"Almost--almost as if you planned it," he manages to quip. He even gets out a breathless laugh before he's distracted by the hand moving across his stomach and then lower still.
His toes curl and his hips jerk toward the barely-there caress against his clit. He wants nothing more than to tip forward, to lean more into it, but he tries to stay where he is. The pressure is more a tease than anything, reminding him of his unresolved arousal even as Caleb's cock fills him again. His cunt bears down around nothing and he feels a throb low in his body despite - or because of - the light touch. Gods, he's so wet, even after a bath and time to cool down.
His thighs tense the next time they grind together and he stays there a little longer, attempting to cant his hips enough to get more pressure. He might have done it himself half a dozen times over by now, but there is something to be said for keeping this precisely at Caleb's pace. Nights like this give them both things that have been neglected or forgotten. In his relationship with Caleb, Yussa has rediscovered things he hasn't indulged in for decades. And, a handful of times, he's realized brand new desires. Impressive, for his age.
"I was," he murmurs at last, breathless as he finally lifts his hips again to resume riding the man beneath him. "Gods, I was waiting."
His fingers press against Caleb's knees as he resists the urge to reach down, to guide his patron's hand where he wants it. That restraint is a pleasure in itself, and a compromise to the excitement of the unpredictability of the night.
That Yussa's reaction is so outsized for the barely-there touch Caleb is giving him only makes it more rewarding. He knows a thing or two about denial, about how good even the smallest bit of contact can feel when arousal has been ignored and pleasure withheld. In a way, he is really just giving Yussa a taste of his own medicine. Luckily for him, it only gets better from here.
"So was I," says Caleb, a particularly mischievous glint in his eye.
Yussa gets back into the rhythm of riding him and Caleb sighs with pleasure, his own toes curling against the bed. Everything from stomach to thighs feels like a pool of molten heat, and it only continues to deepen as Yussa takes his cock over and over again into his ass, blissfully soft and oil-slicked, a smooth stroke and a tight squeeze--a perfect fit. Caleb could sink into the bed, could drift into complete contentment, could let Yussa bounce prettily in his lap until this building heat inevitably leads to a spectacular orgasm. That sounds luxurious indeed.
But even if that is exactly what he is paying him for, he would hate to let his lover do all the work. And besides, he's only just started giving him something he has waited for.
The only change Caleb makes for now is small, but he's certain the impact won't be. The light pressure of his thumb gets heavy and firm. No longer remotely teasing, he strokes up and down along the hard swell of his clit, thumbs back the hood to rub indulgent circles into the sensitive tip, really makes this feel like the reward it is. Yussa was waiting, after all, very patiently.
Yussa nearly falters when Caleb increases the pressure and all at once it's more satisfying and more overwhelming. Tension trembles in his lower body, his thighs and core tensing as the pleasure hits him with more intensity. He isn't sure how long he can maintain this if Caleb is going to--
He gasps out something in Elvish and gives in to his need to shift positions the next time that Caleb rubs him just so. It's more difficult to lean forward without just collapsing on Caleb, but he manages well enough and even manages a modicum of grace. He presses a hand to his patron's shoulder and the other rests with far less weight on his chest. He looks down at Caleb, lips parted as he pants.
"A-ah, forgive me," he manages. His pace changes, trying to move in time with the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb. He suddenly feels desperate and he urgently works himself between the younger man's cock and his hand. It's a sharp rise back to the plateau he'd been on when they stopped over an hour ago, but apparently his body only needed a little reminding. The thought crosses his mind that Caleb will still resist letting him come. There's only one way to find out.
It takes him a moment more to find the words again.
"I--can I come?" His voice is strained and his accent heavy. He isn't quite there yet but gods, he could be if Caleb keeps up like this.
As Yussa shifts positions, it soon becomes necessary for Caleb to reorient his hand, slipping it further between his thighs to rub him with his fingers rather than his thumb. Yussa apologizes, but there is plenty to enjoy about this arrangement as well: having his lover over him more fully, feeling the weight of him against his shoulder and the steadying hand on his chest.
The way he moves also changes, now urgently seeking to press himself into his hand as much as sinking down on his cock. This somewhat interrupts the rhythm that was working best for Caleb, but he doesn't mind in the least. It's his own doing, after all. That Yussa is rapidly approaching orgasm doesn't come as a surprise; that he thinks it possible Caleb might deny him does.
"Of course," he allows, more than a little thrilled that the older man is still asking for his permission. "I want you to, mein schatz. Just tell me when you are close."
There is no real reason for that request beyond Caleb's own personal satisfaction, which he supposes is reason enough tonight. He just wants to hear Yussa say it, flustered and strained as he already is.
Rather than the vertical motion of his thumb, Caleb's fingers swipe side to side, pressing firmly to his lover's clit and flicking quickly back and forth. Caleb can feel the way Yussa twitches and tremors from thighs to core, muscles tightening as tension rises. The hand remaining on his ass slides down a little further, and Caleb's fingers slip between his cheeks to touch where they join, rubbing at Yussa's sensitive rim where his hole stretches around Caleb's cock. The slide in and out is still luxuriously slick and smooth, and Caleb does perhaps use his leverage against the bed to rock his hips up just a little in shallow counterpoint, knowing that Yussa is growing increasingly distracted.
