Yussa relents more quickly than he thought he would, thighs quivering as he gasps his name, pleading to lay down even as his hips tilt up toward his mouth. Caleb sits back, and there is a triumphant smile in his voice when he responds.
"Of course, schatz. Go ahead."
Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth doesn't do a lot for the state of his face from the nose down, but since he is planning to get right back to it, that doesn't much matter. Yussa all but collapses, thighs spreading until he's laying flat on the bed. It takes a lot, honestly, for Caleb to keep from chuckling, equally fond and amused.
"There. Easier this way, isn't it?" he says, running a hand down his lover's back.
Yussa sinks down as soon as he's given permission. It's less graceful than he'd like, but effective. He keeps his legs spread to ensure Caleb has easy access, and to get as flat to the bed as he can. He grinds against the bed a little and manages to hold back a moan when he gets pressure that he wants against his clit. He won't make himself come, of course not. But it does take the edge off, just a little.
"Yes," he sighs. He can hear the amusement in Caleb's voice but he doesn't attempt to admonish him. Instead, he arches his back into the other man's touch as Caleb's hand slides down along his spine.
He's grateful for the short reprieve as Caleb takes a little bit of time before diving right back in. He tries to take a moment to catch his breath, feeling somewhat ridiculous that he's so worked up when Caleb hasn't done more than use his tongue. Then again, he's been reduced to a needy creature by that mouth before, perhaps it's not such a surprise.
Yussa is frequently endearing, but he manages to be especially so like this, flustered and aroused enough that he can do nothing but lay flat on his belly with his legs open, grinding against the bed. That Caleb has managed to get him so wound up with relatively little he'll attribute to his work over the course of the evening, as well as the denial he's carefully orchestrated.
"Then perhaps you will do as I ask next time," he says, still amused more than admonishing. His hand trails down from the small of Yussa's back to give his ass a playful squeeze, and he leaves it there as he gets settled into place.
Caleb rests on his front as well between the wide splay of Yussa's thighs, his cock pinned beneath him against the sheets. His head and chest are raised, supported by elbows on both sides of Yussa's hips, hands again gripping his ass to spread him open. This is much easier. When he bends to return to his work, he doesn't have to think about anything else. His tongue laves over his hole lightly at first, flat and barely applying pressure before pressing deeper with a firmer lick, easy as anything.
He wonders if Yussa has an alternative to the plug--something bigger. Perhaps he'll look after he fucks him again.
Yussa murmurs something that sounds like an affirmation or agreement as Caleb squeezes his ass, then settles right back into work. Gods, it isn't enough to get him off, but he knows that his own pleasure really isn't the point here. It's oddly thrilling, but still ultimately frustrating.
He squirms beneath Caleb's grip, both to seek pressure and friction from the bed but also driven by every lick, every thrust of his tongue as it sinks effortlessly into him. It's a heady thing to be reminded just how--open he is.
His fingers curl in the blanket again, gripping it tightly. He badly wants to fill his cunt and he can't quite bring himself to beg for it just yet. Not when his pride is still recovering from getting spanked and gently chided.
The way Yussa squirms isn't subtle. His arousal and frustration have resulted in a palpable desperation, a twitching need Caleb can sense just beneath the surface, like a current his lover's body can barely contain. He needs more, but through his own choice, he is not in a position to demand it.
Caleb is fascinated by this side of Yussa, and at least part of that intrigue is rooted in how he can and cannot relate to him. Most often, it is Caleb who finds himself voluntarily in this position: willingly subservient to his lover's will, available to be used however Yussa might wish, yet silently enduring denial of his own needs, knowing that any pleasure or release he experiences will be purely at his lover's behest. Caleb understands Yussa's current frustration intimately. He finds it freeing to have that choice taken from him. But he is certain that Yussa doesn't get quite the same things from it that he does, though he must find it thrilling in other ways. Why continue, if not?
