the heat that's been simmering inside him and Yussa takes a deeper breath, but there's no use: his pulse quickens. Unbidden, he thinks of Caleb's arousal - surely it's been long enough for him to get hard again. Yussa restrains a little moan when Caleb's fingers stroke against him just right. Gods, this man forgets nothing. He tries to keep his hips still, allowing Caleb to work him up however he sees fit. Maybe he does rock towards his lover once or twice, subtly encouraging him.
Yussa has reached a chapter in which the protagonist of the story is being held captive by the now enamored beast that ravaged them previously. Kept in a cavern, the beast returns frequently to play with its new toy, exploring every inch of them. In the current scene, the beast has worked two of its dexterous tentacles into its captive's cunt while another prods at their mouth until lips part. The tentacle slides into their mouth, stroking over their tongue. Yet another teases past the tight ring of their ass, the creature apparently intent on filling every part of them.
Another soft, strained moan rises in the back of his throat the next time he feels the heat of Caleb's mouth.
The sex scenes get more salacious still, and it's clear that Yussa is reacting to both Caleb's touch and the content of the book, growing steadily more aroused again. When he moans as Caleb parts his folds with a long, slow lick, Caleb withdraws to speak before he can catch his breath again to continue reading.
"You enjoy that idea, don't you? Being filled in every way you can be filled, all at once," he taunts, voice pitched low, "used by a creature so intent on its own pleasure that yours is a merely a trivial side effect?"
Three fingers sink deep into Yussa's cunt again and again, the sound wet and lewd, before he slides them out completely, dripping.
"I am capable of that, you know. Transmutation is my specialty." Ensuring he's caught Yussa's eye, Caleb's lips curl, smug and knowing. "Though if I were to use a ninth-level spell to fulfill your fantasies, I think you should be the one paying me."
Fingers wet with Yussa's own arousal now circle his ass instead, and Caleb laps contentedly at his clit between rumbling murmurs.
"So tonight I will have you as I please. In any way I want, as much as I want. But that is close enough, ja?"
Yussa is always delighted when Caleb can say something that is enough to make him blush at his age. The young man finds ways to surprise him, and he does now as he murmurs filthy promises. He can't help the way his cunt throbs at the possibility of Caleb using such a spell for his entertainment. Again. The warmth in his face makes him feel light-headed, but it is the way Caleb fucks him that draws another soft moan from him.
"Ah--yes, I am aware, Herr Widogast, that you are a transmutation master." Yussa wets his lips and his breath catches in his throat as his lover's slick fingers rub between his cheeks, teasing over the tight hole there as his tongue lavishes attention on his clit. Yussa bows his head, momentarily overcome by the promise that Caleb will use him any way and as much as he wants. The younger man's smug confidence is always attractive, especially when he has the skill to back it up.
"Yes," he breathes. "Yes, I think that--that will give a very close approximation. Shall I continue?"
He waits for the affirmation from Caleb before he tries to find where he left off. Yussa suspects it is about to get more difficult if Caleb intends to have his ass, too. But he will keep it going for as long as he can - surely part of Caleb's pleasure is in making his voice falter.
Yussa again calls him Herr Widogast, which he can't help smiling about. "Caleb," he insists with evident amusement. "While I am in your bed, at least."
His fingers are dripping already with Yussa's arousal, but Caleb whispers the short phrase for prestidigitation to make them completely soaked as he rubs between his cheeks, coating his tight entrance generously. He's pleased by how breathless his lover sounds when he asks to continue.
"Ja, please," he encourages. "I would like to hear more." He is especially eager to hear how Yussa is affected by his touch, as he is sure he well knows.
It isn't long after he begins again that Caleb really gets back to work. His mouth lowers again to his clit, licking and licking over the hot, hard swell of it with the flat of his tongue as he slowly but confidently presses his middle finger into his ass, easing past the tension at his well-coated entrance. There is no hesitation before he begins to fuck him like that, dragging his finger in and out at a slow but steady pace as Yussa describes the ravishing of his book's protagonist, each and every one of their holes filled by a thick, flexible tentacle.
Yussa is hot and soft inside, and fucking him the way never fails to thrill him. Caleb's cock is stiffening quickly, which means he needs to double down on making his lover come. Thankfully, that was already his intent.
"Caleb," he echoes, soft and breathy. Yussa stares at the text for a moment, trying to recall where he was as Caleb's tongue returns to his clit. His pale lashes flutter and Yussa tries to restrain a moan as Caleb pushes a slick finger into him and immediately begins to fuck him. It takes him a moment to find his voice again, but he manages to start reading and only falters a few times as he continues reading the scene that is vivid with well-written, explicit detail.
Yussa can feel his cunt throb and he struggles to keep still as Caleb sucks and licks and fucks with all the confidence of experience. Or entitlement. It gets harder to concentrate and Yussa is quietly panting as he reads, determined to keep going as long as he can. He's quite certain Caleb will enjoy making him falter, and he wants the younger man to feel like he's earned that. And gods, he has.
Whenever Caleb decides to add another finger, Yussa moans and heat rolls through him. He can feel the stretch and for a moment his gaze glazes over - he can't focus on the words on the page, never mind managing to read them out loud.
The book is really quite imaginative. It's almost a shame that he is primarily concentrating on other things. He'll have to borrow it from Yussa after this to give it his full attention. But it certainly makes for compelling inspiration in the moment, as Caleb listens for the hitches in Yussa's breath and the long pauses between words that tell him he is on the right track.
Pressing a generously oiled ring finger into his ass alongside the first finally seems to divert him entirely. He does so with care, of course, knowing how long it has been, but he knows Yussa's body well enough by now that he doesn't need to be hesitant or overly cautious. He takes Yussa with intent, burying his fingers past one knuckle, then the wider stretch of the next, until he could cup his palm up and have it cover Yussa's folds entirely, should he move enough to give his wrist the right angle. That's an idea he'll hold onto.
From where he is, Caleb's unoccupied hand shoves Yussa's thighs wider, gazing up at the glorious sight of him. Dark, blown-wide pupils in golden eyes. Intelligence hiding behind both a feigned and a sincere submission. All of him trembling, sweating. Now is the time, isn't it?
While holding that gaze, Caleb spreads him with thumb and forefinger and licks a line up his slit with the entire wide flat of his tongue, sweeping between his folds, dragging long and luxurious. Perhaps he goes a little wild with it, moaning into him, sucking at his swollen, sensitive flesh and drinking in the musk and the salt and the heady brightness of his taste. Yussa's body is petite, after all; there isn't too much surface area to cover. Caleb buries his tongue in his cunt and lets the bridge of his nose do the work of nudging at his clit.