Yussa manages a nod, but that's the extent of his response as Caleb adjusts the position of his hand. He moans as Caleb's clever fingers replace the pressure of his thumb with calculated attention. His hair falls in pale waves as he bows his head. Yussa can feel Caleb's other hand move and soon enough his fingers rubbing against his stretched hole as his cock sinks into him. It's a lewd reminder of how full he is and how thoroughly claimed he is for the night.
"Caleb," he sighs his patron's name as his pleasure builds. His breath hiccups when Caleb thrusts up into him, ensuring that he can get deeper on each thrust. Yussa doesn't try to hold himself back now that he has Caleb's encouragement. The fingers lightly pressed to Caleb's chest curl, manicured nails scraping against his skin. He wants to lean closer, to kiss the other man's neck, his lips. But if he does, he'll further compromise Caleb's ability to rub his clit and he does not want to give that up.
It doesn't take very long after that, and Yussa manages to whisper in breathless, eager tones as his body starts to tense.
"Oh--I'm going to come," he whimpers.
He can feel himself get tight around Caleb's cock and the warning comes just a handful of seconds before Yussa does. He pushes himself up more, attempting to give Caleb a better view as the other man strokes him and fucks him through it. It might not be as intense as some of the ones earlier in the night but gods, it's good. It's a relief after simmering for so long to be able to boil over.
Making Yussa fall apart at last is every bit as good as Caleb thought it would be. He's so beautiful as his pleasure mounts and his composure unravels, which is only natural for a man of his worth in his profession, but Caleb feels as though somehow this particular vision of Yussa is just for him. He follows Caleb's request, and the way he whimpers the words with something like excitement makes Caleb's stomach swoop with an especially giddy surge of pleasure.
He moans a curse in Zemnian as Yussa tightens around him mere moments later, seizing up but still managing to angle his body for an appealing view as he comes. A consummate professional, truly. Caleb gladly drinks in the sight of him as he does what he can to make it good. His hips rock up with a touch more force, fucking him as deep as the angle of his hips will allow, and his fingers draw back to land a sharp little pat over his clit followed by a soothing rub, a playful callback to making his cunt sore with harder, more encompassing slaps earlier.
Though his cock gives a heavy throb and there is a growing tightness in his balls, Caleb doesn't follow him over. But it feels dizzyingly good to be inside him as Yussa trembles and bears down, growing tighter still. He whispers encouragement and praise in Common and his own tongue throughout, then at last leans up to take Yussa's lips in a hard, claiming kiss edged with his own need, letting his hand slip away from his clit to hold his hip as he does.
Yussa's hips jump and a soft, startled sound interrupts a softer moan when Caleb gives his clit a quick, sharp pat. It isn't quite as intense as the more proper spanking earlier, but gods, it reminds him enough that he feels another aching contraction inside him. That had been a revelation - not a new one, per se, but something he hadn't felt in a long time. And certainly never from Caleb.
He's just starting to wind down when Caleb surges up to kiss him. He doesn't resist, sinking into it as Caleb's tongue sweeps into his mouth. He moves his hips just enough to grind against Caleb's lap, as if intent on making sure he still has the friction he might want. Yussa gives in a little and lets his fingers card into Caleb's hair, still slightly damp, just to hold onto him.
Whenever the kiss breaks, Yussa catches himself with a hand on the bed, leaning over Caleb as he tries to catch his breath. He feels dazed and clearer all at once, no longer quite so caught up in the buzz of his drawn-out arousal, but still riding the last little throes of his orgasm. He cannot help the grin that creeps across his face and he leans to kiss his patron again, indulging himself. But he's also quite aware that Caleb hasn't finished yet.
Yussa gives another experimental rock of his hips and meets the other man's intense blue gaze.
"Should I keep going?" he asks once he's caught his breath.
The second kiss is less intense than the first, but Caleb appreciates it just as much for the way Yussa grins helplessly into it. He looks like he's having fun. Caleb smiles back at him when they part, flushed and gleeful.
"If you feel up to it," he replies, though it's fairly obvious from the tightness of his voice that he's just being polite and would really prefer to answer gods, yes. "This is--really working for me," he adds with an undercurrent of breathless humor, because that doesn't even begin to cover how much he's enjoying himself, or how good Yussa feels just grinding there in his lap, holding his cock inside him.
Both of Caleb's hands have slid along Yussa's body to hold his hips again, both for the appreciation of the visual and practicality, guiding him where he needs to be as Caleb braces his feet more firmly on the bed and lifts his hips in a short but firm thrust to meet Yussa's. The friction from even that small motion licks through him like tongue of flame, and his already shallow breathing catches again.
Yussa sits up more when he feels able to do so, just in time for Caleb to grip his hips and thrust up into him. He gasps as their bodies meet with the lewd clap of skin. Well then, that's certainly enough to spur him on. Realizing Caleb's planted his feet more on the bed, Yussa slowly leans back again, once more bracing himself against the other man's knees so that the angle of his body allows Caleb to see everything.
It also ensures his patron can get deep on every thrust.
Once he feels stable, Yussa starts moving again. It's clear how badly Caleb wants it and Yussa is not in the business of denying him tonight. A satisfied smile plays subtly across Yussa's mouth as he rides the man beneath him, trying to move in ways that make Caleb gasp and squeeze his hips tighter. Every few thrusts he sinks down all the way, pressing into Caleb's lap to grind against him, feeling him deep before he lifts up again. The slide of Caleb's cock is perfect, it's easy even if he still feels snug around him. And it's satisfying to be able to take him like this with so little work. Yussa will have to remember.
