Caleb is smiling still as Yussa's lips brush his cheek. He can tell how shaky he's become, and he doesn't want to make him do the work of holding himself up for much longer. He is also clearly enjoying the way Caleb and his echo are fucking him, but Caleb has other ideas for that.
His first answer to Yussa's question is a fleeting kiss, short enough not to steal the breath he's clearly fighting for. "I have never felt you so relaxed and open, liebling. I am glad I could provide you a second partner to satisfy you tonight. And as he and I are very similar, I think we can agree about how incredible you feel. I can't wait to be inside you again myself."
As Caleb speaks, his echo squeezes gently at Yussa's hips, and he leans forward enough to kiss the nape of his neck as though agreeing.
"Why don't we all move so that you can lay back?" Caleb suggests, finally letting his fingers trail away from Yussa's clit. "Would that be more comfortable for you?"
"Please," he murmurs, agreeing and asking all at once. Yussa feels weak and if he stays like this, he's going to end up collapsing on top of Caleb. Perhaps that wouldn't be terrible, but this alternative is welcome.
He takes a deeper breath as Caleb's fingers leave him, as the echo's hands grip his hips and as cool lips touch his neck. The fact that the echo isn't quite as warm to the touch as Caleb is comes as a relief, given how overheated Yussa feels. With this new goal in mind, Yussa pushes himself up more, supporting himself so that Caleb can get out from under him if he wishes. He waits for the echo to pull away so that he can move without running into it. It's obviously solid.
Once he's free, the archmage sort of tumbles to the bed, landing on his side before he tries to move onto his back. If Caleb has other designs for him, Yussa will follow his guidance. But until then, he is just happy not to be holding up his own weight.
Caleb does have other designs--ones the echo seems to know intimately, despite a lack of verbal communication. Together they help their mostly boneless lover to lay back--not against the bed, but against the echo as he sits propped at the head of the bed, putting the heated skin of Yussa's back against the echo's much cooler chest. The construct takes the elf's weight easily, lets him rest his head against his shoulder, even tenderly brushes strands of sticky hair from his face and kisses his forehead. Caleb finds that obvious care and affection fascinating. The echo plants his feet against the bed and spreads his legs, making it easy to guide Yussa's legs open as well, hooked over them. Even as he assists, Caleb can't stop staring at them, at the way they look together. The way he and Yussa must look together, barring the lack of color in his copy.
Displayed like this, Yussa is a sight that makes Caleb almost delirious with want. The dark and the moonlight mute the vibrancy of his warm brown skin, but he can still see the evidence of a flush throughout his body. He's deceptively delicate, small and slender, his hair is mussed, his golden eyes dark, and his cunt is dripping, used and open and still burning with arousal. Caleb mutters a Zemnian curse in admiration as he arranges himself between both sets of open legs.
"Let us take care of you," he says, and kisses Yussa's cheek. There's something of muscle memory from days long past as he reaches down to cup his echo's cock--his own cock, the strangeness of that belied by his own understanding of the magic involved--and position it at Yussa's entrance. He feels the echo (the man, the arcane marvel, that is both him and not him) shudder at the touch, and then watches his length, as dark as the shadowy room around them, disappear into Yussa's cunt as he rolls his hips up in a first slow thrust.
Caleb's hands rest on Yussa's splayed thighs, and remain there as he eases back just far enough to lean down and begin kissing over his chest, sucking sharply on first one nipple and then the other. Like this, they'll really be able to make an attempt at satisfying him together.
Yussa isn't entirely boneless, but he doesn't resist as the echo and Caleb reposition him. He leans back against the echo, leaning into the familiar shape of him for support. His thighs spread, leaving him exposed as the arcane construct's cool touch brushes his hair back, kisses his brow. It feels like Caleb, and if he closes his eyes, he could possibly mistake it for the man if not for the odd energy and the not-quite-warm-enough body.
He opens his eyes again as Caleb moves closer to kiss his cheek. He makes a soft sound as the other wizard guides the echo's cock into him, filling him again. His head drops back against the echo's shoulder and Yussa pushes his fingers into Caleb's hair as his warm mouth offers sharp attention. He moves restlessly in the echo's lap, rocking his hips to meet every thrust.
As Caleb's mouth closes around one nipple, Yussa almost absently caresses the other.
