Caleb's eyebrows shoot up, doubly surprised. He wouldn't have expected Yussa to go to the trouble to procure such a thing just for tonight. Yet his lover has committed to this fantasy in so many other ways, going above and beyond as he is wont to do, and he certainly has the means to procure whatever he might want in order to enhance their play. So perhaps it is not so surprising after all.
"You are referring to, ah...some sort of refined aphrodisiac, I presume."
He's hardly ignorant of the practice, though he was also under the impression that these compounds were typically used by the providers themselves rather than their clients. That Yussa is choosing to make this offer entirely unprompted is, in that case, especially telling. He really does want Caleb to get what he wants from tonight. Whatever he wants.
"Is this a drug, or magical in nature?" His lips quirk a fraction wider, surprise melting into amusement. "Or both?"
Yussa considers his answer. "More of the former than the latter. In my adventuring days I came across some plants in Issylra that made for an... interesting reaction. I've refined it since then."
It isn't any drug, it's Yussa's concoction. He drops the hint about Issylra, thinking that Caleb's perfect memory would not soon forget the details of that somewhat distressing and exhausting day after Yussa returned from a trip abroad with new components to experiment with.
He sinks into the water up to his shoulders for a rinse, then slips out of the water. He doesn't bother with a towel but does make sure his feet are completely wet before he moves across the tile floor. He opens the small cabinet next to the bed and takes out a small tin. Yussa deftly crosses back to the pool and sits down on the edge of it, trying to ignore the slight shock of the cold tile against his overheated cunt.
"It's a powder," he says. "Easily mixed with a drink or food. It's not quite as potent as it was in its original form, but it's far more... predictable."
Oh. Oh. It's that. Caleb's mind is immediately catapulted back--gods, was it really more than a year ago already?--to that frantic, somewhat concerning but thoroughly satisfying day and night spent tending to an utterly unsatiable Yussa, his body enflamed by a particularly potent accidental combination of components.
Well then.
"Consider me intrigued," he says, watching Yussa climb dripping from the pool and collect what he needs from the bedside cabinet with a gnawing hunger that (currently) has no outlet.
He has some concerns, namely the potency of the compound. Yussa was in a state for nearly a full day, and in the context of their game, Caleb has much less time. In fact, he doesn't particularly want to experience the level of intensity that Yussa had, either. The loss of control isn't something he wants for this particular experience, and as much as the idea of fucking Yussa all night appeals in theory, the idea of remaining hard without relief no matter how many times he comes is--well, actually, that sounds like something he would be very into. Just not tonight, unprepared for that sort of commitment as he is.
But Yussa assuages that fear without him even having to voice it. If he's refined it into a far less volatile form, Caleb trusts his work and his judgement. (Also, he's very curious as to how he knows it is predictable now. Has he been testing it on himself without inviting his lover? Caleb saves the playful affront he feels for later.)
"As long as I am not still sporting an erection when I walk out of here tomorrow, that sounds good to me," he jokes, wading through the water to lean against the side of the pool where Yussa sits. His hand covers the other man's knee when he places it there and squeezes. "This is generous, Yussa. Thank you."
"No, certainly not," he assures. "In this form it will make... bouncing back quickly a less daunting task. And in a measured dose it will wear off in a few hours."
But that gives them that much time to indulge, and if Caleb decides he wants to go a little longer, Yussa knows how to dose it to last an hour or so more. He also has a dose of something to make it end sooner, if anything should come up. Caleb's hand is warm on his knee and that touch alone - along with the tile he's currently sitting on - remind him that his own arousal is still simmering.
"Shall I pour another glass of wine?" he asks, allowing himself to sound more coy. As soon as he has his answer, Yussa gestures at the tray still sitting by the bed. It comes to them as if carried by a steady hand; once on the floor next to Yussa, he refills one of the wine glasses. He opens the tin and takes a small spoon off the tray, possibly there for this purpose, and deftly measures a dose to tip into the glass. Another small casting makes the wine in the glass swirl. Satisfied that the powder has dissolved, Yussa offers the glass to his patron.
"It will take a few minutes," he adds. "We can rest while we wait. You'll feel it... perhaps a little more intensely than normal arousal, but you won't be mindless or without control. It enhances, nothing more."
"Please," Caleb confirms when offered wine, and smiles as Yussa brings the tray to them with his mage hand. That he is an accomplished mage with a brilliant mind for arcana really is one of the reasons the Caleb of this fantasy became interested in him, and that shows in the way he watches him cast.
He observes as Yussa deftly prepares his dose (he has absolutely been experimenting, and Caleb will press him about that later), and accepts the glass from him with another murmur of thanks when he is finished, holding it by the stem.
"Sehr gut. That seems like a very enjoyable way to make the most of tonight," he says, bright-eyed and smiling crookedly. "Well then. To continuing a memorable evening." He tips the glass in a toast, then raises it to his lips and drinks.
True to what Yussa said, he doesn't feel anything right away, just the momentary dizzy rush of downing a glass of wine all in one go. He sets it empty back onto the tray, presses a playful kiss to his lover's cheek, and uses this opportunity to wash up a bit himself; a clean slate for what's to come next. He doesn't feel any change yet by the time he's finished, and Yussa's suggestion to rest while they wait is exactly what he wants.
After they are both dry enough, they roll back into bed together--after Yussa has prestidigitated the sheets in a few necessary places, of course. Caleb lays naked and relaxed on his back in the middle of the lavish duvet with more pillows than he knows what to do with and pulls his generous lover against him, an arm looped beneath him around his waist as he combs gentle fingers through Yussa's damp hair with the other. If he does nothing with it, Caleb knows it will dry either in waves or loose curls, depending on the humidity; but like so much else about this man, he isn't supposed to know that yet. Tonight he does his best to look at him with new eyes, enjoying the process of rediscovery, of falling in love with Yussa one detail at a time all over again.