Tilting his head fractionally, Caleb's wet mouth makes a brief detour over the curve of Yussa's ass, teeth nipping playfully into thicker flesh as his hand slips away, instead tucking beneath Yussa's hip. It pushes between him and the bed until Caleb feels his fingertips nudge a familiar swollen bud, then just a little further to pinch the other man's stiff clit between his fingers. There. He isn't trying to keep him from coming. The opposite, if anything.
As his tongue circles his opening again and sinks back into the pliant heat of his hole, a low hum vibrates in Caleb's throat. But his mouth is too happily occupied to pause for words, even the sort he knows would make Yussa's thighs quake. No matter; he's pretty sure he can accomplish that between his fingers and tongue alone.
"Ah--" Yussa's hips jerk when Caleb's hand slips beneath him to pinch his clit. He can't tell if it's mercy or a reward or teasing, but it doesn't really matter: it feels amazing. He moves between Caleb's fingers and his tongue, trying to fuck the tight space he's been given while Caleb holds him in place.
He knows that Caleb takes pleasure in giving his willing, effortless submission; even if Yussa wants to submit, rarely finds himself in the right frame of mind to simply do it. He cannot recall the last time he even asked for such a thing, he has little practice. But he does find relief and pleasure in ceding control to someone he trusts, even if it takes... encouragement. Enforcement. Caleb is very capable of giving him what he needs and wants - they would not have lasted so long otherwise - but this feels more explicit in the boundaries of the game. Quieting Yussa's mind takes a different kind of effort.
Caleb moans against him and the feeling of his voice earns an echo of that sound from Yussa. He braces himself against his forearms for a bit more leverage though his body remains flat to the bed. His thighs flex as he grinds against Caleb's hand and soon enough he's panting. Tension builds low in his body and he can feel the rising crest of his pleasure. If Caleb doesn't stop him, he'll come like this.
It's none of those things, really. As with most things tonight, it's purely because Caleb enjoys Yussa's enthusiastic reaction, the shameless way his hips immediately begin to bounce down against the bed to fuck between his fingers. He loves tightly cradling the stiff heat of his clit, how he can feel the pulse of Yussa's pleasure so intimately.
Caleb grinds his own arousal against the sheets almost idly, feeling the warm weight of it in his gut without urgency. He can have what he wants whenever he pleases. What turns him on far more, what awakens his body from arousal to desire, is feeling the rhythmic flex of Yussa's thighs, and how little time it takes for him to start panting.
"Go ahead and come, schatz." His voice rasps as he frees his mouth for just long enough to encourage, in case his implicit permission wasn't clear.
But Yussa is fucking back against his tongue nearly as much as into his hand, so he licks into him again quickly enough. His hole and his folds and the crease of his thighs and the bed and Caleb's face are all a dripping mess of spit and oil. Luxuriously soft and hot and slick around his tongue, Caleb feels the potent tug of want as he anticipates sinking his cock back into his courtesan lover's perfect ass, where it belongs.
If he moves his hips just so, Yussa can feel Caleb fingertips brush his slick folds, but not nearly enough to get more than a passing touch. He whines softly as his pleasure builds and as he's given permission to come. It strikes him again how rare this is in their relationship, enough that before tonight he cannot recall Caleb ever giving him permission to do anything. It's a heady thing now to hang on his lover's whims.
His voice rises into another moan as Caleb's tongue returns to him. He bows his head and mindlessly fucks Caleb's fingers, moving a bit harder, faster, until he feels the tension in him break.
A heavier moan escapes him and his thighs and core tremble with tension as his orgasm hits with that familiar, perfect burst of pleasure through him. His cunt bears down around nothing and he aches to feel something inside him, but at the moment his only focus is this, the satisfaction to be found right where he is. Dizzily, he thinks this will only add to the mess between his thighs, only making him more wet, more slick.
Slowly, he winds himself back down from that delicious rush, his hips finally going still again as he lays there. He tries to catch his breath as his body relaxes again.