The echo's pace remains measured, though Caleb knows from experience that isn't an easy task, especially with Yussa squirming to thrust back himself. His hands continue to slide up the inside of the older man's thighs as Caleb's mouth moves over his chest with kisses and light scrapes of teeth, held close by Yussa's hand combing through his hair.
When his fingers slide over the opening of his cunt, filled with his echo's cock, he traces it lightly before tucking his fingers inside him again in time with the echo's movement--first one, then a second, letting the echo thrust while his fingers stroke.
Gradually he moves down Yussa's body, pressing his lips to places he knows will be sensitive until he's shifted back far enough to tease his tongue in a gentle circle over his clit. Against his lower lip Caleb can feel the slick friction of his fingers, and beneath them, his echo's cock fucking up into him, but that isn't a deterrent. He's been waiting to get his mouth on Yussa.
A ragged cry escapes him as first one finger, then another, push into him alongside the echo's cock. He curses - or at least, he says something vehemently in Elvish - and grabs at the echo behind him as Caleb's tongue teases over him. His toes curl and his cunt tightens around the fingers stroking him in time with the echo's cock. He drags at Caleb's head like he means to grind closer to his mouth.
Yussa trembles as tension winds tight in him and he finds himself struggling to hold off another orgasm, more interested in making this moment last a little longer. Even so, he pants Caleb's name and soon it's clear that he's also begging, though for what it's difficult to say. It's meant to be encouragement none the less.
In the midst of all this, he finds himself wondering, ridiculously, if the echo can come. That must be a sign of recovery if he can think at all.
Yussa isn't the only one wondering about just how lifelike the echo might be. Caleb has never exactly put one to the test in a scenario like this before. But it isn't his most immediate thought, which mostly concerns Yussa practically dragging him by the hair to fuck his mouth and the Elvish falling from his lips in combination with his name with more and more obvious desperation. He should have cast Comprehend Languages before all of this. He doesn't think he's ever heard half these choked words before, and he badly wants to know what they mean.
The intent, at least, is easy to interpret. He licks and sucks eagerly, bobs his head to take the other man's swollen clit between his lips, and makes sure his fingers are rubbing against his soft walls in a way that adds to the echo's firm, steady thrusts, all the while feeling Yussa's body quivering and tightening. His echo's shadowy hands move over his breasts and his stomach and his sides and his cool lips trail over the sharp point of his ear. Caleb could swear he sees them moving in a whisper neither of them will hear.
While Caleb's mouth is occupied, it seems they're all similarly unable to communicate. He lets the sound of Yussa's voice wash over him, familiar by now with the rhythm of the language if not most of the words.
He swears he can almost hear the whisper in his ear, even if he knows the echo isn't really speaking. The cool caress is welcome - he feels overheated and nearly delirious with the overwhelming attention form the bodies on either side of him. Slick walls flutter around Caleb's fingers and the echo's cock as his lover focuses attention on his clit.
Yussa's hands spasm and he cries out wordlessly. Whatever attempts he'd been making to keep from utterly falling apart fail. His cunt goes tight and he arches against the echo, pushing toward Caleb's mouth as he comes. The pleasure is intense enough to make him dizzy and he ends up slumped against the echo, unable to hold himself up at all. His hand goes limp in Caleb's hair, resting there but no longer having any strength to hold onto him or drag him around.
His head lolls against the echo's shoulder, brow against its neck as he rides out the shocks rolling through him.
As Yussa rests heavily back against the echo, overwhelmed and exhausted by what Caleb counts to be his third orgasm since waking him up earlier, Caleb gradually withdraws--first his mouth, pressing a messy kiss to the inside of Yussa's thigh before sitting up, and then his fingers, easing them slowly out of the tight and fluttering heat of his cunt. Wisely, his echo has stopped moving inside him, pressed deep to let Yussa clench around his cock with aftershocks, but not pushing him further.
Achingly hard as Caleb has become again himself, he's willing to be done if Yussa is. He'll get himself off if it comes to it.
Catching his breath as well, Caleb's clean fingers caress the other wizard's cheek tenderly as he pushes up to a kneel between his and his echo's splayed thighs. He gives them both a moment before he asks, voice low and warm and gentle, "How are you feeling, friend?" He cracks a bemused smile. "I told you I had other ways to satisfy you yet."