Yussa admires Caleb while he bathes, having a small glass of wine for himself as the other man finishes up. Once they're both dry, it's easy to fall into bed again. He settles against Caleb's side, enjoying the scent of the soap on his skin. He doesn't bother to do much with his hair beyond making sure it isn't tangled as they settle in together.
His fingers drift lazily over Caleb's chest, tracing up and down his sternum as he takes in the man beside him. Playing at not knowing each other at all means he can see this all again, but he can't quite shake the memory of the very first time. Maybe that helps - this man in his bed is far from the terrified mage that first came to his tower. The fantasy blurs and Yussa lets all of that slip from his mind, focusing more on the immediacy of his lover's presence.
The night is warm enough to be pleasant with the balcony doors left open, but the breeze coming off the ocean keeps it from being oppressive. It is a perfect night for this. For anything.
He's content to take the time to relax, knowing - more or less - what he'll be in for once the powder kicks in. He keeps up a conversation if it seems like Caleb wants one, knowing at the very least they have enough in common as arcanists for it to be interesting rather than just empty small talk.
Tonight, playing at meeting Yussa for the first time again, but this time as a fully realized version of himself, that magnetic pull is undeniable and intense right from the start. They look at each other, drifting between engaging conversation and comfortable quiet as Yussa strokes fingers through the dark red hair on his chest and Caleb's thumb rubs back and forth against his spine, and Caleb feels something beneath his skin like an electric current, or the weave of magic touching flesh. (He is pretty sure it is not the drugs. Not solely, anyway.)
Somehow he knows that if this night were real, if they were actually the versions of themselves they are pretending to be, he would still feel whatever that is, a powerfully physical and emotional and intellectual connection. If he was the Caleb Widogast who spent months working for the means to spend a night in this man's bed, he knows that he would be falling in love right now.
When love happens to him, it is always like that. Hard and fast and bordering on obsessive, and against whatever reason he may wish to apply.
Caleb enjoys the conversation for a bit, but does eventually slip into a light doze. It's not quite sleep, as he still retains a fuzzy awareness of sensations and thoughts, but he lets his mind slip into a more restful state where he doesn't examine these things, letting them drift away as quickly as they occur. Most importantly, he can still check the time and make sure he isn't wasting too much of it. But he really wrecked and exhausted Yussa in that last round in a way he never has before. Giving him some time to recover before they continue seems less like a courtesy than a necessity.
As Caleb drifts off, Yussa allows himself to do the same. It isn't a full trance, though even if it was he could slip out of it easily. It's a lighter meditative state, listening to the sound of his lover's heart and the ocean below. If not for the sounds of the city, they could be in Tidepeak. Despite the comfort there, Yussa is grateful that they are here instead, playing in this fantasy. It allows him to see sides of Caleb he hasn't discovered yet, ones that leave him curious and delighted. It's a good enough game to get the younger man further out of his head, out of the role he assumes is his. That Caleb's curiosity and willingness to experiment matches his own only makes it more fulfilling.
Perhaps it's for the best he isn't trying to trance. Yussa is still very aware of the lingering ache in his body, the desire for fulfillment despite their last round. Or perhaps because of it. He resists the urge to touch himself while Caleb dozes, determined to give the other man that control and pleasure himself. It's very tempting, though, especially when it's easy to slip his leg over Caleb's and to feel the slight pressure of his patron's thigh between his own. He doesn't press or grind the way he wants to, and he's not sure if acknowledging this is worse than letting it fade.
Yussa breaths a soft sigh and lets go of the feeling, the thought, as best he can. He keeps his own mind on the time, but he isn't worried. If Caleb is determined not to rest too long, Yussa has no doubt his lover's internal clock will rattle him when it's time.
He listens to the sound of Caleb's breathing, focusing on that rather than his heart as it's more likely to tell him when the other man is coming around. He'll slip out of his meditation when he catches the change.
After Yussa's thigh slides over his, Caleb remains very aware of that particular contact, even in his half-drifting state. Yussa's skin is warm and soft everywhere they are pressed together, but especially between his legs, where Caleb can feel the damp heat of his folds. The evidence that his arousal still persists isn't quite enough to prompt him to cut short their rest so soon, but it is probably the reason Caleb's cock starts to stir again before his mind does.
Caleb's awareness begins to sharpen some time after that--a little more than an hour, according to his internal clock--and his breathing changes from the slow, deep cadence of rest to shorter and shallower breaths as he wakes fully. It was a relatively short amount of time, just as he wanted, but it was enough that he does feel somewhat noticeably rejuvenated. Almost a surprise to him, his cock has firmed up in that time to at least half stiffness with no prompting. That maybe is the drugs.
His eyes open, but he doesn't move, still laying there on his back with Yussa tucked against and partially over him, but takes stock of what he notices about his body, because certainly, Yussa's Issylran plant concoction has fully hit his system by now. In addition to the obvious arousal, there is some restlessness, some insistence from his body, but not much more so than if he'd woken half hard in any other context. He isn't exceptionally uncomfortable or desperate. He feels in perfect control of himself and his desires.
He does very much want to fuck, though.
Reaching down with his free arm, he adjusts the way his erection lays against his belly, feeling a twitch and pulse of pleasure as it begins to plump up more now that he is actively noticing and planning to do something about it. His hand lingers. All right, fine--he indulges, just a little, in gently squeezing the hardening shaft and rolling his balls in his hand, and his body absolutely lights up from within, a signal traveling through his nerves like a message along copper wire.
Okay, maybe there is a little something extra to this, but Caleb's previous assessment still stands. There's no distress or frenzied need; it just feels good.
Yussa feels Caleb move as he wakes and a smirk teases at the corner of his mouth when he realizes what he can feel is the movement of Caleb's arm as he strokes his cock. He'd know that motion even if he were properly trancing. He opens his eyes to peer up at the other man.
"Feeling rested?" he asks, his voice warm and low. Caleb looks good lying beside him, beneath him, enjoying himself in such an effortless way. Gods, this was a good idea.