All the while, the pair of fingers working his ass open thrust in and out at a comparatively moderate pace until the motion becomes smooth, relatively unimpeded. Then that speeds up too, just a little for now.
A low whimper catches in his throat as Caleb fucks him with two fingers, stretching him further, filling him perfectly. Yussa stares at the book but can no longer read the words, uncomprehending as he's worked open.
Yussa catches the look on Caleb's face right before the other man spreads him open and dives him. He cries out, unable to resist as his lover fucks him with tongue and fingers. The pressure from the bridge of his nose has Yussa trying to rock his hips, mindlessly chasing the pleasure Caleb has decided to overwhelm him with. Apparently it's time to make him come again.
There is something urgently attractive about the way Caleb shoves his thighs further apart. He lays there, panting hard as his lover fucks his ass and his cunt until both are easy, sucking and licking until soft walls are fluttering and squeezing. Yussa cannot resist the sudden spike in his pleasure as Caleb pushes him hard toward another orgasm. Yussa's thighs tremble with tension and he arches toward the younger man's mouth and fingers until that wave inside him breaks. His body shakes with the release and he grabs at Caleb, whatever part of him he can reach as he tightens around Caleb's tongue and his fingers.
Yussa pants hard for breath, sweat gleaming on his warm, flushed skin. He whispers breathlessly in Elvish, and even in another tongue he sounds incoherent.
It's addictive, honestly, the way Yussa reacts to his more concentrated attention, crying out and panting, shaking, squeezing around him as his back arches. Making him come apart, pushing him toward a higher peak of pleasure, brings on the most incredible high. He pushes and pushes, and eventually his lover gives in. From one moment to the next his body tightens like a spring, quaking. Caleb moans into his cunt and, as breathless Elvish falls from Yussa's lips, he gives his folds a sloppy parting lick and pushes himself up, bracing his arm on the bed for leverage, and keeps fucking his ass.
He holds his weight with that arm while his other hand fingers Yussa endlessly, fast and easy, sweeping in and out of his slicked hole with wet snaps. Hovering over him, above him, angles his wrist up. The result is his palm connecting in a percussive wet smack over the majority of his folds each time he buries his fingers. The spread of his legs is such that the impact reaches all the way from his clit to his sore, empty cunt.
Though half of his face is amess with slick, Caleb still leans down and captures Yussa's lips in a kiss. Laying over him, fingers working him brutally, Caleb sucks his lower lip into his mouth.
A stronger, fuller swat with his palm is resolved by a sympathetic rub over hot, sensitive folds; his hand is so large over Yussa's slit, given his size, that the act of cupping him or sliding over him is hardly an effort. He doesn't give him any reprieve for having just come, nor any other stimulation; only the relentless thrust of his middle and ring fingers in his ass and the sharp smack of his hand against all of his most tender parts, with a rhythm only he can predict.
Yussa can't help the whine that escapes him when Caleb's mouth leaves him with a final suck. Gods, he feels the loss sharply, but he isn't really given time to protest. He grabs at the arm that Caleb is bracing his weight on, clinging to him, and as the younger man catches his bottom lip. He moans against Caleb's mouth when he tastes himself there.
The smack of Caleb's palm against his cunt earns a sharp cry. Yussa's hips jerk and his thighs strain further apart as the younger man keeps after him, fucking steadily as Caleb moves to lean over him. He stares up at his lover, almost uncomprehending as little shocks spark through him.
His voice rises into a louder sound as Caleb gives a harder smack on the next thrust of his fingers. Yussa's breath comes in ragged, panting gasps; he can't speak, can't beg for reprieve or escalation. The pressure against his swollen folds, his clit, has him caught between trying to push closer and escape every slap.
"Ah--" He tries to clamp his thighs together around the man between them, and it's hard to tell if he's trying to stop the overwhelming onslaught or keep it going. The pace is unforgiving and Yussa feels like he's going to shake apart. "Caleb, please--"
Somehow, over and over each time they do this, Yussa manages to be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. It's an honor, a privilege, to be trusted to take him apart this way, to bring him to a place where he can only react and cry out, can only take what he's given, a livewire of sensation where his shaking, jerking, clenching body is out of his own control, where he can't decide if he needs more or less, but loves it all the same. His dark, tattooed skin is bright with sweat, glinting with gold chain, the styling of his short pale hair utterly ruined, the lovely gold painted precisely over his lips smeared across and around his gasping mouth.
Caleb did this to him, and Yussa could stop it in a moment if he wanted to. He could end it with an agreed-upon word or a flash of light from a cantrip either of them could produce as easily as breathing, but he doesn't. He wants this. Tonight's fantasy is about Yussa giving himself to Caleb in every way, making himself a thing to be both treasured and used, and giving Caleb permission to pursue his own pleasure without guilt through the conceit of buying something he has worked to earn.
Perhaps another night he would pause or slow when Yussa's thighs close reflexively, when he pleads to him, a sign that the intensity is getting to him. (Another night, he likely wouldn't have done this at all.) But tonight, in this role, Caleb pulls his soaked hand from between Yussa's twitching legs and pushes them apart again, more firmly than the first time. When Yussa is fully exposed to him again, his hand connects in a sharp, distinct slap over his swollen cunt, and he pushes those two fingers back into his ass without pause to resume an unrelenting pace.
"What is it, schatz?" he rasps, cruel with matter-of-factness; as if he isn’t at the same time fucking the life out of the man under him with one hand. Between his legs, his cock throbs, feeling hot as a branding iron, and just as hard. Soon--he'll get to that when Yussa is ready for him.
Any other night, Yussa is certain that Caleb would never--but that is what tonight is about. He has agreed to cede all control to his lover, to allow Caleb to explore things he might not otherwise attempt under the guise of having earned this. Under the fantasy that Yussa exists simply to fulfill his desires. It is control that Yussa rarely gives up - his position during sex rarely has anything to do with the authority he wields in and out of the bedroom. Caleb has earned that privilege, and Yussa agreed to this, in part, because of the curiosity to see what it would yield.
Gods, he could not quite have predicted this, even with all they have done together. Yussa regrets nothing.
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb pulls his fingers free so that he can shove Yussa's thighs apart again, far less patient than before. That alone makes his cunt throb and he nearly chokes on his next gasping breath as Caleb lands another slap between his legs. Yussa rarely invites rough handling, but he may begin to rethink that after this, should the mood strike either of them. The pain-pleasure sends a shock through him and he cannot stop the whine that escapes him as Caleb's fingers push back into his ass. His thighs tense, but he manages to keep from closing his legs again - Caleb has made himself very clear.