He looks down at Caleb, better able to admire how flushed he is, the pleasure on his face as he pants and tries to fuck up into him.
Yet again, as Yussa makes an opulent and obscene display of himself, Caleb's gaze grows heavy with desire and bright with awe as it drags over him, as if every inch of his body is a revelation to be studied and admired. The way he moves is sinuous and graceful and erotic in a way that surely must be practiced, and the way he smiles--gods, that coy little curl of his lips makes his blood run hot all on its own.
And it isn't just that Yussa is ridiculously hot and knows how to show off; it's that he knows how to give Caleb the most appealing visual while also being very skilled at riding his cock, rocking against and with Caleb's thrusts with a perceptive awareness of what feels good to his patron. It's easy to understand why a night with him commands such a high price. Pleasure spreads through Caleb like honey, sweet and syrupy and thick. He can feel the heat of a deep flush burning in his skin, his mouth hangs open, panting and gasping, and his hands frequently grip Yussa's hips like a man clinging to the last thread of his sanity.
The sound of skin clapping skin is a dizzying constant. He watches the length of his cock glide with decadent ease in and out of his lover's perfectly stretched hole, feels the exquisite pressure and friction and heat of his soft passage, and moans loud and low the next time Yussa drops his hips down to take him in all the way, grinding in his lap.
"Like that," he urges in a breathless rasp. "I want to come deep in your ass."
One thing Caleb is learning about Yussa's delightful aphrodisiac concoction is that it skews his understanding of just how high his pleasure can climb before peaking. He hasn't lasted any longer than normal, but he is feeling everything with more intensity, like the dial on his sensitivity is turned up to eleven. Only now is he beginning to recognize the familiar tells that his orgasm is drawing close, within reach.
Yussa can't help the dizzy excitement of knowing how effected Caleb is - by him, the way he's moving, the aphrodisiac. The eager encouragement and declaration that he wants to come inside him bring a deeper flush to Yussa's face. It's very easy to think that he wants to feel that too, very much. So he'll make sure that it happens.
"As you like," he purrs, managing to sound less breathless than he is. Yussa tries to repeat exactly what he's doing, giving Caleb exactly what he wants as his climax builds. Yussa isn't entirely unaffected: he feels good, not over-sensitive, and able to enjoy the slick friction of Caleb's cock with every stroke.
"I suspect you won't be satisfied until you've claimed every inch of me." He can't help but sound excited by the prospect. "Let me feel you, Caleb. I want you to fill me."
Yussa takes his vague direction and turns it into exactly what makes Caleb throb with climbing need, his composure slipping further and further away as Yussa keeps him deep, lifting barely an inch or two and grinding himself full of Caleb's cock every time his hips drop. He pants, thumbs stroking distractedly against his skin where he holds his hips, a thin ring of blue in his eyes around blown-wide pupils beneath drooping lashes.
The sound he makes when Yussa matches his filthy mouth with such eagerness falls somewhere between a groan and a whine. He sounds excited for Caleb to claim him everywhere--urges him, tells him exactly what he wants.
He's right. This man is his tonight, and Caleb is desperate to show his ownership while he can.
When he tenses beneath Yussa as that deep, hot pool low in his body floods over, he drags his lover down into his lap by his hips and holds him there, smoothly burying his cock to the root and spilling into the tight heat of his ass. The pulse of his orgasm through his balls, his cock, his blood narrows his focus sharply, disorienting in its intensity. He moans Yussa's name more than once, his wet red mouth hanging open but dragging in little breath--certainly not enough to match the pounding of his heart.
Yussa moans when Caleb grabs his hips and holds him in his lap as he comes. Hearing the way Caleb says his name is a heady thing. He's panting, face hot as he stays where he is - but not still. Yussa circles his hips carefully, grinding against Caleb to feel his cock as deep as he can. His gold eyes are dark with desire and he smirks down at his lover. He can feel the throb of Caleb's cock inside him.
"There," he murmurs. "A good start."
His expression softens, seeming warm and approving as he looks down at the flushed man laid out beneath him. Gods, Caleb looks good like this and Yussa cannot resist the urge to lean lower to kiss his lover. He licks into Caleb's slack mouth with a soft moan.
Gods, Caleb really is going to just melt into the bed. Yussa expertly draws out his pleasure with the slow circling of his hips, and the tension of the initial crest fades into a lingering warmth in Caleb's body.
"Mm," he hums in hazy agreement, seeing little but the look of approval on Yussa's face. What else matters?
There is a long moment between Caleb being kissed, his mouth soft and yielding for Yussa's tongue, and scraping together the awareness to respond, the only change being a choked moan, a slight increase in pressure from his own lips, and his tongue sliding somewhat clumsily against Yussa's. Still, sluggish and dazed and near enough to his orgasm that he hasn't yet started to soften in Yussa's ass, he could scarcely imagine a better kiss. It might as well be the best he's ever had.
Grip growing slack on Yussa's hips, Caleb's hands slide slowly up his back, holding him in the loosest possible embrace, but holding him nonetheless.