Tonight, as ever, there is nothing like feeling Yussa come apart with pleasure. He does very little, truly, just works his tongue in and out of him as Yussa exhausts himself fucking his fingers. Caleb can still feel the gentle trembling in his thighs as his hips drop heavily down to the bed. He must be absolutely soaked--when Caleb pulls back, withdrawing both hands and mouth, he sees the sheets are damp between Yussa's legs, and Caleb is certain that isn't entirely his doing.
"Gods, you are perfect," he murmurs, stroking the back of a splayed thigh as he admires the tattoo there from this angle before he gets his knees under him.
His wet mouth begins to trail up his lover's back along his spine as his hands walk up the bed on either side of him, bringing Caleb further over the smaller man's body with each progressive kiss. His erection rests heavy and hot against his ass, and a rock of Caleb's hips slots the length of himself between his cheeks, dragging through the slick mess over his hole--and perhaps, without perfect finesse, brushing his folds once or twice. For the moment, Caleb teases himself with this friction without pressing inside.
"I have not forgotten," he says, a touch more breathlessly, "that you complained of being empty, Herr Yussa. Should I fix that for you?"
The praise lands sweetly, even if it's that of a besotted patron complimenting the courtesan he's bought for the evening. Then again, even in this game Yussa knows it runs deeper than that: Caleb is a talented arcanist who has recognized him as a colleague, of sorts. That certainly hasn't stopped him from using him every way he can imagine. Somehow explicitly having both of those at once adds to his enjoyment.
Yussa shivers when Caleb pulls away only to start kissing up his back. He doesn't move, instead enjoying the feeling of Caleb's larger body over his. He can feel the firm heat of Caleb's cock slide between his cheeks and he can't help the sound that escapes him when it brushes against his cunt.
"Please," he answers, the edge of need in his voice no longer under his control. He tries to tip his hips but it isn't quite as easy now that Caleb is leaning over him and pressed against him. Yussa bites his lip and attempts to get his knees under him just a bit, but there's really nothing for it unless Caleb lets him.
"I'm aching for you." Perhaps a few hours ago that might ahve been a coy exaggeration, but now it's a declaration of truth.
Yet Caleb remains, for all that his attraction to the man he's paid for tonight is more than skin deep, a besotted patron. Very much so. (And to imagine the two of them crossing paths outside of this room, outside of this context, as colleagues instead is--thrilling and intimidating.) Yussa has charmed him completely, intentionally or not. He hopes he really might receive a book. He hopes for the chance to maintain any connection at all between this evening and whenever he may have the good fortune to find himself here again.
Yussa is just so easy to desire, and desire fervently, as though he was plucked from fantasies within Caleb's own head. His head spins and his breath stutters at the raw honesty of his pleading, the way he tries to angle his body beneath him to offer himself. Caleb is going to hear I'm aching for you in his dreams.
"I will not leave you empty again," he promises, pressing a kiss to the back of his elven lover's shoulder before he leans over him completely, and can no longer reach. His hips lift for long enough for Yussa to tip his the way he likes, perhaps even with his knees against the bed, though Caleb keeps him pinned down on his front.
He knows very well what Yussa must be aching for most, but he's resolved to wait for him to ask for it directly before enjoying him in that way again. And it is certainly no consolation to him in the least to guide his cock back to the perfectly pliant hole he's been fucking with his tongue, balanced briefly on one hand while the other thumbs the head of his cock into place, sinking in like a hot knife through butter. With a choked groan, his hips roll down and slap firmly against Yussa's upturned ass, burying his cock inside, and his hand goes back to the bed. He really needs both for support in this position, or it gets precarious.
Open and well-fucked already, there is no need for a slow ramping-up. Caleb rocks back and in again with another firm thrust, and another, wiry muscle straining throughout the lean body arced over Yussa with each decisive motion.