Yussa lays there, trembling, as Caleb withdraws. He opens his eyes enough to focus on the man in front of him as warm fingers stroke over his flushed cheek. Rather than answering right away, Yussa reaches to pull Caleb into a kiss. It's slightly uncoordinated, but clear in its gratitude and affection.
When they part again, he summons the strength to move. He sort of falls out of the echo's lap and he cannot help the sound he makes as its cock slips free. He ends up grabbing onto Caleb for balance. The echo is lovely, and fascinating, but Caleb is... vibrant.
"I want you to explain that to me... later," he murmurs as he rests his head against Caleb's shoulder. For a little while that is pretty much all he can do, leaning into the other man as he tries to recover. Caleb's arousal has not gone unnoticed.
Caleb is there to catch Yussa when he is slightly less than graceful, supporting him as the archmage reaches for him and drawing him close in the same motion. When he sits back, it's easy to let Yussa rest on his thighs, his tired body gathered against Caleb's warm chest. The kiss he presses to his temple echoes the tenderness of the endearingly clumsy one Yussa just bestowed on him.
"Ja, of course," he assures. With one arm looped about Yussa's waist, the other slips into his hair, smoothing it out and scratching soothingly at his scalp. He smiles. "That is half the fun."
When he focuses on kissing slow and sweet from Yussa's ear down the side of his neck, he can ignore his arousal a little longer. He contemplates asking if he can finish inside him again--surely it won't take long to satisfy himself--but he would rather not risk making anything uncomfortable for Yussa when he could easily be just a little more patient. It's not as though he isn't enjoying himself. The gentle process of helping him recover from an intense experience is one Caleb treasures the opportunity to indulge in.
Yussa closes his eyes again for a few moments, resting against Caleb as the other man holds him. In his long life, he has known very few people that he would call sweet. Caleb has that in him, though, and Yussa is exceedingly grateful for his tenderness and care in this matter. A shiver slithers across his nerves as Caleb's lips trail down his ear and over his neck.
He moves, still leaning into Caleb as he adjusts his position until he is straddling the younger wizard. His breath catches when he feels the warmth of his cock brush over him and, without words, he reaches down to curl his fingers around him in a slow stroke. Perhaps he only just finished, but Caleb hasn't, and Yussa is inclined to reward him. It takes very little to guide Caleb's cock against his cunt, not helping him in but making his invitation rather clear.
There's a contentment in holding Yussa against him, but he allows the man to move in whatever way makes him comfortable. He feels especially small as his thighs spread over Caleb's, seating him close in his lap. With his face buried against the side of Yussa's neck, he breathes in the scent of orange blossom and spice that always clings to his skin, mixed thickly with the smell of exertion and sex. A groan rises in his throat as a slender hand strokes his cock and angles it until the head nudges his entrance, rubbing through slick folds to sink easily inside with just a little intent.
Just as Yussa's invitation is wordless, Caleb accepts wordlessly. Holding his slim hips, he pulls gently down as his own roll up, burying his cock obscenely deep in the elf's warm cunt with one slow, easy push. He holds him right there, throbbing inside him as he catches his breath.
"This still feels good?" he has to ask, his voice low, with a hint of desperation. It certainly does for him.
"Yes," he sighs as Caleb fills him. It is so easy now, wet and used as he is. That alone is strangely thrilling and he will contemplate that more later. Right now, all that matters is how it feels to be this close again. Yussa lifts his head for a kiss, managing with a bit more intent and coordination this time.
As he manages to focus with more clarity, a better thought slips into his head.
"Mm--wait." He kisses Caleb again, apologetic this time, before he pulls away. He makes a soft sound as he's left empty again, but the need for the change feels evident by his clumsy movements. Yussa lays on his side and gestures behind him.
"Like this," he requests, hoping Caleb takes his meaning. He wants to feel close, and he absolutely does not want to hold himself up.
Licking his lips to taste Yussa's mouth on them still, Caleb takes his meaning clearly. Already aching to be back inside him, it doesn't take him longer than a moment to join Yussa in laying on his side. He presses up behind him, cradling Yussa's hips with his own and sliding both an arm and a pillow beneath his head for support. He'd wondered if the other position might be too much of a struggle for Yussa, weary as he clearly is. This is a good solution, and Caleb is happy to hold him close this way.
Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb guides Yussa to bend one knee just enough to part his thighs, and tucks his cock back into his cunt with ease. He gives slow but decisive thrust, deep and filling, which he quickly follows with another like he can't quite help himself, rocking his hips against the curve of the other man's ass.
"Mm. That is better," he agrees in a low hum close to Yussa's ear. "Do you think you will need my fingers again?" Though he's mostly teasing, smiling as he kisses the corner of his jaw, Caleb does let his hand rest low enough on Yussa's stomach that it seems like he might oblige if he was told yes.
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb thrusts into him. He reaches back, letting his fingers drift through Caleb's hair as he sets a pace that suits him. He isn't sure he'll be able to come again - and there is a faint rush of relief in that thought - but he wants Caleb to find relief and pleasure. Yussa shifts to be as accommodating as he can be without changing their position too much.
Their height difference is a boon here, as it's easy for Caleb to kiss where he likes. Yussa groans quietly at the mention of the other man's fingers and his back arches subtly.
"Not yet," he murmurs as the warm weight of Caleb's hand settles low on his stomach. He likes that pressure and his other hand moves to cover Caleb's, fingers lacing to keep him there. "Do not hold back."
Even Yussa's small movements are almost ridiculously attractive; how he reaches behind him to thread his fingers into his hair, the elegant way his back arches, how he positions himself exactly how Caleb needs him when he really starts fucking him in earnest.
"Even if I wanted to, I could not," Caleb assures breathlessly. He squeezes their intertwined fingers, enjoying the silent instruction in Yussa's hand covering his. Stay. He does.
Focusing on anything beyond how good Yussa feels becomes a struggle, and Caleb doesn't bother with even token resistance. He fucks him the way he needs to, driven by the intense desire he'd managed to keep a steady hold on while pleasuring Yussa. He moans openly and gasps praise in his own tongue as slow and deliberate becomes fast and unrestrained. His world is off-kilter with how good it feels to find relief in using Yussa's well-used cunt, so open and wet for him.
His skin is hot, Yussa's skin is hot, and the night air seems to have become more humid, so a cool body fitting itself against his back is welcome. He can still feel his connection to his echo, though it is becoming more tenuous as his concentration deteriorates. Perhaps that touch will be a relief to Yussa as well, as cool, shadowy fingers trail almost reverently from his collarbone all the way down to his stomach, reaching over Caleb to do so.
Yussa pants for breath as Caleb fucks him, driven by need rather than the desire to cater completely to him. There is something to be said for that freedom, for the way the other man praises him in words he doesn't wholly grasp and the way he allows himself to lose his tight control.
His golden eyes flash open when he feels a cool touch stroke down his chest and stomach, and he realizes it's the echo. He'd lost track of it - which is embarrassing - in the aftermath of that last round.
He breathes a soft moan as he rocks his hips back to meet the next hard thrust, feeling Caleb sink as deep as he can.
Caleb's moan joins Yussa's, holding him close as he savors the tight heat around his cock. Both of them rocking together and apart again feels maddeningly good. The sensation has spread through him so completely that he feels like he could crest at any moment, sudden but not surprising. He's been aroused too long, and Yussa's cunt is soft and yielding, the way he sounds as Caleb fucks him going right to his cock.
Beneath Yussa's hand, his own braces him, keeping him right where he is as Caleb pursues his orgasm with increasingly forceful thrusts that would bounce him forward otherwise. The echo's shadowy hand comes to rest just above Caleb's real one in contrast.
When Caleb groans, tensing and trembling, that hand vanishes, his concentration on the spell lost. His hips continue moving almost of their own accord as he comes hard, dizzy with the high of it as he fills the older man's cunt with his seed for the second time tonight. His whole body aches with how perfect it feels.
Yussa's panting again by the time Caleb hits his peak. He can feel the fizzle of energy as the echo disappears and he tries to make note that it must be a concentration spell. If he remembers that later, it will be a feat.
He pushes his face against the bed, almost like he's trying to hide or muffle the soft cry that escapes him as Caleb fills him. Slick walls go tight around the cock buried in him and Yussa shivers in Caleb's arms. And when his lover finally stops moving, he lays there, listening to the other man trying to catch his breath. His fingers go loose in Caleb's hair and over the hand on his stomach.