He can hear the other man's voice; Yussa isn't sure he could provide a coherent answer now if he wanted to. He clutches Caleb's arm tightly, blunt nails digging against him as he's pushed higher. Yussa's hips writhe as he's overwhelmed by Caleb's unrelenting fingers. It's never been quite like this before, and the novelty of it is as exciting as learning what Caleb is capable of. Gold-smeared lips remain parted and Yussa sinks lower, slumping to the bed as he gives up on even the illusion of pulling away.
Laying between his legs, Caleb feels the tensing in Yussa's thighs when he instinctively wants to close them again, but fights that impulse to keep them open. Small as it is, that reaction is thrilling, because it means acceptance. Which in this scenario, with Yussa expressing no desire to the contrary, Caleb will take as encouragement.
Though he holds to Caleb's arm like a lifeline as his hips squirm up and down in purely reactive undulations, Yussa's body falls deeper into the bed, relinquishing even the façade of resistance. Caleb's head spins with the sense of control that gives him, power relinquished directly from Yussa to him.
His fingers pump into his ass and his hand connects forcefully each time, but there remains a difference, even if it is only in intent, between that and the slap the stirred a choking gasp from Yussa a moment ago--or the ones over his clit while he fucked him earlier. With no verbal response to his question, which Caleb decides he wants to pursue, he drives his fingers deep, then pulls them out again.
"You were about to say something, mein süsse." Another calm and stoic swat delivered to the vulnerable, sensitive splay of Yussa's slit from empty opening to stiff clit, patronizing and encouraging, followed closely by two more in quick succession: eins-zwei-drei. "Caleb, please what?"
The ease with which he can sink his fingers back into his ass does make his cock ache with anticipation.
The next time Caleb pulls his fingers out to smack across his cunt, Yussa yelps. It's the kind of helpless sound Caleb has not been privy to before now. He nearly tries to clamp his thighs together as Caleb does it twice more, the wet sound obscene as he slaps the tender, swollen folds and hard clit left exposed to his whims. Yussa's chest is heaving as he pants for breath and he feels lightheaded with the effort. What startles him most is how much it effects him: he feels on the edge again, aching and close. Clearly, he's meant to answer.
Even with that prompting, it takes Yussa a moment to properly find his voice. He manages to focus on Caleb, utterly dazed as the other man's fingers push back into him without any resistance. How easy he's become with his patron's diligent work.
"Please give me your cock," he pleads, voice heavy and strained. His cunt throbs from the firm impact of Caleb's strong, calloused hand and all Yussa can think about is his aching desire to be filled again even as Caleb's fingers fuck his ass. In his need, he offers no specifics - in the end, what happens next is up to Caleb, no matter what.
Though that noise from Yussa's mouth--completely unknown, utterly novel after somewhere near two years of frequently fantastic sex--causes Caleb's heart leaps in his chest with surprise, he manages to keep his reaction mostly internal, apart from his widened eyes and the stutter in his own breath. When Yussa turns his hazy gaze up at him, he schools his expression back to focused intent and genuine interest, eager to hear the words his overwhelmed lover is clearly struggling to produce.
Gods, he is so fucking beautiful. Caleb can't believe how lucky he is to be here with him now--whether after years of earning this man's trust, or months of dedicated work to earn the fifty gold on that table. The lines blur a little in the moment.
The effort to coerce that answer out of him turns out to be utterly worthwhile. The hunger for him that has been growing again steadily over the last hour turns ravenous when Yussa begs for his cock in a voice he can barely scrape together. The hot ache of his erection becomes something he can't ignore, and he is very aware of the tempting, soft heat of Yussa's body around his fingers.
"Oh, schatz," he whispers, the rasp of his voice hushed with adoration, with sympathy. "I will. Very soon," he encourages, "if you will just come for me again. I promised you three."
His fingers slide out and in again, and when his palm claps wetly over the entirety of his sore sex, he rubs with firm, soothing pressure over his cunt, grinding the heel of his hand against his swollen clit and his calloused palm over his sensitive entrance, all the more aware of that emptiness after Yussa pleaded to be filled.
Yussa makes a low, resigned sound that might be misery if not for the way his body tightens around Caleb's fingers. His hips jump as his lover's hand curls to press against his aching, flushed cunt, rubbing and grinding in a way that makes Yussa's head spin. He gives in then, mindlessly chasing the pleasure of that friction and that of Caleb's fingers working in and out of him. This isn't the first time Caleb has reduced him to this, and yet it's still different from all those previous occasions. Perhaps it's because it's under the auspices of this fantasy, the little reality they've created for themselves for the night. Whatever it is, Yussa feels it intensely. He is utterly swept up in his lover's effortless authority, the slight cruel streak that he's never seen this clearly applied to delicious effect.
Another, Caleb says, and Yussa realizes deliriously that they must have been at this for an hour now if his lover says he promised three. With Caleb's insistence, Yussa doesn't resist the rising crest inside him and he shudders beneath the younger man when it crashes. He moans, thighs straining apart as his orgasm rushes through him in waves of tension. Tight walls squeeze around Caleb's fingers and he feels the rhythmic throb of his empty cunt bearing down around nothing. The drag of Caleb's palm over his twitching entrance is the worst tease, but Yussa does not have the wherewithal - or permission - to put his own fingers inside himself.
Yussa lays there, panting and trembling and of half a mind to try to pull away, but he doesn't have the strength for it at the moment. And, more importantly, he is Caleb's. Slowly, his hand goes weak and drops from Caleb's arm and the other releases the tight grip he's had on the blankets beneath them.
Caleb knows he is being a little mean, even beyond the pain-pleasure of the smacks he's rained over Yussa's cunt. Forcing him to come like this, pushing him to a peak with denial as much as stimulation, is hardly the sort of nice, satisfying orgasm he normally enjoys providing, the sort that leaves Yussa sated and smiling. But for this, with the rest of the night ahead of them, he doesn't want to leave Yussa satisfied again just yet. He wants him to come and realize he is still aching. Still empty and desperate to be filled.
Watching and feeling his lover's orgasm shudder through him in a wave of twitching tension has a very similar effect on Caleb, honestly. It's a triumph, an accomplishment that makes him dizzy with the knowledge of his own influence, but he is still aching for more.
"You are incredible," Caleb praises with that same hushed reverence, palm rubbing slowly over his throbbing cunt one last time before he withdraws his hand completely, sliding his slick fingers with savoring slowness from the stretched rim of his ass. He kisses Yussa's brow, beaded with sweat, and with his aching arm, pushes himself up until he is kneeling between Yussa's wide-spread thighs.
