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.
Yussa is slow to rouse again. He'd woken up some point earlier in the morning to cast a quick spell to clean them both, if only because of his mild concern that his thighs were going to get stuck together.
He makes a quiet sound now as Caleb moves against him, voice soon breaking through the heavy haze of sleep. It's been some time since he slept quite this hard - since he slept at all - and he feels a little groggy still. He reaches back to brush his fingers over Caleb's cheek. It's strange to have someone in his bed. In this bedroom. He hasn't taken a lover that he would share this with in quite some time. The last one he saw with any sort of frequency did not come to him.
"Is it?" he sighs, and perhaps does something that few but those in his intimate acquaintance could imagine: he pulls a pillow over his head. Yussa knows he should take a bath, and there are other things he would like to get to.
Ah. He'd been dozing again since, apparently. Now Caleb feels a little bad for waking him, though that lessens when Yussa reaches back for him. The light touch of his fingers quells at least a few of his worries. For the moment that small gesture of affection tells him that he is welcome here, even if a moment later Yussa is grumbling and, in a fit of morning grouchiness, pulling a pillow over his head.
While Yussa can't see it, Caleb grins, both surprised and delighted. This is unexpected and unflattering and personal, and therefore incredibly charming. He'll probably be able to feel Caleb's smile when he presses it to the back of his shoulder, a half-hearted attempt at placation. He's too amused to put his all into it.
"It seems like an improvement on yesterday, at least." The longer he's awake, the more aware he becomes of the soreness in his muscles, especially in his core and biceps and thighs, which got quite a workout.
Yussa shifts a little as Caleb hides against his shoulder. He can feel his lover's smile and, even if he has a pillow over his head, it prompts one of Yussa's own. After a moment more, he twists so that he can face the other man, pillow moving so that his face is revealed. Golden eyes peer out from beneath the shadow, warm and affectionate.
He feels absolutely wrung out. His back, his core, his thighs are all sore. His cunt is a bit sore after all that use.
"Thank you," he murmurs. He isn't quite sure what he would have done had Caleb not sent him a message, but he suspects his day and night would have been more frustrating and less satisfying. Then he sighs and casts Sending.
"Wensforth, please send up breakfast and a bath." He's quiet for a moment, ostensibly listening to the goblin's response. Whatever his answer, it prompts a breathy laugh. "He says we can manage our own bath, but the rest will be arriving shortly."
Yussa looks at Caleb for a moment, gaze softening.
Gods, this man. Caleb feels that familiar flutter in his chest at the first glimpse of his golden eyes and the curl of his lips from under the pillow. That nervous-excited feeling grows enough to render him speechless for a long few moments as he recognizes that all the warmth and affection there is directed at him. When Yussa thanks him, he can only nod, holding his gaze and hoping that will suffice.
Thankfully he's able to breathe again by the time Yussa is finished Sending to Wensforth, and he laughs softly too when he shares the goblin's response. "He has been getting cheeky lately," he observes with amusement.
Perhaps it was too soon to say about being able to breathe, though. He just can't contend with the tenderness of this.
"Ja, I'm good," he manages, absolutely certain that he must look almost as ridiculously smitten as he feels. "Glad you are feeling more like yourself again. Not that I did not enjoy myself thoroughly, but..." A pale shoulder bobs in a half shrug. "I prefer when you want me out of desire, not necessity."
"He has always been cheeky," he says dryly. "He's simply getting more accustomed to your regular presence." And so willing to let his personality shine through.
Yussa reaches to stroke Caleb's cheek, admiring the sweet look the other man is giving him. No one has looked at him quite like that in... oh. Certainly far longer than Caleb's been alive. He leans close to kiss him.
"I prefer to be able to enjoy you in my right mind," he agrees. Sex with Caleb is always good, and Yussa enjoys spending time with him whether or not his cock is involved. But that had been... a lot. Too much. Most of it felt like a fog and the need had been intense enough that enjoying it became difficult.
