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.
Caleb sighs against Yussa's mouth as the older man claims his space against his body and past his lips with a sweep of his tongue, heavy with conflicting contentment and longing. His eyes slip open when the kiss breaks, meeting Yussa's just as he makes that promise. A hand making space between them finds his cock more than half hard by now, and Caleb moans at that first brush of his fingers. His own hand on Yussa's ass squeezes reflexively, digging into the soft flesh.
Yussa's gentleness is almost too much. His heart wasn't ready for this intimacy. But gods, he craves it. This soft, playful fondness feels so natural, so easy. He seeks another kiss before he responds, needing--more. Just more.
"I'll think of you," he promises breathlessly. "It will be many months before I save enough to see you again. But I know now that having you for even a night is worth every coin I can spare."
Yussa's breath shivers when he feels Caleb getting harder against his palm.
"And now you know I will be worth it," he quips, smiling against Caleb's mouth. Yussa moves, hooking his leg around Caleb's hip as he rolls onto his back, intent on bringing the younger man with him. It's easy enough to get him settled between his thighs and it means Yussa has both hands now to do as he pleases. The one near Caleb's cock wraps fully around it, stroking slowly. The other reaches up to cradle his face, thumb sweeping across his cheek.
"Perhaps I will send you a book in the meantime. To remember me by."
As if there is any actual chance that someone like him could slip Caleb's mind now that the younger man has had him. Even before that his patron was obsessed with the idea of him and that thought makes something warm and eager curl low in Yussa's body.
Yussa rolls and Caleb rolls with him, following the momentum with a startled bark of laughter. He winds up between his thighs with a little adjusting, and Yussa's hand has more freedom to move over his cock, which is readily returning to full arousal with his touch. The speed of it feels miraculous, but then, that was the point of giving him drugs.
His breath grows shallower again, and he cants his hips into Yussa's grip, grinding against his palm. Looking down at the gorgeous man beneath him and nuzzling the slender hand cradling his face, and can't help smiling.
"I do not need a book to remember you." His eyes are bright, dancing with playful warmth. "But I would enjoy one."
His hands are braced on the bed to hold him over Yussa's body, but he does manage to sweep one out across the sheets until his fingers brush glass. Ah yes, there it is.
"Would it be a dirty book?" he presses, teasing. "That preview earlier of your current reading has left me intrigued by your taste in smut, Herr Yussa."
"Oh, I wouldn't assume to send you some dry arcane tome... I'd like my contribution to stand out in your library." Even if he well knows that Caleb Widogast has a collection of smut that might make anyone blush. Anyone except Yussa.
"And I would be eager to sate your curiosity... to give you insight into my preferences," he purrs. If this patron is eager to see what pleases him, far be it from Yussa to keep him from it. The idea is exciting outside of their game, too. It's a terrible oversight that he's never given Caleb anything out of that part of his library, or that he's never really alluded to its existence in the first place. Something to remedy after all of this, when they are back in Tidepeak.
He's vaguely aware that Caleb's hand is moving somewhere outside his line of sight, but given his focus, he doesn't think about it much beyond that. His hand moves faster for a few strokes, then slows again.
"Any gift from you would have pride of place in my library regardless of its contents," Caleb promises dutifully, though his words grow more breathless as Yussa's hand coaxes his cock to stiffen. "But I am eager to learn about you most of all." His lips brush the heel of Yussa's hand, which hides part of his clever grin. "And I will admit to a...proclivity for naughty literature."
Hooking the plug between his fingers, he drags it back toward him, but does nothing with it just yet. He has other ideas which become more tempting the longer he spends gazing at Yussa, looking between the hand moving on his cock and the sultry expression of interest playing out on his face.
With a decisive kiss to the inside of Yussa's wrist, Caleb leans back just enough to move beyond his reach, kneeling to regain the use of his hands.
"Turn over onto your front, please." There is no change in his own playful demeanor, but he is getting more comfortable giving casual instruction.
Yussa smiles as Caleb kisses his hand. He catches the movement of Caleb's hand, briefly seeing the plug before the other man's lips find his wrist. Then he pulls away, leaving Yussa to look up at him expectantly. Even so, the easy instruction sends a shiver of warmth through him. He lifts a brow, a coy but subtle challenge, but does as he's asked.
He moves carefully to avoid kicking or otherwise hitting his patron as he turns onto his front, assuming he should get his knees beneath him, at least. For now, he props himself up on his hands, keeping his body mostly level as he peers back at the younger man behind him.
"Like this? Or should I get lower?"
Yussa so rarely asks things like that, instead intuiting what's needed or wanting, or simply demanding what he wants. To make his point, he lets his knees slide further apart, exposing him more and lowering his hips a fraction.
This provocative, playfully contrarian side of Yussa is one that Caleb has rarely seen before tonight--perhaps not ever, really. It almost feels like a test, as though he is intentionally presenting a challenge for Caleb each time he waits for direction or demands specificity, prompting him to practice reinforcing his control.
That direction was fairly clear, he thought, but he doesn't have any complaints about watching Yussa present himself on his hands and knees, demonstrating one pose, then another for comparison.