He looks fucked-out, his thin chest heaving with panting breaths, his muscles still shaking. Caleb gazes down at him, the dark, unfocused look of his eyes, with a unique appreciation, the sort of pride he's felt upon taking Yussa apart before. But then, usually, they were finished. Tonight they are very much not. Perhaps he should allow a little more rest, more of a reprieve--but Yussa asked for his cock, and he said he'd have it. And Caleb, seized with a sort of possessiveness he rarely feels, isn't content to stop here. Warring with his natural concern about being overbearing is a raw desire to have what is his. He made Yussa like this, so he wants him like this, while he is still twitching, throbbing, loose-limbed and helpless.
"Gods, I had no idea you would be so perfect," he murmurs, and kisses the inside of a trembling knee. His slick hand slides between his own legs, breath hitching audibly as he strokes his heavy cock with Yussa's wetness. When he notices Yussa's book on the bed, pages askew after being dropped from limp fingers, he reaches for it with his clean hand and fixes it, closing it with care and moving it aside.
The praise washes over him as Caleb withdraws his fingers. The kiss to his brow is sweet compared to everything else and Yussa tries to regain some focus as Caleb pushes himself up. Yussa feels utterly weak, and on any other night, this would be the end of things, or very near to it. But he can feel the way Caleb is looking at him now, and when he peers up, he catches the dark intensity in his lover's eyes. Despite having three orgasms wrung out of him - two in quick succession - he feels a shiver inside him when he recognizes the possessive edge to Caleb's gaze and his touch.
Whether part of the fantasy or a hint at something not often allowed out, it's exciting. So often Caleb holds himself back, or defers to Yussa's pleasure and desire. Yussa doesn't think his lover is unsatisfied, but that is not the same thing as finding the freedom to explore something that may not usually occur to him. In the same way he has trusted Caleb to fuck him while he's trancing, he trusts Caleb tonight.
Yussa's thigh tenses briefly as Caleb's lips brush against his knee and he realizes that Caleb is stroking himself with the oil and Yussa's own slick that's left on hand. He lolls his head to look at the book as Caleb plucks it up and sets it aside, ensuring that it will not fall victim to any vigorous use.
He looks up at his lover, and he might seem placid if not for the rise and fall of his chest. But his golden eyes are intent with longing for him, with the need he expressed just moments ago: he feels achingly empty and he wants Caleb's cock, even if it pushes him beyond his usual limits.
"I--I could not have predicted you," he admits, dazed but slightly more coherent. That much is true across all things: he could not have anticipated someone like Caleb Widogast would be among the strange group that stumbled into his home some years ago; he could not have predicted that a patron like Caleb would be so skilled, and so willing to use that skill here with him, a man he's paid for.
Darkness has finally taken the street outside the Chateau, and washed over Yussa's suite as well, with the exception of a few lamps he must have lit earlier. Caleb can still see him well enough, but he wouldn't mind a little more light. Still, he waits on that request; the quiet twilight seems appropriate to the moment, the soft shadows pooling over Yussa's tired body highlighting the gentle curves and smooth planes of his form. Caleb can imagine sinking into him and losing himself. As his hand moves over his cock, he does imagine it.
Meeting the other man's eyes all but steals his breath again. They are dark and gold and far more fixed than they were even a minute ago, and he can read there the shared need he also feels, the one he intentionally meant to inspire. It would be irresponsible of him to leave Yussa wanting this way. He knows he is making excuses to himself, justifying the intensity of his own darker desire. But if the result is the same, and equally wanted, then what does it matter?
The steadier sound of Yussa's voice confirms his resolve. He smiles softly, shadows deepening the lines around his blue eyes, painfully fond already of this man he ostensibly met only hours ago. But it seems Yussa might be equally surprised by him. Caleb--client Caleb, fantasy Caleb--did hope to leave a favorable impression on the man he's saved so much to lay with. He's looked forward to this for so long now, but even he couldn't know how well it would go.
"I am a welcome surprise, I hope," he replies, a little of that intensity simmering beneath the gentle rasp of his voice. "Let's give you what you asked for, ja?"
He helps Yussa move, his touch gentle but firm with that possessiveness he just can't seem to shake. Something about Yussa's soft state, his still trembling limbs and dazed slowness, pulls that chord in him. After giving three orgasms good enough to render him weak and pliable, something Yussa himself couldn't have predicted, he's earned his pleasure.
"Turn over for me, schatz," he urges kindly after he's helped to close and lower Yussa's legs back to the bed. After laying in this splayed position for so long, muscles tensing again and again, he assumes a change might be appreciated. He is there to assist, and to drag a pillow down for Yussa to lay his head on once he's arranged on his stomach, then another to slide beneath his hips so he won't have to hold himself up. Caleb's hand strokes down his spine, admiring again the way deepening shadows play over his skin. "Comfortable?" he wonders.
It is a great relief to find that the powerful feeling he is exploring has an aspect of kindness as well, interwoven with and just as intense as the darkness.
"A very welcome one," he answers. Perhaps it's unprofessional, but he thinks Caleb deserves to know that.
Yussa needs Caleb's help to move. Far from the graceful creature that welcomed Caleb into this room, Yussa is unsteady even as he rolls over, following the other man's guidance to get into the position Caleb wants. The bells on his ankles He finds himself terribly grateful that Caleb is not even asking him to stay on hands and knees, but allows him to settle on his belly with a pillow beneath his head and another beneath his hips. There are a variety of pillows to work with, some firmer some softer, and it isn't difficult to find something that will work for what Caleb wants.
He moves to spread his legs after he's settled and he breathes a soft sigh as Caleb's hand strokes down his back, following the lines of tattoos and gold chains. It is only then that Yussa realizes the sun has set and the room is darker. He makes a vague gesture and the lanterns brighten somewhat - the light is warm, but it will allow Caleb to see more without interrupting the mood or aesthetic. They can light more later, if he wishes.
He imagines he must make a fine display: the tattoos on the backs of his thighs drawing attention to the mess between them, propped up by the pillow.
"Yes, thank you," he says as he peers over his shoulder at the younger man.
Yussa brightens the warm glow of the lanterns just enough. It is getting darker by the minute, and the lovely half-light Caleb had been appreciating wouldn't have lasted long. This is perfect. Taking his own place between Yussa's legs, gracefully extended and spread, he smiles at his answer, meeting his eye. "Good. You look beautiful."
The compliment is an easy one to give to such a stunning man, he knows, but he is desperately convinced he means it with a deeper, more profound sincerity than other patrons who share Yussa's bed. Do any of them appreciate him as he does? Truly? Yussa admitted himself a moment ago that he is different in a good way from his usual clients. He'll carry that spark of encouragement with him until morning.