A breeze comes in through the latticework windows and Yussa breathes a quiet sigh of relief as it cools his overheated skin.
After that, catching his breath takes a minute. While Yussa relaxes his hold on him, Caleb cradles him close still, nuzzling against the back of his neck as his body gradually calms, growing heavy and loose, satisfied. The breeze coming off the ocean really is a relief.
"Wow," he finally mutters with a soft laugh under his breath. "Sorry, I did not mean to be so rough with you at the end." The apology is accompanied by another kiss, this one beneath a pointed ear. He can feel how tired his body is; every movement is starting to become more of a struggle. He's certainly come twice in a night--three times since he arrived earlier in the day--with Yussa before, but typically over a longer time and with less immediate needs to fulfill.
Which, of course, brings him to ask, "Are you feeling as good as I am?" Content, pleasantly sleepy, sated.
Yussa lays there, breathing, as Caleb murmurs and laughs and kisses sensitive skin. He has never considered himself particularly religious, but he prays now that the end is in sight. As much as he has enjoyed himself, he is also exhausted and he suspects Caleb is in a similar state judging by the way he's panting.
"I do not mind your rough handling," he murmurs, as if speaking at all is too much effort. "And yes, I am content. But gods, please let this be finished."
He's quite certain Caleb will understand. Yussa is grateful that he feels tired at all, that is body is, for now, quiet and worn out.
Caleb understands completely. "Ja," he agrees, a warm sigh. "This has been fun, but I am very tired, and you will be sore before long."
And the fun has been, admittedly, laced with concern for Yussa. Hopefully this is the end of it, and tomorrow can be spent determining what caused the situation and now they can avoid repeating it--and if Yussa is feeling up to it, an explanation of the echo he'd summoned for assistance. Still, he's relieved that Yussa's concerning response to his Sending had resulted in a marathon of sex rather than a rescue mission to another plane. He really had been frightened for a good few minutes.
Another affectionate kiss is pressed to Yussa's neck as Caleb forces his tired body to shift just enough to slowly withdraw his cock, slippery and pressed messily up against the curve of his ass and back of his thighs, and uninclined to move further. "Can you sleep again this way?" he asks, soft and hopeful as he already struggles to keep his own eyes open. He normally isn't so quick to drift off after sex, but this is a unique circumstance.
"Yes," he murmurs. "And I have no desire to move."
Having Caleb pressed against his back is comforting. Yussa can feel the slick mess between his thighs, the sweat drying on his skin, but he cannot bring himself to care about either. He will bathe in the morning. Or whenever he wakes up.
Slowly, he relaxes more, the tension fading from him and replaced by relief. Blissful relief. The archmage says nothing else, quickly sinking back into sleep now that his body and mind both feel quiet and utterly worn out.
And, by the grace of all that is holy, he sleeps hard through the rest of the night.
The second time Caleb wakes in Yussa Errenis' bed is much gentler than the first. It's gradual, stirring as the room lightens around him. By the time his eyes open, sunlight is streaming in through the latticework above the bed and he can hear the distant sounds of a morning in the Open Quay far below. His brain supplies him with the knowledge that it has been another five hours or so since they drifted off together again in the middle of the night.
The elf's smaller body is still tucked against him, barely budged. But he notices quickly the lack of a mess on or between them, that his skin feels clean and dry rather than unpleasantly tacky, as he'd expected. Presumably this has been solved with Prestidigitation, which means that Yussa must have woken before him, but decided not to get out of bed.
Caleb breathes in deeply, shifting just a little against Yussa's back. That the archmage is resting rather than pawing at him must be a positive sign.
"Good morning," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. While Caleb has slept at Tidepeak Tower before, even a few times in Yussa's company, waking in his lover's own bedroom is a strange new intimacy. He hopes that Yussa's mind and body are his own again, and he hopes that if they are, he won't regret allowing him into this space while he was thinking less clearly.
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His first answer to Yussa's question is a fleeting kiss, short enough not to steal the breath he's clearly fighting for. "I have never felt you so relaxed and open, liebling. I am glad I could provide you a second partner to satisfy you tonight. And as he and I are very similar, I think we can agree about how incredible you feel. I can't wait to be inside you again myself."
As Caleb speaks, his echo squeezes gently at Yussa's hips, and he leans forward enough to kiss the nape of his neck as though agreeing.