Yussa shifts carefully so that he can prop himself up on his elbow, careful to avoid the arm still around him. He flicks his gaze down to Caleb's quickly firming cock pointedly before meeting his gaze again. He leans down to give Caleb a light kiss that could be mistaken for chaste if not for the heat of his cunt pressed against Caleb's thigh. His own arousal has come rushing back now that he's certain the powder is working as it should. It's always gratifying when a series of experiments works the way he wanted them to. He's almost certain Caleb will want to know more details after this, as he knows he hasn't forgotten that day.
Far from being shy about being caught with his hand around his cock, Caleb grins at Yussa's coy observations and returns his kiss as gently as it's given, thrilled by the contrast of sweet and chaste with the heat of his cunt against his thigh, a more deliberate pressure now that Yussa is awake and making a point.
Gods, this was a good idea.
"Both, ja," he confirms, voice heavy and rumbling from his chest.
Now that Yussa has shifted, the arm around him slides further down so Caleb can grip his ass. His fingertips skim the base of the glass plug between his cheeks, but what he is doing is pulling him closer, perhaps over him more, or maybe just encouraging him to grind on his thigh--either works.
"And you? The same?" he guesses. It seems that way, but he wants to be sure. That was a lot, before, and Yussa was pretty unsteady after. "You seem capable of moving on your own now, at least," he teases.
Yussa's breath catches quietly as Caleb grabs his ass, drawing his attention back to the plug still settled inside him. Heat immediately suffuses his cheeks and he moves with the pressure, indulging with a grinding thrust against Caleb's thigh before he moves a little higher. He shifts his weight, trying to keep them both comfortable. He knows he's wet - still - and that condition is certainly not easing now.
"Yes," he answers. Caleb's smile, his amusement, is infectious and soon his own smile reappears. Yussa loves the younger man's easy confidence in this moment. "Much steadier than I was earlier."
His recovery didn't take long, thankfully, but the rest has helped immensely. Enough that his body feels alight again beneath Caleb's touch, responding eagerly to his attention. Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he reaches down to roll Caleb's balls gently in his palm while the other man strokes himself. His hips move again, more subtle this time but undeniable.
"I must confess that I am eager to see the powder's effect and hear your thoughts. Most of my experiments were somewhat limited, as I had only one test subject." His hand slides higher to stroke up Caleb's cock, either over the other man's hand or after it.
There are not many things that bring him as much joy and satisfaction as Yussa's smile, but feeling how wet he still is as he grinds on his thigh comes pretty close right now. And--
Gods, his brain fizzles out for a span of several seconds when Yussa takes his balls in a soft, manicured hand. He moans, startled by the intensity of sensation, always just a little more than he was expecting. Fuck. His cock is firming up dizzyingly fast in his hand, and he isn't even trying. His strokes are still lazy at best, little more than rolling the foreskin up and down his shaft. He is deeply curious about where this is headed, and it seems he's not the only one.
My experiments, Yussa says. One test subject. He fucking knew it.
"So what you are saying is I am to be the first subject of the full experiment? That is flattering," Caleb laughs breathlessly, delighted. "I see now why you made this offer. Don't get many fellow arcanists in your bed, do you?"
Amusement and affection deepen the creases at the corners of Caleb's sparkling eyes as he adds, playfully skirting the edge of knowledge he shouldn't have, "Self-testing can be risky. I imagine it is very possible to have too much of a good thing with this stuff."
Hearing Caleb moan like that is always satisfying, but most of all when Yussa seems to have startled it out of him. It takes effort to hold onto the illusion of their game when he sees the light in Caleb's eyes. But they are enjoying themselves and that makes the effort worth it.
"No, and if I am very honest I would not risk it with my less adventurous patrons." Yussa shifts again, moving his hips slowly to avoid getting too far ahead of himself. He's focused on Caleb. "Self-testing may be risky, but it also allows for the most direct observation."
Yussa smiles and kisses Caleb again, tongue teasing over the other man's bottom lip before he pulls away again. "As long as you are enjoying yourself, I'll call it a success."
"Direct observation is one way to put it," Caleb says, brows raised for emphasis, before Yussa leans into him for another kiss. This one is a tease in exactly the way that gets Caleb hot under the collar, a promising swipe of tongue over his lower lip, but Yussa draws back before Caleb can open his mouth to him the way he immediately wanted to.
Gods, this man knows exactly how to drive him wild. He would call it unfair if he didn't enjoy it so much.
"So far so good. But we have barely gotten started," he points out, still wearing a lazy little smile. His gaze slips down to watch their hands move together on his cock, Yussa's over his. He's hard and red already, and even these slow, loose strokes feel good enough that he feels the urge to rock his hips into them, his gut filled with heat.
The hand still spread over Yussa's ass gives a more pointed squeeze, and Caleb's fingers press with intention this time against the base of the plug, pushing it that fraction deeper. Yussa isn't the only one capable of teasing.
"Barely," he agrees, more breathy as Caleb presses against the plug. That earns a firmer rock of Yussa's hips, a more deliberate grind against Caleb's thigh. He tries to adjust his position to get a better angle. Caleb's cock is hot and hard where Yussa manages to touch him and that alone sends another flutter of arousal through him, another surge of wetness as his body readies itself for more.
His hand squeezes around Caleb's before it leaves his cock in favor of stroking along the other man's cheek. Yussa kisses him again, still too brief to allow Caleb a deeper embrace.
"Did you dream of this night?" he asks, knowing Caleb couldn't have slipped into a deep enough rest to dream while they rested, but there were many nights that came before this one between the day Caleb decided to start saving his money and now. "Of me?"
It's a self-indulgent thing to ask, but he likes the sound of his patron's voice, and it is his job to make sure this night meets Caleb's needs and desires as much as he can.
Yussa's hand moves away, but Caleb keeps stroking himself, breath hitching as his lover again kisses him without allowing him to deepen it the way he craves. The other man knows well how much he likes having the thing he wants dangled in front of him, just out of reach. Frustration and longing make the eventual taking so much sweeter.
But tonight is not for denial, he remembers. It is for indulgence. For having from this man whatever he wants.