Caleb strokes himself with fresh oil as his other hand trails up the back of Yussa's thigh, tracing the tattoo there all the way up to the curve of his ass. His broad hand grips the soft flesh there and his thumb slides down to rub his hole, slick and yielding. Moving another half-inch forward, his knees meet the firm pillow lifting Yussa's hips, and with guidance the head of his cock parts the wet, swollen mess of his folds to nudge into the fluttering opening of his cunt. He must still be smarting and sore between his legs, Caleb would guess, from the rough and repeated smack of his hand only minutes ago.
But he is empty, too. And Caleb can't wait another moment to fill him.
His hips roll forward and his cock sinks in, self-indulgently slow so he can watch and feel the tight heat of his walls spreading, hear how slick the oil and Yussa's arousal have made their joining. Just that one steady thrust has him bottoming out easily, Caleb's hips against Yussa's ass and thigh against thigh. His eyes flutter closed for a long moment as he breathes harshly, scraped raw by how obscenely, intensely good his paid-for lover's throbbing cunt feels around his aching cock.
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There is plenty in the scene Yussa reads to be inspired by. Caleb slowly slides a second finger inside him to fill his tight passage, leaving his mouth free to trail over his soft skin and suck marks sharply onto his inner thighs. For not having tentacles or suckers, he is enjoying mimicking the effects as he listens to Yussa's narration.
Yussa moans again, cutting himself off as he bows forward, and Caleb hums low against his thigh as he gives another hard suck. He drinks in the sight of Yussa like this, flushed and panting and distractedly holding onto his book as his hair falls over his face. He's ridiculously, effortlessly sexy, and suddenly Caleb can't wait any longer to make him come.
With two fingers stroking deep into his cunt, Caleb licks a wide stripe through Yussa's folds and closes his lips around his clit, sucking roughly.
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He manages to read another line or two, but does not manage to finish the last sentence when Caleb's mouth closes around his clit. His hips jerk and he moans heavily. It seems his patron has decided to pursue the first orgasm with gusto. After being worked up slow and steady for so long, Caleb probably doesn't have to do much more work now that all his will is bent to it.
Tension makes him tremble as he braces his forearms against the bed. He tries to meet the thrust of his lover's fingers as every firm suck sends a shock of pleasure through him. He swears he throbs in Caleb's mouth and certainly around his fingers. It is such a sudden change from the slow and gentle touches he'd been treated to that Yussa doesn't feel capable of resisting the wave rising in him. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't that Caleb would suddenly decide to go hard.
One hand flies down to grip Caleb's hair as if that will ground him any better than clutching the blanket will. He curls toward Caleb as the wave of his pleasure breaks through him with his first orgasm of--however many Caleb intends to give him in this particular exercise.
"Oh gods--"
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Eventually, he stops all together. He listens to Yussa's ragged breathing, feels the lingering squeeze of his passage around his fingers just as he'd felt it around his cock about thirty-five minutes ago, as Yussa's greedy body takes all the pleasure it can wring from him and keeps it there in his core, so easily coaxed out again.
Yussa's own wetness rubs across his inner thigh as Caleb trails kisses and gentle bites down again, first one side, then the other. He catches the other man's eye as he nuzzles into his soft skin with the rough prickle of his stubble.
"I like this book," he says, warm and low and a little smug. "You should read more, Herr Yussa."
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His gaze comes back into focus and he looks down at the other man, stubble prickling against the tender skin of his thigh. He can hear the smug satisfaction in his lover's voice; any other night, he might try to answer it with something imperious of his own, or remind Caleb of his place. Tonight? He's earned that look.
"Shall I?" he answers, less breathless than he was a moment ago. He pushes his hair back in a half-hearted attempt to look more pulled together than he feels as he pushes himself back into the comfortable position he'd been lounging in before. Yussa absently casts Mage Hand to pour himself another glass of wine; the hand sets it on a tray and delivers that to the bed. Yussa takes a deeper drink of the wine than he might normally, then clears his throat and finds where he'd left off in the book - he'd kept one hand splayed over the pages to keep it open.
He glances back down at the man between his thighs, a smirk of his own flickering to life before he turns his full attention back to the book.
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Continuing to kiss and nip at the inside of Yussa's thighs, Caleb gives the other man the chance to regain his voice and enjoy the sweet slow fade after his orgasm, while he gives his tongue and his jaw a break. The fingers still rubbing inside him won't allow him to come back down completely. He has roughly thirty minutes remaining of his self-imposed time limit of an hour. Teasing two more orgasms out of his lover in that time is well within his ability.
The sun sets late this time of year, but with the deep golden light streaming in through the open balcony doors casting longer and longer shadows, Caleb guesses that it will be nearly dark by the time his hour is up. Maybe he'll ask for a glass of wine for himself.
A good ten minutes passes this way, with Caleb listening to Yussa's narration of a very intriguing smutty novel and gradually working his way back to licking between his folds. Between the bruises now blooming on his thighs and the ones left on his breasts, Caleb imagines that Yussa the courtesan will certainly need healing before his next visit with a client. Unless they're into that sort of thing. Even the idea of another man seeing his marks on Yussa's body brings a flood of heat. He has no claim to this incredible man beyond tonight, yet the fantasy persists.
When he pulls his fingers out to press a third in alongside them, Yussa takes it as easily as he should after having Caleb's cock inside him barely forty minutes ago. He changes the pattern he's established, dragging his fingers out further and pressing them back in deeper in long thrusts angled to stroke along his walls. The wet heat and fluttering tension around his fingers brings Caleb right back to where he was an hour ago, thrilled by the thought of feeling the tight cunt he paid so much for slowly worked open on his cock. The arousal he feels now is very physical; he's been aware of his cock beginning to fill out again for some time. He's timed this pretty well, he thinks.
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Even when Caleb adds a third finger, Yussa's voice wavers only a little. The long, deep thrust of his fingers builds the heat that's been simmering inside him and Yussa takes a deeper breath, but there's no use: his pulse quickens. Unbidden, he thinks of Caleb's arousal - surely it's been long enough for him to get hard again. Yussa restrains a little moan when Caleb's fingers stroke against him just right. Gods, this man forgets nothing. He tries to keep his hips still, allowing Caleb to work him up however he sees fit. Maybe he does rock towards his lover once or twice, subtly encouraging him.
Yussa has reached a chapter in which the protagonist of the story is being held captive by the now enamored beast that ravaged them previously. Kept in a cavern, the beast returns frequently to play with its new toy, exploring every inch of them. In the current scene, the beast has worked two of its dexterous tentacles into its captive's cunt while another prods at their mouth until lips part. The tentacle slides into their mouth, stroking over their tongue. Yet another teases past the tight ring of their ass, the creature apparently intent on filling every part of them.