"Why don't we all move so that you can lay back?" Caleb suggests, finally letting his fingers trail away from Yussa's clit. "Would that be more comfortable for you?"
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He takes a deeper breath as Caleb's fingers leave him, as the echo's hands grip his hips and as cool lips touch his neck. The fact that the echo isn't quite as warm to the touch as Caleb is comes as a relief, given how overheated Yussa feels. With this new goal in mind, Yussa pushes himself up more, supporting himself so that Caleb can get out from under him if he wishes. He waits for the echo to pull away so that he can move without running into it. It's obviously solid.
Once he's free, the archmage sort of tumbles to the bed, landing on his side before he tries to move onto his back. If Caleb has other designs for him, Yussa will follow his guidance. But until then, he is just happy not to be holding up his own weight.
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Displayed like this, Yussa is a sight that makes Caleb almost delirious with want. The dark and the moonlight mute the vibrancy of his warm brown skin, but he can still see the evidence of a flush throughout his body. He's deceptively delicate, small and slender, his hair is mussed, his golden eyes dark, and his cunt is dripping, used and open and still burning with arousal. Caleb mutters a Zemnian curse in admiration as he arranges himself between both sets of open legs.
"Let us take care of you," he says, and kisses Yussa's cheek. There's something of muscle memory from days long past as he reaches down to cup his echo's cock--his own cock, the strangeness of that belied by his own understanding of the magic involved--and position it at Yussa's entrance. He feels the echo (the man, the arcane marvel, that is both him and not him) shudder at the touch, and then watches his length, as dark as the shadowy room around them, disappear into Yussa's cunt as he rolls his hips up in a first slow thrust.
Caleb's hands rest on Yussa's splayed thighs, and remain there as he eases back just far enough to lean down and begin kissing over his chest, sucking sharply on first one nipple and then the other. Like this, they'll really be able to make an attempt at satisfying him together.
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He opens his eyes again as Caleb moves closer to kiss his cheek. He makes a soft sound as the other wizard guides the echo's cock into him, filling him again. His head drops back against the echo's shoulder and Yussa pushes his fingers into Caleb's hair as his warm mouth offers sharp attention. He moves restlessly in the echo's lap, rocking his hips to meet every thrust.
As Caleb's mouth closes around one nipple, Yussa almost absently caresses the other.
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When his fingers slide over the opening of his cunt, filled with his echo's cock, he traces it lightly before tucking his fingers inside him again in time with the echo's movement--first one, then a second, letting the echo thrust while his fingers stroke.
Gradually he moves down Yussa's body, pressing his lips to places he knows will be sensitive until he's shifted back far enough to tease his tongue in a gentle circle over his clit. Against his lower lip Caleb can feel the slick friction of his fingers, and beneath them, his echo's cock fucking up into him, but that isn't a deterrent. He's been waiting to get his mouth on Yussa.
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Yussa trembles as tension winds tight in him and he finds himself struggling to hold off another orgasm, more interested in making this moment last a little longer. Even so, he pants Caleb's name and soon it's clear that he's also begging, though for what it's difficult to say. It's meant to be encouragement none the less.
In the midst of all this, he finds himself wondering, ridiculously, if the echo can come. That must be a sign of recovery if he can think at all.
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The intent, at least, is easy to interpret. He licks and sucks eagerly, bobs his head to take the other man's swollen clit between his lips, and makes sure his fingers are rubbing against his soft walls in a way that adds to the echo's firm, steady thrusts, all the while feeling Yussa's body quivering and tightening. His echo's shadowy hands move over his breasts and his stomach and his sides and his cool lips trail over the sharp point of his ear. Caleb could swear he sees them moving in a whisper neither of them will hear.
While Caleb's mouth is occupied, it seems they're all similarly unable to communicate. He lets the sound of Yussa's voice wash over him, familiar by now with the rhythm of the language if not most of the words.
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Yussa's hands spasm and he cries out wordlessly. Whatever attempts he'd been making to keep from utterly falling apart fail. His cunt goes tight and he arches against the echo, pushing toward Caleb's mouth as he comes. The pleasure is intense enough to make him dizzy and he ends up slumped against the echo, unable to hold himself up at all. His hand goes limp in Caleb's hair, resting there but no longer having any strength to hold onto him or drag him around.