"Awake and asleep," Caleb isn't ashamed to admit, though he is slightly bashful as he says it aloud, meeting his lover's striking golden eyes. But if Yussa wants to hear how desired he is, that is the very least he can do. "I had months to wonder what it would be like to finally be...here. You have already surpassed my expectations, if you are wondering. And I had some lofty ones."
Another smile flashes briefly across his lips, small but warm. His head lifts from the pillow to to take Yussa's lips in a kiss himself--and this time, deepens it without waiting to be invited.
It's satisfying to tease a man into coming for what he wants, and tonight is no different. Yussa sees Caleb's smile only moments before the kiss. He doesn't resist, leaning into it as Caleb meets him part way and the moment his lover's tongue sweeps into his mouth, Yussa moans. Gods, he was not expecting that alone to send a little jolt through him, but he's now quite acquainted with his patron's tongue and his cunt has not forgotten how it felt.
Yussa doesn't break the kiss, allowing Caleb to decide when to do so. But, in a slip of control, he does seek more satisfaction with a few more deliberate, quietly urgent thrusts against Caleb's thigh.
When they finally part, Yussa's cheeks are flushed with warmth. For the sake of balance, he's straddled Caleb's thigh, which has him leaning slightly over the other man rather than tucked against his side. Every move he makes now reminds him of the plug filling him, keeping him ready, and he can take pleasure in that as tension rolls through his body.
"I'm gratified to have lived up to my reputation, and your expectations." He leans lower, lips near Caleb's ear. "And I am very ready for you again."
The way Yussa moans against his mouth makes the effort to gather his resolve completely worthwhile, and reminds him that Yussa too wanted to see control from him tonight. It is a significant part of this fantasy for him. Caleb kisses him thoroughly, as if to reassert himself, before finally allowing their lips to part when his own start to ache.
He's earned this, he reminds himself. That is the premise. I am very ready for you again, Yussa murmurs into his ear, and Caleb moans, feeling his cock throb in his hand.
The opposite of discouraging him from taking pleasure against his thigh, however, Caleb encourages it, using the grip on his ass to guide him into another thrust as his fingers toy with the plug, pulling it out until he begins to feel resistance then pushing it back into place. It is thrilling to be the one making Yussa squirm, or beg, or ache with unfulfilled need.
"I want you over me," Caleb says, heated and thickly Zemnian, scraping the lower range of his voice. "riding my cock." He gives the plug another tug for emphasis, and is swept up in a rush of sudden need as he feels the way Yussa's hole clenches to keep it inside. Fuck, he needs to feel that around his cock.
Yussa feels a throb of heat low in his body and a jolt of pleasure as his clit grinds against Caleb's thigh, encouraged by the hand still gripping him so lewdly. He gasps sharply as the plug moves, rubbing inside him as Caleb manipulates it. He leans his weight into the hand that's pressed to the bed and nods to express his understanding, but all that escapes him is a moan as the toy moves again.
He throws his leg over Caleb's hip so that he can straddle him fully. His free hand reaches for Caleb's cock so that he can feel it pressed against him, so that Caleb can feel how wet he is, how ready.
"My cunt or my ass, Caleb?" he asks as his golden eyes focus on the younger man's face. With the toy still inside him, perhaps that answer should be obvious. But Yussa asks all the same, and as he waits for an answer he glides over the length of Caleb's cock until he can feel the head nudging against his clit. Then he rocks forward, feeling it stroke between his folds until it teases past his entrance.
Gladly, Caleb relinquishes his cock to Yussa when he reaches for it. The sight of him perched over his hips and the wet heat of his cunt dragging along his cock pull another low moan from his throat, and he grips the gentle flare of a hip with the hand not currently preoccupied by rocking the plug inside him.
The way Yussa looks at him, molten gold eyes focused and intent, is thrilling on its own, but the way he boldly holds his gaze as he poses that question makes him throb with want.
Gods, he so rarely talks this way--crudely, bluntly, lewdly. Gracefully grinding his slick folds along his desperately hard cock and looking down at him with effortless confidence, he must know exactly what effect that has on Caleb. Yet it is also fairly clear which answer Yussa is expecting, and it isn't the one Caleb has in mind. He does very nearly relent as he feels the wet, welcoming heat of his entrance yield for the head of his cock, but holds to his determination. There is a particular sort of power in subverting expectations--and he put that plug there for a reason.
"Your ass, Yussa." He is breathless, but resolute.
Gripping the base of the plug, he draws it back again, but this time he doesn't stop when Yussa's body naturally resists against the widest part of the flare. After stretching him so thoroughly earlier, the plug went in easily--and with just a little more patience, it comes out again the same way.
Even if Yussa is the one who asked, the way Caleb responds sends a shock of excitement right through him. It's so bluntly stated in answer to his coy question that it feels like he's been caught trying to get away with something.
Yussa's lips part in a gasp and he tenses just briefly as Caleb works the plug back out of him. His face burns as he stretches around the widest part, reminding him just how thoroughly prepared and used he was not that long ago. The entire point was to keep him open so that Caleb could just have him whenever he might want to, and that he's using this moment to make good on it, to ensure that Yussa fully realizes that he is not the guiding hand here, is--desperately arousing.
He bows his head, taking a moment to collect himself when he is fully empty again. He gives a weak rock of his hips with the full knowledge that Caleb will fuck him where and how he wants. He peers at his patron again and moves forward a bit more, until he can feel Caleb's cock brush against his rear. Yussa reaches back, guiding it against him just to feel it without guiding him in yet.
"What do you think, Herr Widogast?" he murmurs. "Am I ready to take you just as we are?"
Even as he speaks, Yussa quickly casts prestidigitation to slick more oil over Caleb's cock. A little more couldn't hurt, especially since they have washed some of it away. But gods, he is desperately aware of how open he feels.
Yussa seems more affected by this little power play than Caleb expected, and the realization of how much influence he has here sends him reeling yet again. Yussa likes Caleb flexing his control here, wants to cede the power he normally holds to him. Submission and Yussa seem antithetical on the surface, but Caleb knows it is possible. He fucked him into a state of near incoherent compliance barely an hour ago.