Another soft, strained moan rises in the back of his throat the next time he feels the heat of Caleb's mouth.
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"You enjoy that idea, don't you? Being filled in every way you can be filled, all at once," he taunts, voice pitched low, "used by a creature so intent on its own pleasure that yours is a merely a trivial side effect?"
Three fingers sink deep into Yussa's cunt again and again, the sound wet and lewd, before he slides them out completely, dripping.
"I am capable of that, you know. Transmutation is my specialty." Ensuring he's caught Yussa's eye, Caleb's lips curl, smug and knowing. "Though if I were to use a ninth-level spell to fulfill your fantasies, I think you should be the one paying me."
Fingers wet with Yussa's own arousal now circle his ass instead, and Caleb laps contentedly at his clit between rumbling murmurs.
"So tonight I will have you as I please. In any way I want, as much as I want. But that is close enough, ja?"
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"Ah--yes, I am aware, Herr Widogast, that you are a transmutation master." Yussa wets his lips and his breath catches in his throat as his lover's slick fingers rub between his cheeks, teasing over the tight hole there as his tongue lavishes attention on his clit. Yussa bows his head, momentarily overcome by the promise that Caleb will use him any way and as much as he wants. The younger man's smug confidence is always attractive, especially when he has the skill to back it up.
"Yes," he breathes. "Yes, I think that--that will give a very close approximation. Shall I continue?"
He waits for the affirmation from Caleb before he tries to find where he left off. Yussa suspects it is about to get more difficult if Caleb intends to have his ass, too. But he will keep it going for as long as he can - surely part of Caleb's pleasure is in making his voice falter.
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His fingers are dripping already with Yussa's arousal, but Caleb whispers the short phrase for prestidigitation to make them completely soaked as he rubs between his cheeks, coating his tight entrance generously. He's pleased by how breathless his lover sounds when he asks to continue.
"Ja, please," he encourages. "I would like to hear more." He is especially eager to hear how Yussa is affected by his touch, as he is sure he well knows.
It isn't long after he begins again that Caleb really gets back to work. His mouth lowers again to his clit, licking and licking over the hot, hard swell of it with the flat of his tongue as he slowly but confidently presses his middle finger into his ass, easing past the tension at his well-coated entrance. There is no hesitation before he begins to fuck him like that, dragging his finger in and out at a slow but steady pace as Yussa describes the ravishing of his book's protagonist, each and every one of their holes filled by a thick, flexible tentacle.
Yussa is hot and soft inside, and fucking him the way never fails to thrill him. Caleb's cock is stiffening quickly, which means he needs to double down on making his lover come. Thankfully, that was already his intent.
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Yussa can feel his cunt throb and he struggles to keep still as Caleb sucks and licks and fucks with all the confidence of experience. Or entitlement. It gets harder to concentrate and Yussa is quietly panting as he reads, determined to keep going as long as he can. He's quite certain Caleb will enjoy making him falter, and he wants the younger man to feel like he's earned that. And gods, he has.
Whenever Caleb decides to add another finger, Yussa moans and heat rolls through him. He can feel the stretch and for a moment his gaze glazes over - he can't focus on the words on the page, never mind managing to read them out loud.
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Pressing a generously oiled ring finger into his ass alongside the first finally seems to divert him entirely. He does so with care, of course, knowing how long it has been, but he knows Yussa's body well enough by now that he doesn't need to be hesitant or overly cautious. He takes Yussa with intent, burying his fingers past one knuckle, then the wider stretch of the next, until he could cup his palm up and have it cover Yussa's folds entirely, should he move enough to give his wrist the right angle. That's an idea he'll hold onto.
From where he is, Caleb's unoccupied hand shoves Yussa's thighs wider, gazing up at the glorious sight of him. Dark, blown-wide pupils in golden eyes. Intelligence hiding behind both a feigned and a sincere submission. All of him trembling, sweating. Now is the time, isn't it?
While holding that gaze, Caleb spreads him with thumb and forefinger and licks a line up his slit with the entire wide flat of his tongue, sweeping between his folds, dragging long and luxurious. Perhaps he goes a little wild with it, moaning into him, sucking at his swollen, sensitive flesh and drinking in the musk and the salt and the heady brightness of his taste. Yussa's body is petite, after all; there isn't too much surface area to cover. Caleb buries his tongue in his cunt and lets the bridge of his nose do the work of nudging at his clit.
All the while, the pair of fingers working his ass open thrust in and out at a comparatively moderate pace until the motion becomes smooth, relatively unimpeded. Then that speeds up too, just a little for now.
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Yussa catches the look on Caleb's face right before the other man spreads him open and dives him. He cries out, unable to resist as his lover fucks him with tongue and fingers. The pressure from the bridge of his nose has Yussa trying to rock his hips, mindlessly chasing the pleasure Caleb has decided to overwhelm him with. Apparently it's time to make him come again.
There is something urgently attractive about the way Caleb shoves his thighs further apart. He lays there, panting hard as his lover fucks his ass and his cunt until both are easy, sucking and licking until soft walls are fluttering and squeezing. Yussa cannot resist the sudden spike in his pleasure as Caleb pushes him hard toward another orgasm. Yussa's thighs tremble with tension and he arches toward the younger man's mouth and fingers until that wave inside him breaks. His body shakes with the release and he grabs at Caleb, whatever part of him he can reach as he tightens around Caleb's tongue and his fingers.
Yussa pants hard for breath, sweat gleaming on his warm, flushed skin. He whispers breathlessly in Elvish, and even in another tongue he sounds incoherent.
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He holds his weight with that arm while his other hand fingers Yussa endlessly, fast and easy, sweeping in and out of his slicked hole with wet snaps. Hovering over him, above him, angles his wrist up. The result is his palm connecting in a percussive wet smack over the majority of his folds each time he buries his fingers. The spread of his legs is such that the impact reaches all the way from his clit to his sore, empty cunt.
Though half of his face is amess with slick, Caleb still leans down and captures Yussa's lips in a kiss. Laying over him, fingers working him brutally, Caleb sucks his lower lip into his mouth.
A stronger, fuller swat with his palm is resolved by a sympathetic rub over hot, sensitive folds; his hand is so large over Yussa's slit, given his size, that the act of cupping him or sliding over him is hardly an effort. He doesn't give him any reprieve for having just come, nor any other stimulation; only the relentless thrust of his middle and ring fingers in his ass and the sharp smack of his hand against all of his most tender parts, with a rhythm only he can predict.