"Hm. Let me see." Caleb remains warm, but impartial, as though he really is considering his options as he leaves the plug by his knee, within easy reach, and runs a broad hand down along Yussa's right flank. Swift and abrupt, he pulls it back a short distance, and his palm connects with a resounding crack across the right side of Yussa's ass, just sharp enough to make his hand smart.
That impulsive choice comes with a spike of adrenaline so strong it makes him momentarily dizzy. Now his pulse is pounding.
"Ja, this will do nicely, if you can maintain it," he says, distantly impressed by his own ability to feign disaffection. But it's far from the first time tonight he's followed through on the urge to spank Yussa, is it? "Do not move."
Part of the thrill of the night is that Yussa can't entirely predict what will happen from one moment to the next. Even with that in mind, it still takes him by complete surprise when Caleb's appreciative caress turns into a sharp smack. It's enough to make Yussa jump, startling a sound out of him and sending a rush of heat to his face.
The pain doesn't linger, but he can still feel the little sting and the heat left behind. Yussa swallows thickly and he finds himself having to catch his breath a bit. Whatever effect Caleb intended, he certainly has Yussa's attention - and his compliance. The archmage remains exactly as he is, his mind clear enough to meditate on the words if you can maintain it.
Now he has to resist the urge to sink onto his forearms. He's done this to himself, of course, and that is part of the appeal. It's been a few decades since anyone presumed to take that kind of liberty with him, but--it's been about as long since he really invited anyone to.
That it was Yussa's choice to put himself in this position makes it very much not Caleb's problem if he must swallow his pride if it turns out he can't maintain it. That smack seems to have had the effect of eliminating his willfulness for the moment, just as he'd similarly grown docile earlier. Caleb will certainly remember that.
This position is perhaps not quite as ideal for his own plans as having Yussa lay on his belly, but it still works very well, which makes challenging Yussa to live with the consequences of his brattishness more than worthwhile.
Caleb widens his own stance to brace himself at a steady center of gravity on the bed, walking back far enough that the angle when he bends to meet Yussa's backside is comfortable. Both hands squeeze the round cheeks of his ass and spread them, and Caleb's tongue wets his lips as he takes in the sight of his own come dripping sluggishly from his lover's well-fucked hole. Of course he leans down the rest of the way and drags the flat of his tongue over his rim to lap it up. How could he do anything else?
Yussa finds himself regretting his decision the moment he realizes what Caleb is doing. Gods, he really should have been able to predict this. When has Caleb ever given up the chance to clean up after himself? His soft moan sounds startled as Caleb grips his ass and runs his tongue over his well-used hole.
In an attempt to compensate, Yussa lets his knees slide further apart, lower his hips more to the bed. He knows the positions Caleb prefers for this, and being down on the bed would certainly make it easier for his patron (and for him). His face burns, aware of what a mess he must be with his lover's come dripping out of him. He's made this difficult for himself twice over: if he were on his belly, he could at least attempt to find some relief grinding against the bed while Caleb tongues his ass. He aches to touch himself and grips the blanket beneath him to keep his hands were they are.
"Gods, Caleb," he whispers, keeping his voice down in an attempt to keep from moaning. He can feel the heat in his face spread lower.
Caleb's lips curl with amusement as Yussa already shifts, dropping his hips lower in a way that forces Caleb to readjust as well. As he moves, the hand spreading Yussa open on his left side pulls back and reconnects a splitsecond later with another satisfyingly sharp smack, landing where the curve of his ass is softest and thickest. Now he's evened it out, at least.
"Schatz, I said that you weren't to move," he reminds, all gentle warmth. "Can you not manage this position after all?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth returns as soon as he has his balance again, both hands feeling the lingering warmth of flesh striking flesh as they hold Yussa open for him. His tongue sweeps over the soft give of his lover's stretched hole, dipping easily into his ass. Caleb's cock stands hard between his thighs, the golden warmth of arousal pooling again low in his body as he feels how yielding his lover is against his mouth, opened up so thoroughly that his hole barely resists penetration.
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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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Yussa's gentleness is almost too much. His heart wasn't ready for this intimacy. But gods, he craves it. This soft, playful fondness feels so natural, so easy. He seeks another kiss before he responds, needing--more. Just more.
"I'll think of you," he promises breathlessly. "It will be many months before I save enough to see you again. But I know now that having you for even a night is worth every coin I can spare."
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"And now you know I will be worth it," he quips, smiling against Caleb's mouth. Yussa moves, hooking his leg around Caleb's hip as he rolls onto his back, intent on bringing the younger man with him. It's easy enough to get him settled between his thighs and it means Yussa has both hands now to do as he pleases. The one near Caleb's cock wraps fully around it, stroking slowly. The other reaches up to cradle his face, thumb sweeping across his cheek.
"Perhaps I will send you a book in the meantime. To remember me by."
As if there is any actual chance that someone like him could slip Caleb's mind now that the younger man has had him. Even before that his patron was obsessed with the idea of him and that thought makes something warm and eager curl low in Yussa's body.