The plug is abandoned on the bed so Caleb can grip the other man's hips on both sides, framing the subtle curves of his svelte shape between his hands. The tattoos adorning his skin have the same effect, beautiful in their own right, but also following the contours of his form in a way that draws the eye, accentuating the features Caleb already found so attractive.
Caleb looks his fill, openly admiring with eyes dark with desire as Yussa shifts forward and guides his cock to rub against his ass, quickly slick with more oil. He'd used so much earlier, a deliberately excessive amount, and he knows Yussa will still be plenty wet inside. He can feel the soft give of his well-prepared hole against his cock, decadently yielding. Thoroughly stretched and fucked so recently, plugged up in the short time since, Yussa's sultry question has just one answer this time. Caleb's lips curl in wry little smile, and his hands don't have to slide far on Yussa's petite frame to cup his ass and spread his cheeks himself. "Ja, schatz," he murmurs, matching his lover's tone. "I made certain of it."
Control has been - and remains - an essential part of Yussa's life. He commands it effortlessly and he lives the way that he does to maintain it. It feels like instinct at his age. That is what makes having a partner he trusts enough to cede it to so delicious. It's been some time since he felt able to do it; he knows Caleb is capable, he knows Caleb enjoys it, when he finds his feet. Moments like this prove that his lover can more than balance him.
Yussa feels another shiver at Caleb's answer and at the way his patron's hands slide to spread him open. He keeps his eyes on the younger man's face as he lifts up more to guide the slick head of Caleb's cock past the soft give of his thoroughly prepared hole. It's far easier than he expects to sink down the first few inches. He swallows thickly and eases down more, until he finds himself fully sitting in Caleb's lap again. Gods, he feels good. Caleb's cock fills him differently - deeper - than the toy and Yussa feels himself tense around him.
He glances back to be sure he knows where Caleb's legs are, then carefully leans back, bracing himself against the other man's knees. It offers a better view of where his cock fills him as Yussa starts to move. For now he keeps Caleb deep, only letting him slide out a few inches before he sinks back down again, enjoying the deep stroke. This position also ensures that his flushed, wet cunt is on full display.
Caleb watches with rapt attention as Yussa lowers himself onto his cock. His view is mostly obscured, but he certainly feels the soft pressure of his rim stretching around him, almost obscenely easy and pliant, and the slick-hot friction of his snug passage surrounding him as Yussa sinks down carefully until he's settled in his lap. The flush already coloring Caleb's pale skin deepens and his breath grows steadily more ragged with excitement and arousal.
As if this was not a feast for his senses already, Yussa repositions himself, bracing against Caleb's knees and angling his body so Caleb can see between his legs. As his lover begins to move, Caleb groans with the combined pleasure of grinding decadently deep inside him and the sight of his achingly hard cock spreading his hole. Glimpsing an inch or two at a time as Yussa lifts up only to watch it disappear completely inside him again when he sinks down is almost unbearably erotic, made even more so by the frankly mouth-watering view of his flushed and empty cunt in proximity. Swollen, glistening folds and the fullness of his hard clit prove that Yussa has been aroused for significantly longer than they've been awake.
"Gods, you are perfect," Caleb husks, gaze roving hungrily over every inch of Yussa's body, spoiled for choice. Broad human hands still settled over his ass clutch the soft flesh tighter, and he uses what strength he has to guide Yussa against him--not to change how he is choosing to move, which Caleb is very, very happy with, but to enhance it.
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"You are referring to, ah...some sort of refined aphrodisiac, I presume."
He's hardly ignorant of the practice, though he was also under the impression that these compounds were typically used by the providers themselves rather than their clients. That Yussa is choosing to make this offer entirely unprompted is, in that case, especially telling. He really does want Caleb to get what he wants from tonight. Whatever he wants.
"Is this a drug, or magical in nature?" His lips quirk a fraction wider, surprise melting into amusement. "Or both?"
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It isn't any drug, it's Yussa's concoction. He drops the hint about Issylra, thinking that Caleb's perfect memory would not soon forget the details of that somewhat distressing and exhausting day after Yussa returned from a trip abroad with new components to experiment with.
He sinks into the water up to his shoulders for a rinse, then slips out of the water. He doesn't bother with a towel but does make sure his feet are completely wet before he moves across the tile floor. He opens the small cabinet next to the bed and takes out a small tin. Yussa deftly crosses back to the pool and sits down on the edge of it, trying to ignore the slight shock of the cold tile against his overheated cunt.
"It's a powder," he says. "Easily mixed with a drink or food. It's not quite as potent as it was in its original form, but it's far more... predictable."
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Well then.
"Consider me intrigued," he says, watching Yussa climb dripping from the pool and collect what he needs from the bedside cabinet with a gnawing hunger that (currently) has no outlet.
He has some concerns, namely the potency of the compound. Yussa was in a state for nearly a full day, and in the context of their game, Caleb has much less time. In fact, he doesn't particularly want to experience the level of intensity that Yussa had, either. The loss of control isn't something he wants for this particular experience, and as much as the idea of fucking Yussa all night appeals in theory, the idea of remaining hard without relief no matter how many times he comes is--well, actually, that sounds like something he would be very into. Just not tonight, unprepared for that sort of commitment as he is.
But Yussa assuages that fear without him even having to voice it. If he's refined it into a far less volatile form, Caleb trusts his work and his judgement. (Also, he's very curious as to how he knows it is predictable now. Has he been testing it on himself without inviting his lover? Caleb saves the playful affront he feels for later.)
"As long as I am not still sporting an erection when I walk out of here tomorrow, that sounds good to me," he jokes, wading through the water to lean against the side of the pool where Yussa sits. His hand covers the other man's knee when he places it there and squeezes. "This is generous, Yussa. Thank you."