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The smack of Caleb's palm against his cunt earns a sharp cry. Yussa's hips jerk and his thighs strain further apart as the younger man keeps after him, fucking steadily as Caleb moves to lean over him. He stares up at his lover, almost uncomprehending as little shocks spark through him.
His voice rises into a louder sound as Caleb gives a harder smack on the next thrust of his fingers. Yussa's breath comes in ragged, panting gasps; he can't speak, can't beg for reprieve or escalation. The pressure against his swollen folds, his clit, has him caught between trying to push closer and escape every slap.
"Ah--" He tries to clamp his thighs together around the man between them, and it's hard to tell if he's trying to stop the overwhelming onslaught or keep it going. The pace is unforgiving and Yussa feels like he's going to shake apart. "Caleb, please--"
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Caleb did this to him, and Yussa could stop it in a moment if he wanted to. He could end it with an agreed-upon word or a flash of light from a cantrip either of them could produce as easily as breathing, but he doesn't. He wants this. Tonight's fantasy is about Yussa giving himself to Caleb in every way, making himself a thing to be both treasured and used, and giving Caleb permission to pursue his own pleasure without guilt through the conceit of buying something he has worked to earn.
Perhaps another night he would pause or slow when Yussa's thighs close reflexively, when he pleads to him, a sign that the intensity is getting to him. (Another night, he likely wouldn't have done this at all.) But tonight, in this role, Caleb pulls his soaked hand from between Yussa's twitching legs and pushes them apart again, more firmly than the first time. When Yussa is fully exposed to him again, his hand connects in a sharp, distinct slap over his swollen cunt, and he pushes those two fingers back into his ass without pause to resume an unrelenting pace.
"What is it, schatz?" he rasps, cruel with matter-of-factness; as if he isn’t at the same time fucking the life out of the man under him with one hand. Between his legs, his cock throbs, feeling hot as a branding iron, and just as hard. Soon--he'll get to that when Yussa is ready for him.
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Gods, he could not quite have predicted this, even with all they have done together. Yussa regrets nothing.
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb pulls his fingers free so that he can shove Yussa's thighs apart again, far less patient than before. That alone makes his cunt throb and he nearly chokes on his next gasping breath as Caleb lands another slap between his legs. Yussa rarely invites rough handling, but he may begin to rethink that after this, should the mood strike either of them. The pain-pleasure sends a shock through him and he cannot stop the whine that escapes him as Caleb's fingers push back into his ass. His thighs tense, but he manages to keep from closing his legs again - Caleb has made himself very clear.
He can hear the other man's voice; Yussa isn't sure he could provide a coherent answer now if he wanted to. He clutches Caleb's arm tightly, blunt nails digging against him as he's pushed higher. Yussa's hips writhe as he's overwhelmed by Caleb's unrelenting fingers. It's never been quite like this before, and the novelty of it is as exciting as learning what Caleb is capable of. Gold-smeared lips remain parted and Yussa sinks lower, slumping to the bed as he gives up on even the illusion of pulling away.
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Though he holds to Caleb's arm like a lifeline as his hips squirm up and down in purely reactive undulations, Yussa's body falls deeper into the bed, relinquishing even the façade of resistance. Caleb's head spins with the sense of control that gives him, power relinquished directly from Yussa to him.
His fingers pump into his ass and his hand connects forcefully each time, but there remains a difference, even if it is only in intent, between that and the slap the stirred a choking gasp from Yussa a moment ago--or the ones over his clit while he fucked him earlier. With no verbal response to his question, which Caleb decides he wants to pursue, he drives his fingers deep, then pulls them out again.
"You were about to say something, mein süsse." Another calm and stoic swat delivered to the vulnerable, sensitive splay of Yussa's slit from empty opening to stiff clit, patronizing and encouraging, followed closely by two more in quick succession: eins-zwei-drei. "Caleb, please what?"
The ease with which he can sink his fingers back into his ass does make his cock ache with anticipation.
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Even with that prompting, it takes Yussa a moment to properly find his voice. He manages to focus on Caleb, utterly dazed as the other man's fingers push back into him without any resistance. How easy he's become with his patron's diligent work.
"Please give me your cock," he pleads, voice heavy and strained. His cunt throbs from the firm impact of Caleb's strong, calloused hand and all Yussa can think about is his aching desire to be filled again even as Caleb's fingers fuck his ass. In his need, he offers no specifics - in the end, what happens next is up to Caleb, no matter what.
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Gods, he is so fucking beautiful. Caleb can't believe how lucky he is to be here with him now--whether after years of earning this man's trust, or months of dedicated work to earn the fifty gold on that table. The lines blur a little in the moment.
The effort to coerce that answer out of him turns out to be utterly worthwhile. The hunger for him that has been growing again steadily over the last hour turns ravenous when Yussa begs for his cock in a voice he can barely scrape together. The hot ache of his erection becomes something he can't ignore, and he is very aware of the tempting, soft heat of Yussa's body around his fingers.
"Oh, schatz," he whispers, the rasp of his voice hushed with adoration, with sympathy. "I will. Very soon," he encourages, "if you will just come for me again. I promised you three."
His fingers slide out and in again, and when his palm claps wetly over the entirety of his sore sex, he rubs with firm, soothing pressure over his cunt, grinding the heel of his hand against his swollen clit and his calloused palm over his sensitive entrance, all the more aware of that emptiness after Yussa pleaded to be filled.
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Another, Caleb says, and Yussa realizes deliriously that they must have been at this for an hour now if his lover says he promised three. With Caleb's insistence, Yussa doesn't resist the rising crest inside him and he shudders beneath the younger man when it crashes. He moans, thighs straining apart as his orgasm rushes through him in waves of tension. Tight walls squeeze around Caleb's fingers and he feels the rhythmic throb of his empty cunt bearing down around nothing. The drag of Caleb's palm over his twitching entrance is the worst tease, but Yussa does not have the wherewithal - or permission - to put his own fingers inside himself.
Yussa lays there, panting and trembling and of half a mind to try to pull away, but he doesn't have the strength for it at the moment. And, more importantly, he is Caleb's. Slowly, his hand goes weak and drops from Caleb's arm and the other releases the tight grip he's had on the blankets beneath them.
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Watching and feeling his lover's orgasm shudder through him in a wave of twitching tension has a very similar effect on Caleb, honestly. It's a triumph, an accomplishment that makes him dizzy with the knowledge of his own influence, but he is still aching for more.