Yussa only stops moving his hips when Caleb responds to the kiss and holds him closer. He breathes a soft sigh, yielding even if Caleb is a little sluggish and clumsy. All he needs to do to break the kiss is lift his head and his smile returns as his fingers stroke back Caleb's hair.
"Shall I stay here?" he asks softly, not bothering to hide the hint of amusement in his voice. He caresses Caleb's bare cheek, then gives him another sweet kiss before he sits up again. He's full and for the moment it seems both of them are sated, though he knows well the effects of the aphrodisiac he's given his patron. He absently debates taking or applying something for himself, but he doesn't think that he'll need it. Maybe he'll offer Caleb the option in an hour or so if he feels he does.
Candles in the room flicker, making shadows from lattices and curtains play over Yussa's warm skin. Yussa makes an absent gesture to make sure the mage lights brighten slightly to offset the candles burning low. It's one thing to provide atmosphere, it's another to risk that Caleb will not be able to see everything he wants to. Yussa delicately brushes his pale hair back out of his face as he catches his breath, his body finally slowing down.
Yussa's kisses and smiles and soft touches make Caleb feel so--appreciated and cared for, in a way he would be startled by if they were truly near-strangers. His heart skips in his chest, but thankfully doesn't speed up again. If this were real, he would probably wonder if Yussa treats all his clients with such sweet affection. But since it isn't, since it is only a fantasy, he allows himself to hope there might be something special in the way Yussa looks at him.
Caleb needs a moment to consider his question, but ultimately shakes his head. "Come lay down," he invites, patting the space next to him on the bed. His voice is even rougher than usual from all the noise he was making as Yussa fucked him so well he completely forgot to be embarrassed by how unrestrained he can be.
He is still enraptured by him now, sitting confident and unbothered in his lap as he idly adjusts the lights and fixes his hair. But when he is ready, Caleb will slide his hands beneath Yussa's thighs and help him lift himself off his cock, still mostly hard.
With Caleb's help, Yussa eases out of his lap. He can't help the soft hiccup in his breath as the other man's cock slides free, leaving him utterly empty for the first time in more than an hour. That alone is strangely overwhelming, which he isn't expecting. There is a brief moment in which he thinks to reach for the plug again, but he does not. Whatever happens next, it will be at Caleb's whim.
As Yussa eases off of his lover's lap, he glances back and he's gratified to see that Caleb hasn't gone completely soft. At least the aphrodisiac seems to be working.
He sinks down onto the bed next to Caleb with a soft sigh. Yussa lays on his side, facing his patron with a pillow tucked beneath his head. Gods, Caleb is handsome like this: flushed in the warm light, sated but not yet tired, full of promise.
"How do you feel?" he asks after a moment, once he feels like he's pulled himself together a bit more and once he's sure Caleb has had a bit to catch his breath and collect himself as much as one can after something like that.
It isn't only Yussa whose breath stutters as he lifts off Caleb's cock. The cool air is jarring compared to the snug heat of his body. Caleb feels what must be his own release drip over his lap before Yussa swings a leg over his body and lowers himself onto the bed beside him. They are both understandably a little out of breath still, flushed and disheveled.
Caleb's cock does soften more quickly now, but not entirely. That orgasm felt like it should have wrung everything out of him, yet here he is, still half hard. It wouldn't take much effort to coax it to fullness again, he's sure.
His lover's gaze on him carries a noticeable weight, but Caleb doesn't look back at him until he speaks. He probably shouldn't be so startled to be asked how he feels.
"Ah...good? Very good," he says, blinking. Slowly, he rolls onto his side as well, facing Yussa. "That was--you were incredible. And your Issylran plants, I think, made it more intense still. But I think I could still go again much sooner than I am used to."
They lay close together, but Caleb longs for contact again, as if he is incomplete if some part of him isn't touching Yussa. He strokes up the outside of his thigh, pausing when his fingers brush against his ass. Perhaps...he is curious, still, for a little more. Intrigued by how open he must be, after being spread by either his cock or the plug for some time now.
"How do you feel?" he asks, turning the question around.
"That is the benefit of the powder," he says with a coy smile. The light drag of his patron's hand up his thigh to the curve of his ass draws some attention back to how empty he is. "There is no rush, but it gives you the option, at least."
Caleb doesn't need to wait for a longer refractory period, if he doesn't want to. The questions surprises him, yet in the same breath it doesn't: would he still be Caleb Widogast if he didn't have a streak of tenderness? And he can hear the curiosity in his voice.
"Empty," he admits with a wry smile. He's been fucked, then filled with a plug, then fucked again over the course of the last hour or so; he's had Caleb's cock in every hole he has at least once since his patron arrived. And now to be without anything is harder to ignore than he thought it would be. Even as his body calms down again he can still feel the simmering desire. Caleb has always inspired that, though, whether in a fantasy like this or simply while working in the same space.
It is in Caleb's nature to check in with a partner regularly, even one he's paid for. While he doesn't think Yussa would allow him to push him to any real discomfort--beyond a denied orgasm, anyway--he wants him to enjoy their time together. Which it seems he has, thankfully, if being empty is his only complaint.
"Do you want the plug again?" Caleb offers, lips curling with something between sympathy and pride. He has fucked Yussa rather thoroughly, apparently enough that he's been left with a lingering craving for fullness. It's an arousing thought, especially when he is remarkably still aroused.