His head lolls against the echo's shoulder, brow against its neck as he rides out the shocks rolling through him.
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Achingly hard as Caleb has become again himself, he's willing to be done if Yussa is. He'll get himself off if it comes to it.
Catching his breath as well, Caleb's clean fingers caress the other wizard's cheek tenderly as he pushes up to a kneel between his and his echo's splayed thighs. He gives them both a moment before he asks, voice low and warm and gentle, "How are you feeling, friend?" He cracks a bemused smile. "I told you I had other ways to satisfy you yet."
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When they part again, he summons the strength to move. He sort of falls out of the echo's lap and he cannot help the sound he makes as its cock slips free. He ends up grabbing onto Caleb for balance. The echo is lovely, and fascinating, but Caleb is... vibrant.
"I want you to explain that to me... later," he murmurs as he rests his head against Caleb's shoulder. For a little while that is pretty much all he can do, leaning into the other man as he tries to recover. Caleb's arousal has not gone unnoticed.
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"Ja, of course," he assures. With one arm looped about Yussa's waist, the other slips into his hair, smoothing it out and scratching soothingly at his scalp. He smiles. "That is half the fun."
When he focuses on kissing slow and sweet from Yussa's ear down the side of his neck, he can ignore his arousal a little longer. He contemplates asking if he can finish inside him again--surely it won't take long to satisfy himself--but he would rather not risk making anything uncomfortable for Yussa when he could easily be just a little more patient. It's not as though he isn't enjoying himself. The gentle process of helping him recover from an intense experience is one Caleb treasures the opportunity to indulge in.
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He moves, still leaning into Caleb as he adjusts his position until he is straddling the younger wizard. His breath catches when he feels the warmth of his cock brush over him and, without words, he reaches down to curl his fingers around him in a slow stroke. Perhaps he only just finished, but Caleb hasn't, and Yussa is inclined to reward him. It takes very little to guide Caleb's cock against his cunt, not helping him in but making his invitation rather clear.
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Just as Yussa's invitation is wordless, Caleb accepts wordlessly. Holding his slim hips, he pulls gently down as his own roll up, burying his cock obscenely deep in the elf's warm cunt with one slow, easy push. He holds him right there, throbbing inside him as he catches his breath.
"This still feels good?" he has to ask, his voice low, with a hint of desperation. It certainly does for him.
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As he manages to focus with more clarity, a better thought slips into his head.
"Mm--wait." He kisses Caleb again, apologetic this time, before he pulls away. He makes a soft sound as he's left empty again, but the need for the change feels evident by his clumsy movements. Yussa lays on his side and gestures behind him.
"Like this," he requests, hoping Caleb takes his meaning. He wants to feel close, and he absolutely does not want to hold himself up.
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Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb guides Yussa to bend one knee just enough to part his thighs, and tucks his cock back into his cunt with ease. He gives slow but decisive thrust, deep and filling, which he quickly follows with another like he can't quite help himself, rocking his hips against the curve of the other man's ass.
"Mm. That is better," he agrees in a low hum close to Yussa's ear. "Do you think you will need my fingers again?" Though he's mostly teasing, smiling as he kisses the corner of his jaw, Caleb does let his hand rest low enough on Yussa's stomach that it seems like he might oblige if he was told yes.
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Their height difference is a boon here, as it's easy for Caleb to kiss where he likes. Yussa groans quietly at the mention of the other man's fingers and his back arches subtly.
"Not yet," he murmurs as the warm weight of Caleb's hand settles low on his stomach. He likes that pressure and his other hand moves to cover Caleb's, fingers lacing to keep him there. "Do not hold back."
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"Even if I wanted to, I could not," Caleb assures breathlessly. He squeezes their intertwined fingers, enjoying the silent instruction in Yussa's hand covering his. Stay. He does.
Focusing on anything beyond how good Yussa feels becomes a struggle, and Caleb doesn't bother with even token resistance. He fucks him the way he needs to, driven by the intense desire he'd managed to keep a steady hold on while pleasuring Yussa. He moans openly and gasps praise in his own tongue as slow and deliberate becomes fast and unrestrained. His world is off-kilter with how good it feels to find relief in using Yussa's well-used cunt, so open and wet for him.