"You are incredible," Caleb praises with that same hushed reverence, palm rubbing slowly over his throbbing cunt one last time before he withdraws his hand completely, sliding his slick fingers with savoring slowness from the stretched rim of his ass. He kisses Yussa's brow, beaded with sweat, and with his aching arm, pushes himself up until he is kneeling between Yussa's wide-spread thighs.
He looks fucked-out, his thin chest heaving with panting breaths, his muscles still shaking. Caleb gazes down at him, the dark, unfocused look of his eyes, with a unique appreciation, the sort of pride he's felt upon taking Yussa apart before. But then, usually, they were finished. Tonight they are very much not. Perhaps he should allow a little more rest, more of a reprieve--but Yussa asked for his cock, and he said he'd have it. And Caleb, seized with a sort of possessiveness he rarely feels, isn't content to stop here. Warring with his natural concern about being overbearing is a raw desire to have what is his. He made Yussa like this, so he wants him like this, while he is still twitching, throbbing, loose-limbed and helpless.
"Gods, I had no idea you would be so perfect," he murmurs, and kisses the inside of a trembling knee. His slick hand slides between his own legs, breath hitching audibly as he strokes his heavy cock with Yussa's wetness. When he notices Yussa's book on the bed, pages askew after being dropped from limp fingers, he reaches for it with his clean hand and fixes it, closing it with care and moving it aside.
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Whether part of the fantasy or a hint at something not often allowed out, it's exciting. So often Caleb holds himself back, or defers to Yussa's pleasure and desire. Yussa doesn't think his lover is unsatisfied, but that is not the same thing as finding the freedom to explore something that may not usually occur to him. In the same way he has trusted Caleb to fuck him while he's trancing, he trusts Caleb tonight.
Yussa's thigh tenses briefly as Caleb's lips brush against his knee and he realizes that Caleb is stroking himself with the oil and Yussa's own slick that's left on hand. He lolls his head to look at the book as Caleb plucks it up and sets it aside, ensuring that it will not fall victim to any vigorous use.
He looks up at his lover, and he might seem placid if not for the rise and fall of his chest. But his golden eyes are intent with longing for him, with the need he expressed just moments ago: he feels achingly empty and he wants Caleb's cock, even if it pushes him beyond his usual limits.
"I--I could not have predicted you," he admits, dazed but slightly more coherent. That much is true across all things: he could not have anticipated someone like Caleb Widogast would be among the strange group that stumbled into his home some years ago; he could not have predicted that a patron like Caleb would be so skilled, and so willing to use that skill here with him, a man he's paid for.
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Meeting the other man's eyes all but steals his breath again. They are dark and gold and far more fixed than they were even a minute ago, and he can read there the shared need he also feels, the one he intentionally meant to inspire. It would be irresponsible of him to leave Yussa wanting this way. He knows he is making excuses to himself, justifying the intensity of his own darker desire. But if the result is the same, and equally wanted, then what does it matter?
The steadier sound of Yussa's voice confirms his resolve. He smiles softly, shadows deepening the lines around his blue eyes, painfully fond already of this man he ostensibly met only hours ago. But it seems Yussa might be equally surprised by him. Caleb--client Caleb, fantasy Caleb--did hope to leave a favorable impression on the man he's saved so much to lay with. He's looked forward to this for so long now, but even he couldn't know how well it would go.
"I am a welcome surprise, I hope," he replies, a little of that intensity simmering beneath the gentle rasp of his voice. "Let's give you what you asked for, ja?"
He helps Yussa move, his touch gentle but firm with that possessiveness he just can't seem to shake. Something about Yussa's soft state, his still trembling limbs and dazed slowness, pulls that chord in him. After giving three orgasms good enough to render him weak and pliable, something Yussa himself couldn't have predicted, he's earned his pleasure.
"Turn over for me, schatz," he urges kindly after he's helped to close and lower Yussa's legs back to the bed. After laying in this splayed position for so long, muscles tensing again and again, he assumes a change might be appreciated. He is there to assist, and to drag a pillow down for Yussa to lay his head on once he's arranged on his stomach, then another to slide beneath his hips so he won't have to hold himself up. Caleb's hand strokes down his spine, admiring again the way deepening shadows play over his skin. "Comfortable?" he wonders.
It is a great relief to find that the powerful feeling he is exploring has an aspect of kindness as well, interwoven with and just as intense as the darkness.
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Yussa needs Caleb's help to move. Far from the graceful creature that welcomed Caleb into this room, Yussa is unsteady even as he rolls over, following the other man's guidance to get into the position Caleb wants. The bells on his ankles He finds himself terribly grateful that Caleb is not even asking him to stay on hands and knees, but allows him to settle on his belly with a pillow beneath his head and another beneath his hips. There are a variety of pillows to work with, some firmer some softer, and it isn't difficult to find something that will work for what Caleb wants.
He moves to spread his legs after he's settled and he breathes a soft sigh as Caleb's hand strokes down his back, following the lines of tattoos and gold chains. It is only then that Yussa realizes the sun has set and the room is darker. He makes a vague gesture and the lanterns brighten somewhat - the light is warm, but it will allow Caleb to see more without interrupting the mood or aesthetic. They can light more later, if he wishes.
He imagines he must make a fine display: the tattoos on the backs of his thighs drawing attention to the mess between them, propped up by the pillow.
"Yes, thank you," he says as he peers over his shoulder at the younger man.
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The compliment is an easy one to give to such a stunning man, he knows, but he is desperately convinced he means it with a deeper, more profound sincerity than other patrons who share Yussa's bed. Do any of them appreciate him as he does? Truly? Yussa admitted himself a moment ago that he is different in a good way from his usual clients. He'll carry that spark of encouragement with him until morning.
Caleb strokes himself with fresh oil as his other hand trails up the back of Yussa's thigh, tracing the tattoo there all the way up to the curve of his ass. His broad hand grips the soft flesh there and his thumb slides down to rub his hole, slick and yielding. Moving another half-inch forward, his knees meet the firm pillow lifting Yussa's hips, and with guidance the head of his cock parts the wet, swollen mess of his folds to nudge into the fluttering opening of his cunt. He must still be smarting and sore between his legs, Caleb would guess, from the rough and repeated smack of his hand only minutes ago.
But he is empty, too. And Caleb can't wait another moment to fill him.
His hips roll forward and his cock sinks in, self-indulgently slow so he can watch and feel the tight heat of his walls spreading, hear how slick the oil and Yussa's arousal have made their joining. Just that one steady thrust has him bottoming out easily, Caleb's hips against Yussa's ass and thigh against thigh. His eyes flutter closed for a long moment as he breathes harshly, scraped raw by how obscenely, intensely good his paid-for lover's throbbing cunt feels around his aching cock.
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