His hand still strokes idly back and forth between Yussa's thigh and hip, encompassing enough of the smaller man's elven frame to for his fingers to follow the curve of his ass as well.
"I leave that to you," he concedes. "That part of me is yours, at least until morning." A smirk appears then, golden eyes bright with interest and teasing. Caleb's hand is warm on his thigh and hip, and he is often reminded how much of him his human lover can touch.
Warmth hints in his face as the other man's fingers drift along the curve of his ass. Yussa shifts slightly, bringing himself an inch or so closer to his patron. The pride in Caleb's face when he thinks of what he's managed tonight is terribly attractive on him. Yussa muses that he's seen a similar light before - sometimes over arcane work, sometimes in answer to praise from him.
Caleb's eyes widen for the briefest moment, then grow darker as that answer strikes unexpectedly at a desire and a weakness he's only fully realized for the first time tonight. He knows how Yussa is his tonight, but the reminder with that playful and provocative look has--well, probably exactly the effect Yussa intends it to.
The hand that wasn't quite gripping his ass now very deliberately is, and Caleb uses it to drag Yussa the rest of the way against him and into a short but heated kiss. "And what a waste it would be to choose to leave you empty," he whispers between them when it breaks.
Yussa can practically see the spark in Caleb's eyes as the comment lands, and just a breath later he's being pulled closer and into a kiss. He arches against his patron and his fingers brush into Caleb's hair as their mouths meet. The kiss is short, but it still leaves Yussa feeling a rush of heat.
"Is this the first time you've had something so fine all to yourself?" he asks, a grin in his voice as he slips his leg over Caleb's hip, leaving himself open to Caleb's touch, wherever it might go. He gives the other man another kiss, attempting to draw it out just a little more.
Yussa knows he's still wet, possibly more so after riding Caleb's cock not that long ago. His arousal hasn't really waned since Caleb walked through the door and even if the bath washed away the evidence of it, there is no hiding it for long. Not left bare and open as he is.
"Take inspiration in knowing there is nothing I would deny you," he murmurs sweetly. "You have taken such care of me, my sweet one."
The phrase skirts very close to the words that mean so much between them. But Caleb is always his sweet boy, even if the man he is playing at being tonight isn't.
As soon as Yussa's leg slides over his hip, Caleb uses his grip to pull him those last few inches flush to his body, negating the space between them. He is utterly dazzled by this man, who is certainly the finest thing he's ever owned, even temporarily. When the kiss breaks, Caleb looks at him with something akin to wonder, quickly mingled with the sort of startled, helpless adoration of a man who had not prepared his heart to endure such sweetness.
(And Yussa may not call him boy, but the phrase is close enough for him to hear it anyway.)
"How could I do otherwise? I am not the sort of man who can afford to take fine things for granted," he says, the softness of his voice between them belying its intensity. "And I have never had anything so precious just for me."
His heart aches with that admission, as true in reality as in fantasy.
"But already I have decided that I cannot let the first time also be the last."
Yussa makes a soft, eager sound as Caleb drags him closer still. The adoration is bare on his patron's face and he strokes his fingers down the back of Caleb's neck in a tender caress meant only for him. His response is perfect, and Yussa knows it is as true in the life outside of this room as it is in the fantasy: Caleb cherishes such things, if he can accept them in the first place.
He smiles, softer and warmer as the younger man fiercely assures him that this visit will not be the last. His hand moves again to cradle his patron's cheek and Yussa rewards his dedication with a deeper, sweeter kiss and insinuates his body against Caleb's.
"I will be yours," he murmurs. Yussa shifts to reach between them, wanting to touch his cock. "As I am now." Another kiss and a gentle, teasing bite to Caleb's bottom lip.
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His toes curl and his hips jerk toward the barely-there caress against his clit. He wants nothing more than to tip forward, to lean more into it, but he tries to stay where he is. The pressure is more a tease than anything, reminding him of his unresolved arousal even as Caleb's cock fills him again. His cunt bears down around nothing and he feels a throb low in his body despite - or because of - the light touch. Gods, he's so wet, even after a bath and time to cool down.
His thighs tense the next time they grind together and he stays there a little longer, attempting to cant his hips enough to get more pressure. He might have done it himself half a dozen times over by now, but there is something to be said for keeping this precisely at Caleb's pace. Nights like this give them both things that have been neglected or forgotten. In his relationship with Caleb, Yussa has rediscovered things he hasn't indulged in for decades. And, a handful of times, he's realized brand new desires. Impressive, for his age.
"I was," he murmurs at last, breathless as he finally lifts his hips again to resume riding the man beneath him. "Gods, I was waiting."
His fingers press against Caleb's knees as he resists the urge to reach down, to guide his patron's hand where he wants it. That restraint is a pleasure in itself, and a compromise to the excitement of the unpredictability of the night.
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"So was I," says Caleb, a particularly mischievous glint in his eye.
Yussa gets back into the rhythm of riding him and Caleb sighs with pleasure, his own toes curling against the bed. Everything from stomach to thighs feels like a pool of molten heat, and it only continues to deepen as Yussa takes his cock over and over again into his ass, blissfully soft and oil-slicked, a smooth stroke and a tight squeeze--a perfect fit. Caleb could sink into the bed, could drift into complete contentment, could let Yussa bounce prettily in his lap until this building heat inevitably leads to a spectacular orgasm. That sounds luxurious indeed.