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But that gives them that much time to indulge, and if Caleb decides he wants to go a little longer, Yussa knows how to dose it to last an hour or so more. He also has a dose of something to make it end sooner, if anything should come up. Caleb's hand is warm on his knee and that touch alone - along with the tile he's currently sitting on - remind him that his own arousal is still simmering.
"Shall I pour another glass of wine?" he asks, allowing himself to sound more coy. As soon as he has his answer, Yussa gestures at the tray still sitting by the bed. It comes to them as if carried by a steady hand; once on the floor next to Yussa, he refills one of the wine glasses. He opens the tin and takes a small spoon off the tray, possibly there for this purpose, and deftly measures a dose to tip into the glass. Another small casting makes the wine in the glass swirl. Satisfied that the powder has dissolved, Yussa offers the glass to his patron.
"It will take a few minutes," he adds. "We can rest while we wait. You'll feel it... perhaps a little more intensely than normal arousal, but you won't be mindless or without control. It enhances, nothing more."
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He observes as Yussa deftly prepares his dose (he has absolutely been experimenting, and Caleb will press him about that later), and accepts the glass from him with another murmur of thanks when he is finished, holding it by the stem.
"Sehr gut. That seems like a very enjoyable way to make the most of tonight," he says, bright-eyed and smiling crookedly. "Well then. To continuing a memorable evening." He tips the glass in a toast, then raises it to his lips and drinks.
True to what Yussa said, he doesn't feel anything right away, just the momentary dizzy rush of downing a glass of wine all in one go. He sets it empty back onto the tray, presses a playful kiss to his lover's cheek, and uses this opportunity to wash up a bit himself; a clean slate for what's to come next. He doesn't feel any change yet by the time he's finished, and Yussa's suggestion to rest while they wait is exactly what he wants.
After they are both dry enough, they roll back into bed together--after Yussa has prestidigitated the sheets in a few necessary places, of course. Caleb lays naked and relaxed on his back in the middle of the lavish duvet with more pillows than he knows what to do with and pulls his generous lover against him, an arm looped beneath him around his waist as he combs gentle fingers through Yussa's damp hair with the other. If he does nothing with it, Caleb knows it will dry either in waves or loose curls, depending on the humidity; but like so much else about this man, he isn't supposed to know that yet. Tonight he does his best to look at him with new eyes, enjoying the process of rediscovery, of falling in love with Yussa one detail at a time all over again.
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His fingers drift lazily over Caleb's chest, tracing up and down his sternum as he takes in the man beside him. Playing at not knowing each other at all means he can see this all again, but he can't quite shake the memory of the very first time. Maybe that helps - this man in his bed is far from the terrified mage that first came to his tower. The fantasy blurs and Yussa lets all of that slip from his mind, focusing more on the immediacy of his lover's presence.
The night is warm enough to be pleasant with the balcony doors left open, but the breeze coming off the ocean keeps it from being oppressive. It is a perfect night for this. For anything.
He's content to take the time to relax, knowing - more or less - what he'll be in for once the powder kicks in. He keeps up a conversation if it seems like Caleb wants one, knowing at the very least they have enough in common as arcanists for it to be interesting rather than just empty small talk.
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Tonight, playing at meeting Yussa for the first time again, but this time as a fully realized version of himself, that magnetic pull is undeniable and intense right from the start. They look at each other, drifting between engaging conversation and comfortable quiet as Yussa strokes fingers through the dark red hair on his chest and Caleb's thumb rubs back and forth against his spine, and Caleb feels something beneath his skin like an electric current, or the weave of magic touching flesh. (He is pretty sure it is not the drugs. Not solely, anyway.)
Somehow he knows that if this night were real, if they were actually the versions of themselves they are pretending to be, he would still feel whatever that is, a powerfully physical and emotional and intellectual connection. If he was the Caleb Widogast who spent months working for the means to spend a night in this man's bed, he knows that he would be falling in love right now.
When love happens to him, it is always like that. Hard and fast and bordering on obsessive, and against whatever reason he may wish to apply.
Caleb enjoys the conversation for a bit, but does eventually slip into a light doze. It's not quite sleep, as he still retains a fuzzy awareness of sensations and thoughts, but he lets his mind slip into a more restful state where he doesn't examine these things, letting them drift away as quickly as they occur. Most importantly, he can still check the time and make sure he isn't wasting too much of it. But he really wrecked and exhausted Yussa in that last round in a way he never has before. Giving him some time to recover before they continue seems less like a courtesy than a necessity.
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Perhaps it's for the best he isn't trying to trance. Yussa is still very aware of the lingering ache in his body, the desire for fulfillment despite their last round. Or perhaps because of it. He resists the urge to touch himself while Caleb dozes, determined to give the other man that control and pleasure himself. It's very tempting, though, especially when it's easy to slip his leg over Caleb's and to feel the slight pressure of his patron's thigh between his own. He doesn't press or grind the way he wants to, and he's not sure if acknowledging this is worse than letting it fade.
Yussa breaths a soft sigh and lets go of the feeling, the thought, as best he can. He keeps his own mind on the time, but he isn't worried. If Caleb is determined not to rest too long, Yussa has no doubt his lover's internal clock will rattle him when it's time.
He listens to the sound of Caleb's breathing, focusing on that rather than his heart as it's more likely to tell him when the other man is coming around. He'll slip out of his meditation when he catches the change.
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Caleb's awareness begins to sharpen some time after that--a little more than an hour, according to his internal clock--and his breathing changes from the slow, deep cadence of rest to shorter and shallower breaths as he wakes fully. It was a relatively short amount of time, just as he wanted, but it was enough that he does feel somewhat noticeably rejuvenated. Almost a surprise to him, his cock has firmed up in that time to at least half stiffness with no prompting. That maybe is the drugs.
His eyes open, but he doesn't move, still laying there on his back with Yussa tucked against and partially over him, but takes stock of what he notices about his body, because certainly, Yussa's Issylran plant concoction has fully hit his system by now. In addition to the obvious arousal, there is some restlessness, some insistence from his body, but not much more so than if he'd woken half hard in any other context. He isn't exceptionally uncomfortable or desperate. He feels in perfect control of himself and his desires.