His skin is hot, Yussa's skin is hot, and the night air seems to have become more humid, so a cool body fitting itself against his back is welcome. He can still feel his connection to his echo, though it is becoming more tenuous as his concentration deteriorates. Perhaps that touch will be a relief to Yussa as well, as cool, shadowy fingers trail almost reverently from his collarbone all the way down to his stomach, reaching over Caleb to do so.
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His golden eyes flash open when he feels a cool touch stroke down his chest and stomach, and he realizes it's the echo. He'd lost track of it - which is embarrassing - in the aftermath of that last round.
He breathes a soft moan as he rocks his hips back to meet the next hard thrust, feeling Caleb sink as deep as he can.
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Beneath Yussa's hand, his own braces him, keeping him right where he is as Caleb pursues his orgasm with increasingly forceful thrusts that would bounce him forward otherwise. The echo's shadowy hand comes to rest just above Caleb's real one in contrast.
When Caleb groans, tensing and trembling, that hand vanishes, his concentration on the spell lost. His hips continue moving almost of their own accord as he comes hard, dizzy with the high of it as he fills the older man's cunt with his seed for the second time tonight. His whole body aches with how perfect it feels.
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He pushes his face against the bed, almost like he's trying to hide or muffle the soft cry that escapes him as Caleb fills him. Slick walls go tight around the cock buried in him and Yussa shivers in Caleb's arms. And when his lover finally stops moving, he lays there, listening to the other man trying to catch his breath. His fingers go loose in Caleb's hair and over the hand on his stomach.
A breeze comes in through the latticework windows and Yussa breathes a quiet sigh of relief as it cools his overheated skin.
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"Wow," he finally mutters with a soft laugh under his breath. "Sorry, I did not mean to be so rough with you at the end." The apology is accompanied by another kiss, this one beneath a pointed ear. He can feel how tired his body is; every movement is starting to become more of a struggle. He's certainly come twice in a night--three times since he arrived earlier in the day--with Yussa before, but typically over a longer time and with less immediate needs to fulfill.
Which, of course, brings him to ask, "Are you feeling as good as I am?" Content, pleasantly sleepy, sated.
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"I do not mind your rough handling," he murmurs, as if speaking at all is too much effort. "And yes, I am content. But gods, please let this be finished."
He's quite certain Caleb will understand. Yussa is grateful that he feels tired at all, that is body is, for now, quiet and worn out.
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And the fun has been, admittedly, laced with concern for Yussa. Hopefully this is the end of it, and tomorrow can be spent determining what caused the situation and now they can avoid repeating it--and if Yussa is feeling up to it, an explanation of the echo he'd summoned for assistance. Still, he's relieved that Yussa's concerning response to his Sending had resulted in a marathon of sex rather than a rescue mission to another plane. He really had been frightened for a good few minutes.
Another affectionate kiss is pressed to Yussa's neck as Caleb forces his tired body to shift just enough to slowly withdraw his cock, slippery and pressed messily up against the curve of his ass and back of his thighs, and uninclined to move further. "Can you sleep again this way?" he asks, soft and hopeful as he already struggles to keep his own eyes open. He normally isn't so quick to drift off after sex, but this is a unique circumstance.
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Having Caleb pressed against his back is comforting. Yussa can feel the slick mess between his thighs, the sweat drying on his skin, but he cannot bring himself to care about either. He will bathe in the morning. Or whenever he wakes up.
Slowly, he relaxes more, the tension fading from him and replaced by relief. Blissful relief. The archmage says nothing else, quickly sinking back into sleep now that his body and mind both feel quiet and utterly worn out.
And, by the grace of all that is holy, he sleeps hard through the rest of the night.
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The elf's smaller body is still tucked against him, barely budged. But he notices quickly the lack of a mess on or between them, that his skin feels clean and dry rather than unpleasantly tacky, as he'd expected. Presumably this has been solved with Prestidigitation, which means that Yussa must have woken before him, but decided not to get out of bed.
Caleb breathes in deeply, shifting just a little against Yussa's back. That the archmage is resting rather than pawing at him must be a positive sign.
"Good morning," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. While Caleb has slept at Tidepeak Tower before, even a few times in Yussa's company, waking in his lover's own bedroom is a strange new intimacy. He hopes that Yussa's mind and body are his own again, and he hopes that if they are, he won't regret allowing him into this space while he was thinking less clearly.
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