But even if that is exactly what he is paying him for, he would hate to let his lover do all the work. And besides, he's only just started giving him something he has waited for.
The only change Caleb makes for now is small, but he's certain the impact won't be. The light pressure of his thumb gets heavy and firm. No longer remotely teasing, he strokes up and down along the hard swell of his clit, thumbs back the hood to rub indulgent circles into the sensitive tip, really makes this feel like the reward it is. Yussa was waiting, after all, very patiently.
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He gasps out something in Elvish and gives in to his need to shift positions the next time that Caleb rubs him just so. It's more difficult to lean forward without just collapsing on Caleb, but he manages well enough and even manages a modicum of grace. He presses a hand to his patron's shoulder and the other rests with far less weight on his chest. He looks down at Caleb, lips parted as he pants.
"A-ah, forgive me," he manages. His pace changes, trying to move in time with the steady stroke of Caleb's thumb. He suddenly feels desperate and he urgently works himself between the younger man's cock and his hand. It's a sharp rise back to the plateau he'd been on when they stopped over an hour ago, but apparently his body only needed a little reminding. The thought crosses his mind that Caleb will still resist letting him come. There's only one way to find out.
It takes him a moment more to find the words again.
"I--can I come?" His voice is strained and his accent heavy. He isn't quite there yet but gods, he could be if Caleb keeps up like this.
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The way he moves also changes, now urgently seeking to press himself into his hand as much as sinking down on his cock. This somewhat interrupts the rhythm that was working best for Caleb, but he doesn't mind in the least. It's his own doing, after all. That Yussa is rapidly approaching orgasm doesn't come as a surprise; that he thinks it possible Caleb might deny him does.
"Of course," he allows, more than a little thrilled that the older man is still asking for his permission. "I want you to, mein schatz. Just tell me when you are close."
There is no real reason for that request beyond Caleb's own personal satisfaction, which he supposes is reason enough tonight. He just wants to hear Yussa say it, flustered and strained as he already is.
Rather than the vertical motion of his thumb, Caleb's fingers swipe side to side, pressing firmly to his lover's clit and flicking quickly back and forth. Caleb can feel the way Yussa twitches and tremors from thighs to core, muscles tightening as tension rises. The hand remaining on his ass slides down a little further, and Caleb's fingers slip between his cheeks to touch where they join, rubbing at Yussa's sensitive rim where his hole stretches around Caleb's cock. The slide in and out is still luxuriously slick and smooth, and Caleb does perhaps use his leverage against the bed to rock his hips up just a little in shallow counterpoint, knowing that Yussa is growing increasingly distracted.
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"Caleb," he sighs his patron's name as his pleasure builds. His breath hiccups when Caleb thrusts up into him, ensuring that he can get deeper on each thrust. Yussa doesn't try to hold himself back now that he has Caleb's encouragement. The fingers lightly pressed to Caleb's chest curl, manicured nails scraping against his skin. He wants to lean closer, to kiss the other man's neck, his lips. But if he does, he'll further compromise Caleb's ability to rub his clit and he does not want to give that up.
It doesn't take very long after that, and Yussa manages to whisper in breathless, eager tones as his body starts to tense.
"Oh--I'm going to come," he whimpers.
He can feel himself get tight around Caleb's cock and the warning comes just a handful of seconds before Yussa does. He pushes himself up more, attempting to give Caleb a better view as the other man strokes him and fucks him through it. It might not be as intense as some of the ones earlier in the night but gods, it's good. It's a relief after simmering for so long to be able to boil over.
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He moans a curse in Zemnian as Yussa tightens around him mere moments later, seizing up but still managing to angle his body for an appealing view as he comes. A consummate professional, truly. Caleb gladly drinks in the sight of him as he does what he can to make it good. His hips rock up with a touch more force, fucking him as deep as the angle of his hips will allow, and his fingers draw back to land a sharp little pat over his clit followed by a soothing rub, a playful callback to making his cunt sore with harder, more encompassing slaps earlier.
Though his cock gives a heavy throb and there is a growing tightness in his balls, Caleb doesn't follow him over. But it feels dizzyingly good to be inside him as Yussa trembles and bears down, growing tighter still. He whispers encouragement and praise in Common and his own tongue throughout, then at last leans up to take Yussa's lips in a hard, claiming kiss edged with his own need, letting his hand slip away from his clit to hold his hip as he does.
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He's just starting to wind down when Caleb surges up to kiss him. He doesn't resist, sinking into it as Caleb's tongue sweeps into his mouth. He moves his hips just enough to grind against Caleb's lap, as if intent on making sure he still has the friction he might want. Yussa gives in a little and lets his fingers card into Caleb's hair, still slightly damp, just to hold onto him.
Whenever the kiss breaks, Yussa catches himself with a hand on the bed, leaning over Caleb as he tries to catch his breath. He feels dazed and clearer all at once, no longer quite so caught up in the buzz of his drawn-out arousal, but still riding the last little throes of his orgasm. He cannot help the grin that creeps across his face and he leans to kiss his patron again, indulging himself. But he's also quite aware that Caleb hasn't finished yet.
Yussa gives another experimental rock of his hips and meets the other man's intense blue gaze.