He does very much want to fuck, though.
Reaching down with his free arm, he adjusts the way his erection lays against his belly, feeling a twitch and pulse of pleasure as it begins to plump up more now that he is actively noticing and planning to do something about it. His hand lingers. All right, fine--he indulges, just a little, in gently squeezing the hardening shaft and rolling his balls in his hand, and his body absolutely lights up from within, a signal traveling through his nerves like a message along copper wire.
Okay, maybe there is a little something extra to this, but Caleb's previous assessment still stands. There's no distress or frenzied need; it just feels good.
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"Feeling rested?" he asks, his voice warm and low. Caleb looks good lying beside him, beneath him, enjoying himself in such an effortless way. Gods, this was a good idea.
Yussa shifts carefully so that he can prop himself up on his elbow, careful to avoid the arm still around him. He flicks his gaze down to Caleb's quickly firming cock pointedly before meeting his gaze again. He leans down to give Caleb a light kiss that could be mistaken for chaste if not for the heat of his cunt pressed against Caleb's thigh. His own arousal has come rushing back now that he's certain the powder is working as it should. It's always gratifying when a series of experiments works the way he wanted them to. He's almost certain Caleb will want to know more details after this, as he knows he hasn't forgotten that day.
"And feeling good, I see."
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Gods, this was a good idea.
"Both, ja," he confirms, voice heavy and rumbling from his chest.
Now that Yussa has shifted, the arm around him slides further down so Caleb can grip his ass. His fingertips skim the base of the glass plug between his cheeks, but what he is doing is pulling him closer, perhaps over him more, or maybe just encouraging him to grind on his thigh--either works.
"And you? The same?" he guesses. It seems that way, but he wants to be sure. That was a lot, before, and Yussa was pretty unsteady after. "You seem capable of moving on your own now, at least," he teases.
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"Yes," he answers. Caleb's smile, his amusement, is infectious and soon his own smile reappears. Yussa loves the younger man's easy confidence in this moment. "Much steadier than I was earlier."
His recovery didn't take long, thankfully, but the rest has helped immensely. Enough that his body feels alight again beneath Caleb's touch, responding eagerly to his attention. Yussa keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he reaches down to roll Caleb's balls gently in his palm while the other man strokes himself. His hips move again, more subtle this time but undeniable.
"I must confess that I am eager to see the powder's effect and hear your thoughts. Most of my experiments were somewhat limited, as I had only one test subject." His hand slides higher to stroke up Caleb's cock, either over the other man's hand or after it.
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Gods, his brain fizzles out for a span of several seconds when Yussa takes his balls in a soft, manicured hand. He moans, startled by the intensity of sensation, always just a little more than he was expecting. Fuck. His cock is firming up dizzyingly fast in his hand, and he isn't even trying. His strokes are still lazy at best, little more than rolling the foreskin up and down his shaft. He is deeply curious about where this is headed, and it seems he's not the only one.
My experiments, Yussa says. One test subject. He fucking knew it.
"So what you are saying is I am to be the first subject of the full experiment? That is flattering," Caleb laughs breathlessly, delighted. "I see now why you made this offer. Don't get many fellow arcanists in your bed, do you?"
Amusement and affection deepen the creases at the corners of Caleb's sparkling eyes as he adds, playfully skirting the edge of knowledge he shouldn't have, "Self-testing can be risky. I imagine it is very possible to have too much of a good thing with this stuff."
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"No, and if I am very honest I would not risk it with my less adventurous patrons." Yussa shifts again, moving his hips slowly to avoid getting too far ahead of himself. He's focused on Caleb. "Self-testing may be risky, but it also allows for the most direct observation."
Yussa smiles and kisses Caleb again, tongue teasing over the other man's bottom lip before he pulls away again. "As long as you are enjoying yourself, I'll call it a success."
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Gods, this man knows exactly how to drive him wild. He would call it unfair if he didn't enjoy it so much.
"So far so good. But we have barely gotten started," he points out, still wearing a lazy little smile. His gaze slips down to watch their hands move together on his cock, Yussa's over his. He's hard and red already, and even these slow, loose strokes feel good enough that he feels the urge to rock his hips into them, his gut filled with heat.
The hand still spread over Yussa's ass gives a more pointed squeeze, and Caleb's fingers press with intention this time against the base of the plug, pushing it that fraction deeper. Yussa isn't the only one capable of teasing.
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His hand squeezes around Caleb's before it leaves his cock in favor of stroking along the other man's cheek. Yussa kisses him again, still too brief to allow Caleb a deeper embrace.
"Did you dream of this night?" he asks, knowing Caleb couldn't have slipped into a deep enough rest to dream while they rested, but there were many nights that came before this one between the day Caleb decided to start saving his money and now. "Of me?"
It's a self-indulgent thing to ask, but he likes the sound of his patron's voice, and it is his job to make sure this night meets Caleb's needs and desires as much as he can.
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But tonight is not for denial, he remembers. It is for indulgence. For having from this man whatever he wants.
"Awake and asleep," Caleb isn't ashamed to admit, though he is slightly bashful as he says it aloud, meeting his lover's striking golden eyes. But if Yussa wants to hear how desired he is, that is the very least he can do. "I had months to wonder what it would be like to finally be...here. You have already surpassed my expectations, if you are wondering. And I had some lofty ones."
Another smile flashes briefly across his lips, small but warm. His head lifts from the pillow to to take Yussa's lips in a kiss himself--and this time, deepens it without waiting to be invited.
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Yussa doesn't break the kiss, allowing Caleb to decide when to do so. But, in a slip of control, he does seek more satisfaction with a few more deliberate, quietly urgent thrusts against Caleb's thigh.
When they finally part, Yussa's cheeks are flushed with warmth. For the sake of balance, he's straddled Caleb's thigh, which has him leaning slightly over the other man rather than tucked against his side. Every move he makes now reminds him of the plug filling him, keeping him ready, and he can take pleasure in that as tension rolls through his body.