He hears a faint bell ring to announce the appearance of their breakfast, a spread of fruit and light, warm pastries. Yussa sighs and rolls onto his back to stretch, lithe and relatively relaxed in the morning sun. Feeling like this makes him want to figure out how that Shadowhand manages to float the way he does. It must be a cantrip. But he will have to puzzle over that another day. He doesn't know it now, and so if he wants to move anywhere, he will have to do it himself.
A fond look and a morning kiss is more than enough to make Caleb's heart skip a beat or two, pleased by the attention after a long day where Yussa was, as he says, not in his right mind.
"Your mind is beautiful," he says, soft and genuine. "While it can be fun to let go of for a bit, it should be your choice to do so." With sympathy, he adds, "It must have been...frustrating." At best, he would assume. Possibly terrifying at worst. But he isn't going to put words like that in Yussa's mouth.
The arrival of breakfast is nicely timed, as it prevents him from further embarrassing himself. Instead he watches Yussa stretch, simply admiring his body in the sun's warm light without intent. He'd like to kiss him, but refrains. His friend has had enough of that, surely. He'll let him decide what sort of physical affection he'd like to maintain.
Just as he'd done yesterday, Caleb rises from the bed, still bare, and retrieves the tray from the table so that Yussa doesn't have to get up. He sets it on top of the coverlet when he returns, sitting near the edge of the bed.
"As for the bath," he says, still with some lingering amusement at Wensforth's blatant refusal, "if you direct me to the tub, I can draw it."
"It's through there," he gestures toward another room through an archway across the room. "When you return, would you bring a cool cloth?"
Since he'll be up, it seems reasonable to ask. Yussa shifts closer to the tray and sits up so that he can peruse the offerings.
Yussa's bedroom is more or less neutral in terms of colors, and though there is elegant latticework and detail almost everywhere one looks, it's relatively simple at first glance. The bathroom, in some ways, is very similar and yet a sharp departure. The rich blue walls contrast the white tiles and two large lanterns sit in alcoves against the wall. The tub is large and in the center of the room. What makes the effect of the space particularly stunning is the mosaic chandelier above it all, casting patterns of light and shadow all over the walls. Some of the floorspace is taken up by large pillar candles.
"I will bring you anything you like, Master Errenis." With a wink and a playful curl of his lips, Caleb plucks a slice of sweet melon from the selection of fresh fruit and gets up again to wander curiously into Yussa's bathroom.
As expected, it is stunning. Certainly the most impressive washroom he's ever seen. Caleb simply stares for a moment, taking in the way the light from the beautifully crafted chandelier above speckles the walls and the cool white marble of the tub. Chewing slowly, he pads barefoot to the tub, weaving between the candles that surround it. He expected to have to fill it with a spell, but it looks as though he only has to turn a tap for water to begin to flow, and that feels like magic. In this tower, maybe it is.
He sits on the tub's wide lip and watches it fill for long enough to dip a cloth into the cool water. He wrings it out before returning to the bedroom for a pastry. Their dinner last night had been wonderful, but he's worked up an appetite again since. The one he picks is light and flaky, and he tastes honey and almonds when he bites into it. When he settles on the bed again it is beside Yussa this time. He offers the cloth, cool and damp.
"Your tub is a wonder," he says, conversational. "It will be only another minute or two before it is full."
Yussa accepts the cloth and shifts to tuck it between his thighs. Perhaps inelegant, but Caleb has seen him compromised more than once now and there is no point in being shy when the cool cloth against his cunt provides a bit of soothing relief. He smiles when Caleb mentions the tub.
"Thank you. It took some work between an enchanter and I, but it's been reliable since."
The tower is built out of Yussa's will, but things still had to work. Yussa brushes his hair back before reaching for another small pastry. There's fruit in it, that's all that matters to him. And as he sits back form the tray, he leans against Caleb's side. Despite feeling clear-headed, his body is still rather wrung out.
"How are you feeling?" he asks as he reaches for one of the cups of tea that had been sent up. "I know you said you are, but truly."
He makes himself sit up straight so he can meet Caleb's gaze.