"Should I keep going?" he asks once he's caught his breath.
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"If you feel up to it," he replies, though it's fairly obvious from the tightness of his voice that he's just being polite and would really prefer to answer gods, yes. "This is--really working for me," he adds with an undercurrent of breathless humor, because that doesn't even begin to cover how much he's enjoying himself, or how good Yussa feels just grinding there in his lap, holding his cock inside him.
Both of Caleb's hands have slid along Yussa's body to hold his hips again, both for the appreciation of the visual and practicality, guiding him where he needs to be as Caleb braces his feet more firmly on the bed and lifts his hips in a short but firm thrust to meet Yussa's. The friction from even that small motion licks through him like tongue of flame, and his already shallow breathing catches again.
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It also ensures his patron can get deep on every thrust.
Once he feels stable, Yussa starts moving again. It's clear how badly Caleb wants it and Yussa is not in the business of denying him tonight. A satisfied smile plays subtly across Yussa's mouth as he rides the man beneath him, trying to move in ways that make Caleb gasp and squeeze his hips tighter. Every few thrusts he sinks down all the way, pressing into Caleb's lap to grind against him, feeling him deep before he lifts up again. The slide of Caleb's cock is perfect, it's easy even if he still feels snug around him. And it's satisfying to be able to take him like this with so little work. Yussa will have to remember.
He looks down at Caleb, better able to admire how flushed he is, the pleasure on his face as he pants and tries to fuck up into him.
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And it isn't just that Yussa is ridiculously hot and knows how to show off; it's that he knows how to give Caleb the most appealing visual while also being very skilled at riding his cock, rocking against and with Caleb's thrusts with a perceptive awareness of what feels good to his patron. It's easy to understand why a night with him commands such a high price. Pleasure spreads through Caleb like honey, sweet and syrupy and thick. He can feel the heat of a deep flush burning in his skin, his mouth hangs open, panting and gasping, and his hands frequently grip Yussa's hips like a man clinging to the last thread of his sanity.
The sound of skin clapping skin is a dizzying constant. He watches the length of his cock glide with decadent ease in and out of his lover's perfectly stretched hole, feels the exquisite pressure and friction and heat of his soft passage, and moans loud and low the next time Yussa drops his hips down to take him in all the way, grinding in his lap.
"Like that," he urges in a breathless rasp. "I want to come deep in your ass."
One thing Caleb is learning about Yussa's delightful aphrodisiac concoction is that it skews his understanding of just how high his pleasure can climb before peaking. He hasn't lasted any longer than normal, but he is feeling everything with more intensity, like the dial on his sensitivity is turned up to eleven. Only now is he beginning to recognize the familiar tells that his orgasm is drawing close, within reach.
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"As you like," he purrs, managing to sound less breathless than he is. Yussa tries to repeat exactly what he's doing, giving Caleb exactly what he wants as his climax builds. Yussa isn't entirely unaffected: he feels good, not over-sensitive, and able to enjoy the slick friction of Caleb's cock with every stroke.
"I suspect you won't be satisfied until you've claimed every inch of me." He can't help but sound excited by the prospect. "Let me feel you, Caleb. I want you to fill me."
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The sound he makes when Yussa matches his filthy mouth with such eagerness falls somewhere between a groan and a whine. He sounds excited for Caleb to claim him everywhere--urges him, tells him exactly what he wants.
He's right. This man is his tonight, and Caleb is desperate to show his ownership while he can.
When he tenses beneath Yussa as that deep, hot pool low in his body floods over, he drags his lover down into his lap by his hips and holds him there, smoothly burying his cock to the root and spilling into the tight heat of his ass. The pulse of his orgasm through his balls, his cock, his blood narrows his focus sharply, disorienting in its intensity. He moans Yussa's name more than once, his wet red mouth hanging open but dragging in little breath--certainly not enough to match the pounding of his heart.
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"There," he murmurs. "A good start."
His expression softens, seeming warm and approving as he looks down at the flushed man laid out beneath him. Gods, Caleb looks good like this and Yussa cannot resist the urge to lean lower to kiss his lover. He licks into Caleb's slack mouth with a soft moan.
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"Mm," he hums in hazy agreement, seeing little but the look of approval on Yussa's face. What else matters?
There is a long moment between Caleb being kissed, his mouth soft and yielding for Yussa's tongue, and scraping together the awareness to respond, the only change being a choked moan, a slight increase in pressure from his own lips, and his tongue sliding somewhat clumsily against Yussa's. Still, sluggish and dazed and near enough to his orgasm that he hasn't yet started to soften in Yussa's ass, he could scarcely imagine a better kiss. It might as well be the best he's ever had.
Grip growing slack on Yussa's hips, Caleb's hands slide slowly up his back, holding him in the loosest possible embrace, but holding him nonetheless.
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"Shall I stay here?" he asks softly, not bothering to hide the hint of amusement in his voice. He caresses Caleb's bare cheek, then gives him another sweet kiss before he sits up again. He's full and for the moment it seems both of them are sated, though he knows well the effects of the aphrodisiac he's given his patron. He absently debates taking or applying something for himself, but he doesn't think that he'll need it. Maybe he'll offer Caleb the option in an hour or so if he feels he does.