Yussa cries out weakly as Caleb's cock sinks back into him without any resistance. He arches his back, barely keeping his hips off the bed as his lover wastes no time. Another hiccuped sound escapes when Caleb's hips clap against him, hitting the slightly tender places where he's already been slapped with calloused hands. He can feel where the bed dips as Caleb braces himself.
His patron's lean body belies the strength in it, especially when put to a task this enjoyable. Every thrust forces a breathless sound out of him and Yussa barely has himself braced on his forearms. He risks keeping his weight on just one, the other hand reaching back to touch Caleb's thigh, as if he can pull the other man closer - as if they could possibly be closer than they are.
The ease with which his patron takes him now is obscene, speaking to how thoroughly he's been used tonight. Every smooth thrust is a reminder that his patron took his time working him open and has kept him that way just to use him again at his leisure. Gods, that thought alone makes his body got tight for a moment, the tension an echo of the desire he still feels. Caleb is eager in the way he chases his own pleasure and at the moment all Yussa can do is ride it out, to take what he's given (though even now that is not really a hardship) as he tries not to completely slump to the bed. He has more stamina than that, surely.
There is no reason that Yussa reaching back to touch his thigh should inspire the level of raw desire that it does. It's little more than a slender hand pressing lightly against taut muscle, pale skin, and scattered red hair, but his nerves ignite. Caleb is over him, inside him, but Yussa still wants to be closer, seeking wordless connection as his voice is stolen, soft noises fucked out of him by each insistent thrust.
Though his arms already burn with the effort of supporting his lanky body, Caleb lowers himself just a fraction more, dropping his head between his shoulders to look down at his lover's face. Yussa is beautiful and irresistible, mouth hanging open and brown skin deeply flushed. His lips brush his forehead even as Caleb pants hotly himself, exertion and arousal shortening his breath. Caleb's hair trails unbound over one shoulder, long enough to pool on the bed and bright fiery copper in the warm cast of Yussa's magelights.
It really is obscenely, ridiculously thrilling how open Yussa's body has become for him. Nearly the entire length of his shaft leaves him and slots just as effortlessly back in with each sharp snap of his hips. He buries himself again and again without resistance in the perfect snug heat of his passage, his hole stretched and softened for the girth of his cock by spit and oil and thorough use.
"Your ass is incredible, schatz," he growls--not because he means to growl, but because his voice is gravelly and ragged and he has little control over how he sounds. "Just a little effort and you became so--easy for me."
The way Caleb kisses his forehead is such a sweet gesture and it seems completely incongruous with how easily, eagerly, the younger man is fucking his ass. Caleb is low over him, he can feel his patron's chest against his back when they move just so. He's vaguely aware that Caleb's hair has fallen over one shoulder - he can feel it brush against his skin and he can smell the soap they used in their bath.
At the time a bath seemed perfectly reasonable, but Yussa thinks he's more a mess now than he was before.
Hearing Caleb comment on how easy he is sends a pulse of desire through him. Yussa moans when his lover grinds against him, then gives him another hard thrust. He doesn't think he's ever been this yielding, even when Caleb has taken his time to open him up. As the rest of him flattens to the bed, his hand stays against Caleb's thigh, clinging to him as best he can. They're touching nearly everywhere, but he still wants this point of contact.
"You feel so good," he pants. His next words come out with in a whimper. "Gods, I want to feel you in my cunt."
That Yussa's reaction to his noted easiness is another moan when Caleb's hips grind against his ass, shoving his cock deep, threatens to ignite what stamina Caleb has like flashpaper.
A growing awareness of the flare of pleasure in his body, bright and hot and fast-burning, leads him to conclude that he isn't going to last long this time. Not with Yussa under him like this, hot and hazy and moaning for him as he takes what he's given, so eager to be used. This is good, probably. His muscles complain more every time his hips roll, an ache building in his abs and thighs and arms alongside the burn of need in his gut.