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His breath grows shallower again, and he cants his hips into Yussa's grip, grinding against his palm. Looking down at the gorgeous man beneath him and nuzzling the slender hand cradling his face, and can't help smiling.
"I do not need a book to remember you." His eyes are bright, dancing with playful warmth. "But I would enjoy one."
His hands are braced on the bed to hold him over Yussa's body, but he does manage to sweep one out across the sheets until his fingers brush glass. Ah yes, there it is.
"Would it be a dirty book?" he presses, teasing. "That preview earlier of your current reading has left me intrigued by your taste in smut, Herr Yussa."
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"And I would be eager to sate your curiosity... to give you insight into my preferences," he purrs. If this patron is eager to see what pleases him, far be it from Yussa to keep him from it. The idea is exciting outside of their game, too. It's a terrible oversight that he's never given Caleb anything out of that part of his library, or that he's never really alluded to its existence in the first place. Something to remedy after all of this, when they are back in Tidepeak.
He's vaguely aware that Caleb's hand is moving somewhere outside his line of sight, but given his focus, he doesn't think about it much beyond that. His hand moves faster for a few strokes, then slows again.
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Hooking the plug between his fingers, he drags it back toward him, but does nothing with it just yet. He has other ideas which become more tempting the longer he spends gazing at Yussa, looking between the hand moving on his cock and the sultry expression of interest playing out on his face.
With a decisive kiss to the inside of Yussa's wrist, Caleb leans back just enough to move beyond his reach, kneeling to regain the use of his hands.
"Turn over onto your front, please." There is no change in his own playful demeanor, but he is getting more comfortable giving casual instruction.
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He moves carefully to avoid kicking or otherwise hitting his patron as he turns onto his front, assuming he should get his knees beneath him, at least. For now, he props himself up on his hands, keeping his body mostly level as he peers back at the younger man behind him.
"Like this? Or should I get lower?"
Yussa so rarely asks things like that, instead intuiting what's needed or wanting, or simply demanding what he wants. To make his point, he lets his knees slide further apart, exposing him more and lowering his hips a fraction.
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That direction was fairly clear, he thought, but he doesn't have any complaints about watching Yussa present himself on his hands and knees, demonstrating one pose, then another for comparison.
"Hm. Let me see." Caleb remains warm, but impartial, as though he really is considering his options as he leaves the plug by his knee, within easy reach, and runs a broad hand down along Yussa's right flank. Swift and abrupt, he pulls it back a short distance, and his palm connects with a resounding crack across the right side of Yussa's ass, just sharp enough to make his hand smart.
That impulsive choice comes with a spike of adrenaline so strong it makes him momentarily dizzy. Now his pulse is pounding.
"Ja, this will do nicely, if you can maintain it," he says, distantly impressed by his own ability to feign disaffection. But it's far from the first time tonight he's followed through on the urge to spank Yussa, is it? "Do not move."
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The pain doesn't linger, but he can still feel the little sting and the heat left behind. Yussa swallows thickly and he finds himself having to catch his breath a bit. Whatever effect Caleb intended, he certainly has Yussa's attention - and his compliance. The archmage remains exactly as he is, his mind clear enough to meditate on the words if you can maintain it.
Now he has to resist the urge to sink onto his forearms. He's done this to himself, of course, and that is part of the appeal. It's been a few decades since anyone presumed to take that kind of liberty with him, but--it's been about as long since he really invited anyone to.
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This position is perhaps not quite as ideal for his own plans as having Yussa lay on his belly, but it still works very well, which makes challenging Yussa to live with the consequences of his brattishness more than worthwhile.
Caleb widens his own stance to brace himself at a steady center of gravity on the bed, walking back far enough that the angle when he bends to meet Yussa's backside is comfortable. Both hands squeeze the round cheeks of his ass and spread them, and Caleb's tongue wets his lips as he takes in the sight of his own come dripping sluggishly from his lover's well-fucked hole. Of course he leans down the rest of the way and drags the flat of his tongue over his rim to lap it up. How could he do anything else?
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In an attempt to compensate, Yussa lets his knees slide further apart, lower his hips more to the bed. He knows the positions Caleb prefers for this, and being down on the bed would certainly make it easier for his patron (and for him). His face burns, aware of what a mess he must be with his lover's come dripping out of him. He's made this difficult for himself twice over: if he were on his belly, he could at least attempt to find some relief grinding against the bed while Caleb tongues his ass. He aches to touch himself and grips the blanket beneath him to keep his hands were they are.
"Gods, Caleb," he whispers, keeping his voice down in an attempt to keep from moaning. He can feel the heat in his face spread lower.
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"Schatz, I said that you weren't to move," he reminds, all gentle warmth. "Can you not manage this position after all?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth returns as soon as he has his balance again, both hands feeling the lingering warmth of flesh striking flesh as they hold Yussa open for him. His tongue sweeps over the soft give of his lover's stretched hole, dipping easily into his ass. Caleb's cock stands hard between his thighs, the golden warmth of arousal pooling again low in his body as he feels how yielding his lover is against his mouth, opened up so thoroughly that his hole barely resists penetration.
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