Caleb can't help a small amused smile at the indiscreet way Yussa arranges the cloth between his legs, but there's a distinctly sympathetic quirk to it from someone who knows what it's like to be sore the morning after, even if not exactly the same way. When he was younger he'd paid that price for being too eager more than a few times.
Noting the tea when Yussa picks up his, Caleb follows his lead, though he mostly holds the warm cup between his hands as he thinks, caught slightly off-guard to be asked for a more truthful answer to the question he'd answered earlier. It's touching, actually, that Yussa wants to know, presumably because he wants to look after him.
"Tired, but...relieved." Caleb lets the other man catch his eye. "You scared me a bit yesterday," he admits, but this is still an understatement. "I am fond of you, Yussa Errenis. If I needed to go to another plane to bring you back, I would have, but I was not really prepared for it."
Though he speaks mildly, it's true. He would have, and he would have gathered others for an emergency rescue mission, if that was what was required. Thankfully it wasn't.
"Staying in bed with you all day was a lot better. A lot." His brows raise for emphasis. "And I am glad that I could be here to help you, ah...suffer a little less. Still, I know it must have been a trying experience, and I hope that I did not misuse your trust in any way."
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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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He makes a quiet sound now as Caleb moves against him, voice soon breaking through the heavy haze of sleep. It's been some time since he slept quite this hard - since he slept at all - and he feels a little groggy still. He reaches back to brush his fingers over Caleb's cheek. It's strange to have someone in his bed. In this bedroom. He hasn't taken a lover that he would share this with in quite some time. The last one he saw with any sort of frequency did not come to him.
"Is it?" he sighs, and perhaps does something that few but those in his intimate acquaintance could imagine: he pulls a pillow over his head. Yussa knows he should take a bath, and there are other things he would like to get to.
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While Yussa can't see it, Caleb grins, both surprised and delighted. This is unexpected and unflattering and personal, and therefore incredibly charming. He'll probably be able to feel Caleb's smile when he presses it to the back of his shoulder, a half-hearted attempt at placation. He's too amused to put his all into it.
"It seems like an improvement on yesterday, at least." The longer he's awake, the more aware he becomes of the soreness in his muscles, especially in his core and biceps and thighs, which got quite a workout.
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He feels absolutely wrung out. His back, his core, his thighs are all sore. His cunt is a bit sore after all that use.
"Thank you," he murmurs. He isn't quite sure what he would have done had Caleb not sent him a message, but he suspects his day and night would have been more frustrating and less satisfying. Then he sighs and casts Sending.
"Wensforth, please send up breakfast and a bath." He's quiet for a moment, ostensibly listening to the goblin's response. Whatever his answer, it prompts a breathy laugh. "He says we can manage our own bath, but the rest will be arriving shortly."
Yussa looks at Caleb for a moment, gaze softening.
"Are you well?"
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Thankfully he's able to breathe again by the time Yussa is finished Sending to Wensforth, and he laughs softly too when he shares the goblin's response. "He has been getting cheeky lately," he observes with amusement.
Perhaps it was too soon to say about being able to breathe, though. He just can't contend with the tenderness of this.
"Ja, I'm good," he manages, absolutely certain that he must look almost as ridiculously smitten as he feels. "Glad you are feeling more like yourself again. Not that I did not enjoy myself thoroughly, but..." A pale shoulder bobs in a half shrug. "I prefer when you want me out of desire, not necessity."
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Yussa reaches to stroke Caleb's cheek, admiring the sweet look the other man is giving him. No one has looked at him quite like that in... oh. Certainly far longer than Caleb's been alive. He leans close to kiss him.
"I prefer to be able to enjoy you in my right mind," he agrees. Sex with Caleb is always good, and Yussa enjoys spending time with him whether or not his cock is involved. But that had been... a lot. Too much. Most of it felt like a fog and the need had been intense enough that enjoying it became difficult.
He hears a faint bell ring to announce the appearance of their breakfast, a spread of fruit and light, warm pastries. Yussa sighs and rolls onto his back to stretch, lithe and relatively relaxed in the morning sun. Feeling like this makes him want to figure out how that Shadowhand manages to float the way he does. It must be a cantrip. But he will have to puzzle over that another day. He doesn't know it now, and so if he wants to move anywhere, he will have to do it himself.