But gods, it's so good when he gathers every shred of focus he has and makes himself speak. The first breathless declaration alone would be enough to make Caleb dizzy and wild, but then he whimpers more, and it is just what Caleb has been waiting to hear. He groans, burying his nose in his soft, clean-smelling hair even as he tastes sweat where his lips press to his temple.
His thrusts are growing less controlled, less regular. Both of them are panting audibly, in concert with the slap of his hips against Yussa's upturned ass and the thrillingly lewd wet sound of fucking a well-slicked, well-used hole.
"Do you?" he prompts, low and dragging across the sandpaper feeling in his throat. "It seems like your ass is begging to be filled."
Yussa can feel the way Caleb's hips stutter as he loses his rhythm. It still feels good, but he's sure that's a warning that Caleb is going to come. He doesn't expect his lover to demand an answer from him. Yussa gasps the next time Caleb's hips meet is ass.
"Y-you can," he pants, voice tight even if it's Caleb who's working himself toward an orgasm. "You can fill me." He knows he sounds slightly delirious but he thinks he's earned that. Yussa realizes he is possibly negotiating for something he's been wanting since the bath. Since before that, even. "Whatever you want, please--"
He shivers beneath Caleb and tries to arch his back more as if that might get his patron deeper inside him. Yussa feels his body tighten around Caleb's cock and he bites his lip as the other man seeks his own pleasure with such abandon.
Oh, Yussa is trying to--convince him? Bargain with him? And then, finally--plead. His feverish desperation is delicious. He aches for this.
"I know," Caleb says, breathlessly amused. His mouth brushes warm against the pointed tip of his lover's ear, then the prickle of stubble as he nuzzles closer. "I can do anything I want with you. You are--" A thrust, deep. A grind, deeper. "--mine."
Yussa's back arches, or perhaps the lovely curve of his ass was already angled perfectly, but this attempted offering of himself is so wanton and inviting that Caleb can only reward him with more--shorter, harder thrusts, into the soft, welcoming heat of his body, hips stuttering as he loses self-control to pleasure. He's getting so close he can feel the vertigo, tension in his muscles building the tension deeper within.
"What do you want?" he rasps tightly, shutting his eyes as his vision starts to blur around the edges.
"Please--" His voice breaks in a moan as Caleb makes that affirmation. Yussa trembles and he struggles to keep his hands where they are. He wants to plunge his fingers into his cunt if Caleb won't give him his cock, but that is not his decision to make. Not tonight.
"I need you in my cunt," he whispers, voice strained as Caleb gets more desperate in the way he moves. His body tightens round his lover's cock and the fullness he feels only amplifies how empty he is elsewhere. Yussa grinds weakly against the bed, not quite able to find the same satisfaction there as he did when Caleb's hand was tucked beneath him. He probably could if he tried harder, but he is more interested in feeling Caleb come.
His hand drops away from Caleb's thigh to brace more against the bed, keeping him steady as Caleb fucks him like he means to put him through the very fine mattress beneath them.
The appeal of those words, like many others Caleb has teased from his lover's lips tonight, is their utter novelty. When has he ever had the privilege of hearing Yussa Errenis like this, crude and begging? When will he again? Everything about this, pinning him to the bed and fucking that whispered plea out of him, is utterly filthy and absurdly hot.
"A little more, schatz," he manages to gasp. "Just a little more patience."
Caleb was already close. Yussa squeezes around him and Caleb moans helplessly, fucking him with needful abandon, thrusts that roll both their hips down into the bed, that finally press Caleb's body over Yussa's back, caging him beneath as his shaking arms force him to lower himself to his forearms. He only snaps his hips down a handful of times in a tight, dragging grind before he comes with a cry, tense and twitching. He feels dizzy at the height of it as he fills his lover's ass, only just managing not to collapse on top of him completely.