Candles in the room flicker, making shadows from lattices and curtains play over Yussa's warm skin. Yussa makes an absent gesture to make sure the mage lights brighten slightly to offset the candles burning low. It's one thing to provide atmosphere, it's another to risk that Caleb will not be able to see everything he wants to. Yussa delicately brushes his pale hair back out of his face as he catches his breath, his body finally slowing down.
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Caleb needs a moment to consider his question, but ultimately shakes his head. "Come lay down," he invites, patting the space next to him on the bed. His voice is even rougher than usual from all the noise he was making as Yussa fucked him so well he completely forgot to be embarrassed by how unrestrained he can be.
He is still enraptured by him now, sitting confident and unbothered in his lap as he idly adjusts the lights and fixes his hair. But when he is ready, Caleb will slide his hands beneath Yussa's thighs and help him lift himself off his cock, still mostly hard.
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As Yussa eases off of his lover's lap, he glances back and he's gratified to see that Caleb hasn't gone completely soft. At least the aphrodisiac seems to be working.
He sinks down onto the bed next to Caleb with a soft sigh. Yussa lays on his side, facing his patron with a pillow tucked beneath his head. Gods, Caleb is handsome like this: flushed in the warm light, sated but not yet tired, full of promise.
"How do you feel?" he asks after a moment, once he feels like he's pulled himself together a bit more and once he's sure Caleb has had a bit to catch his breath and collect himself as much as one can after something like that.
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Caleb's cock does soften more quickly now, but not entirely. That orgasm felt like it should have wrung everything out of him, yet here he is, still half hard. It wouldn't take much effort to coax it to fullness again, he's sure.
His lover's gaze on him carries a noticeable weight, but Caleb doesn't look back at him until he speaks. He probably shouldn't be so startled to be asked how he feels.
"Ah...good? Very good," he says, blinking. Slowly, he rolls onto his side as well, facing Yussa. "That was--you were incredible. And your Issylran plants, I think, made it more intense still. But I think I could still go again much sooner than I am used to."
They lay close together, but Caleb longs for contact again, as if he is incomplete if some part of him isn't touching Yussa. He strokes up the outside of his thigh, pausing when his fingers brush against his ass. Perhaps...he is curious, still, for a little more. Intrigued by how open he must be, after being spread by either his cock or the plug for some time now.
"How do you feel?" he asks, turning the question around.
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Caleb doesn't need to wait for a longer refractory period, if he doesn't want to. The questions surprises him, yet in the same breath it doesn't: would he still be Caleb Widogast if he didn't have a streak of tenderness? And he can hear the curiosity in his voice.
"Empty," he admits with a wry smile. He's been fucked, then filled with a plug, then fucked again over the course of the last hour or so; he's had Caleb's cock in every hole he has at least once since his patron arrived. And now to be without anything is harder to ignore than he thought it would be. Even as his body calms down again he can still feel the simmering desire. Caleb has always inspired that, though, whether in a fantasy like this or simply while working in the same space.
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"Do you want the plug again?" Caleb offers, lips curling with something between sympathy and pride. He has fucked Yussa rather thoroughly, apparently enough that he's been left with a lingering craving for fullness. It's an arousing thought, especially when he is remarkably still aroused.
His hand still strokes idly back and forth between Yussa's thigh and hip, encompassing enough of the smaller man's elven frame to for his fingers to follow the curve of his ass as well.
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Warmth hints in his face as the other man's fingers drift along the curve of his ass. Yussa shifts slightly, bringing himself an inch or so closer to his patron. The pride in Caleb's face when he thinks of what he's managed tonight is terribly attractive on him. Yussa muses that he's seen a similar light before - sometimes over arcane work, sometimes in answer to praise from him.
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The hand that wasn't quite gripping his ass now very deliberately is, and Caleb uses it to drag Yussa the rest of the way against him and into a short but heated kiss. "And what a waste it would be to choose to leave you empty," he whispers between them when it breaks.
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"Is this the first time you've had something so fine all to yourself?" he asks, a grin in his voice as he slips his leg over Caleb's hip, leaving himself open to Caleb's touch, wherever it might go. He gives the other man another kiss, attempting to draw it out just a little more.
Yussa knows he's still wet, possibly more so after riding Caleb's cock not that long ago. His arousal hasn't really waned since Caleb walked through the door and even if the bath washed away the evidence of it, there is no hiding it for long. Not left bare and open as he is.
"Take inspiration in knowing there is nothing I would deny you," he murmurs sweetly. "You have taken such care of me, my sweet one."
The phrase skirts very close to the words that mean so much between them. But Caleb is always his sweet boy, even if the man he is playing at being tonight isn't.
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(And Yussa may not call him boy, but the phrase is close enough for him to hear it anyway.)
"How could I do otherwise? I am not the sort of man who can afford to take fine things for granted," he says, the softness of his voice between them belying its intensity. "And I have never had anything so precious just for me."
His heart aches with that admission, as true in reality as in fantasy.
"But already I have decided that I cannot let the first time also be the last."
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He smiles, softer and warmer as the younger man fiercely assures him that this visit will not be the last. His hand moves again to cradle his patron's cheek and Yussa rewards his dedication with a deeper, sweeter kiss and insinuates his body against Caleb's.
"I will be yours," he murmurs. Yussa shifts to reach between them, wanting to touch his cock. "As I am now." Another kiss and a gentle, teasing bite to Caleb's bottom lip.
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