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"Your mind is beautiful," he says, soft and genuine. "While it can be fun to let go of for a bit, it should be your choice to do so." With sympathy, he adds, "It must have been...frustrating." At best, he would assume. Possibly terrifying at worst. But he isn't going to put words like that in Yussa's mouth.
The arrival of breakfast is nicely timed, as it prevents him from further embarrassing himself. Instead he watches Yussa stretch, simply admiring his body in the sun's warm light without intent. He'd like to kiss him, but refrains. His friend has had enough of that, surely. He'll let him decide what sort of physical affection he'd like to maintain.
Just as he'd done yesterday, Caleb rises from the bed, still bare, and retrieves the tray from the table so that Yussa doesn't have to get up. He sets it on top of the coverlet when he returns, sitting near the edge of the bed.
"As for the bath," he says, still with some lingering amusement at Wensforth's blatant refusal, "if you direct me to the tub, I can draw it."
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Since he'll be up, it seems reasonable to ask. Yussa shifts closer to the tray and sits up so that he can peruse the offerings.
Yussa's bedroom is more or less neutral in terms of colors, and though there is elegant latticework and detail almost everywhere one looks, it's relatively simple at first glance. The bathroom, in some ways, is very similar and yet a sharp departure. The rich blue walls contrast the white tiles and two large lanterns sit in alcoves against the wall. The tub is large and in the center of the room. What makes the effect of the space particularly stunning is the mosaic chandelier above it all, casting patterns of light and shadow all over the walls. Some of the floorspace is taken up by large pillar candles.
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As expected, it is stunning. Certainly the most impressive washroom he's ever seen. Caleb simply stares for a moment, taking in the way the light from the beautifully crafted chandelier above speckles the walls and the cool white marble of the tub. Chewing slowly, he pads barefoot to the tub, weaving between the candles that surround it. He expected to have to fill it with a spell, but it looks as though he only has to turn a tap for water to begin to flow, and that feels like magic. In this tower, maybe it is.
He sits on the tub's wide lip and watches it fill for long enough to dip a cloth into the cool water. He wrings it out before returning to the bedroom for a pastry. Their dinner last night had been wonderful, but he's worked up an appetite again since. The one he picks is light and flaky, and he tastes honey and almonds when he bites into it. When he settles on the bed again it is beside Yussa this time. He offers the cloth, cool and damp.
"Your tub is a wonder," he says, conversational. "It will be only another minute or two before it is full."
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"Thank you. It took some work between an enchanter and I, but it's been reliable since."
The tower is built out of Yussa's will, but things still had to work. Yussa brushes his hair back before reaching for another small pastry. There's fruit in it, that's all that matters to him. And as he sits back form the tray, he leans against Caleb's side. Despite feeling clear-headed, his body is still rather wrung out.
"How are you feeling?" he asks as he reaches for one of the cups of tea that had been sent up. "I know you said you are, but truly."
He makes himself sit up straight so he can meet Caleb's gaze.
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Noting the tea when Yussa picks up his, Caleb follows his lead, though he mostly holds the warm cup between his hands as he thinks, caught slightly off-guard to be asked for a more truthful answer to the question he'd answered earlier. It's touching, actually, that Yussa wants to know, presumably because he wants to look after him.
"Tired, but...relieved." Caleb lets the other man catch his eye. "You scared me a bit yesterday," he admits, but this is still an understatement. "I am fond of you, Yussa Errenis. If I needed to go to another plane to bring you back, I would have, but I was not really prepared for it."
Though he speaks mildly, it's true. He would have, and he would have gathered others for an emergency rescue mission, if that was what was required. Thankfully it wasn't.
"Staying in bed with you all day was a lot better. A lot." His brows raise for emphasis. "And I am glad that I could be here to help you, ah...suffer a little less. Still, I know it must have been a trying experience, and I hope that I did not misuse your trust in any way."
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