"I'm gratified to have lived up to my reputation, and your expectations." He leans lower, lips near Caleb's ear. "And I am very ready for you again."
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He's earned this, he reminds himself. That is the premise. I am very ready for you again, Yussa murmurs into his ear, and Caleb moans, feeling his cock throb in his hand.
The opposite of discouraging him from taking pleasure against his thigh, however, Caleb encourages it, using the grip on his ass to guide him into another thrust as his fingers toy with the plug, pulling it out until he begins to feel resistance then pushing it back into place. It is thrilling to be the one making Yussa squirm, or beg, or ache with unfulfilled need.
"I want you over me," Caleb says, heated and thickly Zemnian, scraping the lower range of his voice. "riding my cock." He gives the plug another tug for emphasis, and is swept up in a rush of sudden need as he feels the way Yussa's hole clenches to keep it inside. Fuck, he needs to feel that around his cock.
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He throws his leg over Caleb's hip so that he can straddle him fully. His free hand reaches for Caleb's cock so that he can feel it pressed against him, so that Caleb can feel how wet he is, how ready.
"My cunt or my ass, Caleb?" he asks as his golden eyes focus on the younger man's face. With the toy still inside him, perhaps that answer should be obvious. But Yussa asks all the same, and as he waits for an answer he glides over the length of Caleb's cock until he can feel the head nudging against his clit. Then he rocks forward, feeling it stroke between his folds until it teases past his entrance.
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The way Yussa looks at him, molten gold eyes focused and intent, is thrilling on its own, but the way he boldly holds his gaze as he poses that question makes him throb with want.
Gods, he so rarely talks this way--crudely, bluntly, lewdly. Gracefully grinding his slick folds along his desperately hard cock and looking down at him with effortless confidence, he must know exactly what effect that has on Caleb. Yet it is also fairly clear which answer Yussa is expecting, and it isn't the one Caleb has in mind. He does very nearly relent as he feels the wet, welcoming heat of his entrance yield for the head of his cock, but holds to his determination. There is a particular sort of power in subverting expectations--and he put that plug there for a reason.
"Your ass, Yussa." He is breathless, but resolute.
Gripping the base of the plug, he draws it back again, but this time he doesn't stop when Yussa's body naturally resists against the widest part of the flare. After stretching him so thoroughly earlier, the plug went in easily--and with just a little more patience, it comes out again the same way.
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Yussa's lips part in a gasp and he tenses just briefly as Caleb works the plug back out of him. His face burns as he stretches around the widest part, reminding him just how thoroughly prepared and used he was not that long ago. The entire point was to keep him open so that Caleb could just have him whenever he might want to, and that he's using this moment to make good on it, to ensure that Yussa fully realizes that he is not the guiding hand here, is--desperately arousing.
He bows his head, taking a moment to collect himself when he is fully empty again. He gives a weak rock of his hips with the full knowledge that Caleb will fuck him where and how he wants. He peers at his patron again and moves forward a bit more, until he can feel Caleb's cock brush against his rear. Yussa reaches back, guiding it against him just to feel it without guiding him in yet.
"What do you think, Herr Widogast?" he murmurs. "Am I ready to take you just as we are?"
Even as he speaks, Yussa quickly casts prestidigitation to slick more oil over Caleb's cock. A little more couldn't hurt, especially since they have washed some of it away. But gods, he is desperately aware of how open he feels.
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The plug is abandoned on the bed so Caleb can grip the other man's hips on both sides, framing the subtle curves of his svelte shape between his hands. The tattoos adorning his skin have the same effect, beautiful in their own right, but also following the contours of his form in a way that draws the eye, accentuating the features Caleb already found so attractive.
Caleb looks his fill, openly admiring with eyes dark with desire as Yussa shifts forward and guides his cock to rub against his ass, quickly slick with more oil. He'd used so much earlier, a deliberately excessive amount, and he knows Yussa will still be plenty wet inside. He can feel the soft give of his well-prepared hole against his cock, decadently yielding. Thoroughly stretched and fucked so recently, plugged up in the short time since, Yussa's sultry question has just one answer this time. Caleb's lips curl in wry little smile, and his hands don't have to slide far on Yussa's petite frame to cup his ass and spread his cheeks himself. "Ja, schatz," he murmurs, matching his lover's tone. "I made certain of it."
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Yussa feels another shiver at Caleb's answer and at the way his patron's hands slide to spread him open. He keeps his eyes on the younger man's face as he lifts up more to guide the slick head of Caleb's cock past the soft give of his thoroughly prepared hole. It's far easier than he expects to sink down the first few inches. He swallows thickly and eases down more, until he finds himself fully sitting in Caleb's lap again. Gods, he feels good. Caleb's cock fills him differently - deeper - than the toy and Yussa feels himself tense around him.
He glances back to be sure he knows where Caleb's legs are, then carefully leans back, bracing himself against the other man's knees. It offers a better view of where his cock fills him as Yussa starts to move. For now he keeps Caleb deep, only letting him slide out a few inches before he sinks back down again, enjoying the deep stroke. This position also ensures that his flushed, wet cunt is on full display.
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As if this was not a feast for his senses already, Yussa repositions himself, bracing against Caleb's knees and angling his body so Caleb can see between his legs. As his lover begins to move, Caleb groans with the combined pleasure of grinding decadently deep inside him and the sight of his achingly hard cock spreading his hole. Glimpsing an inch or two at a time as Yussa lifts up only to watch it disappear completely inside him again when he sinks down is almost unbearably erotic, made even more so by the frankly mouth-watering view of his flushed and empty cunt in proximity. Swollen, glistening folds and the fullness of his hard clit prove that Yussa has been aroused for significantly longer than they've been awake.
"Gods, you are perfect," Caleb husks, gaze roving hungrily over every inch of Yussa's body, spoiled for choice. Broad human hands still settled over his ass clutch the soft flesh tighter, and he uses what strength he has to guide Yussa against him--not to change how he is choosing to move, which Caleb is very, very happy with, but to enhance it.
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