Gods, that aphrodisiac is no joke. Two intense orgasms in less than half an hour is significantly different (and significantly better) than how he'd expected to pace himself tonight.
Yussa whines softly in answer to Caleb's breathless encouragement. A little more patience, but Caleb was already on his way to his end. He's pressed down into the bed by his patron's weight and the urgent movement of his hips. Down on his forearms, Caleb his pressed almost entirely against him and Yussa gasps out a last moan when the younger man grinds against him and finally comes with a euphoric cry.
All he can do is lay there, panting hard simply from the exertion of fucking at that pace. Yussa lets himself lay flat against the bed, which is far easier than trying to press up against Caleb's weight. He doesn't mind, especially when Caleb seems to be making an effort not to drop his weight entirely on top of him.
His hand moves to brush against one of Caleb's, offering a caress as the other man tries to hold himself up.
The combination of exertion and orgasm has left Caleb panting also as he shivers in the aftermath. Tension slowly drains from his body as he lays over his lover, kept from collapsing completely only by the waning strength in his biceps. But remaining there just a little longer is worth the effort to feel Yussa beneath him, to prolong the last lingering waves of his pleasure inside him, and most of all for the gentle brush of Yussa's hand against his, affirming and affectionate.
With a contented sigh and a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb's hand turns over to catch Yussa's fingers with his own and thread them together. He enjoys this for as long as his arms permit--which is not terribly long.
The effort it takes just to pull out and roll off his lover, sprawling on his back next to him, feels astronomical. Strands of long red hair stick to his skin with sweat, and his muscles ache--but now he is no longer using them, that ache is becoming almost enjoyable.
"Give me just--" he half gasps, half laughs, intensity faded to giddiness. "Just a moment, schatz, to catch my breath." There is one thing he wants to make sure he does soon--the plug is still there by his knee. But for now, he turns his head to smile at his lover, close enough that he can duck down with minimal effort and kiss his shoulder. "You are really something incredible, you know," he murmurs, part compliment and part dizzied musing. "I do not think I have ever experienced desire quite like this."
Yussa closes his eyes as Caleb's weight rests over him - not all of it, he can tell Caleb is still supporting himself - but enough that he feels comfortably held in place. A smile flickers to life when his lover's hand moves, fingers tangling with his. It's a very sweet gesture, one that feels natural and yet Yussa knows well many patrons don't behave this way. It's worth enjoying while he has it.
That tender quiet only lasts so long. Soon, too soon, Caleb pulls out of him and rolls away. Yussa's breath hiccups as the other man moves, but he doesn't attempt to do the same. He stays as he is, only shifting to fold his arm beneath his head.
"You'll get no complaint from me," he answers with a wry smile, his own voice still breathy as he works on recovering. Seeing Caleb this light, this giddy, is a treat in its own right. That is the face of a man who is thoroughly enjoying himself and it warms something in Yussa to know that is his doing.
His smile softens when warm lips brush against his shoulder.
"I should hope so, for the rates I charge." It's half-teasing, half preening. Yussa knows his worth. He does not compromise in that. "I am glad I am worth what you've sacrificed to have me."
Gods, but somehow Yussa is especially attractive when he gives these teasing reminders about how much he is worth, and what Caleb has paid to have him. He would expect a pricy courtesan to avoid mentioning their fee after the initial transaction, to weave an illusion of complete exclusivity. But then, Caleb had brought it up himself at the beginning in noticing how Yussa enjoyed the notion of him: a man who could never purchase him on a whim, whose dedication was proven by the months he spent working to save that coin, unlike his typical patrons. Yussa must have seen how that appeal goes both ways. He must have understood that Caleb is equally perplexed and aroused by the impossible contradiction of his rough, calloused hands handling such a fine thing. A man like him shouldn't be permitted--yet he is.
With effort, he turns onto his side. The back of his knuckles trace lightly, reverently, from Yussa's shoulder down his folded arm. A thumb brushes over his cheek, and last against the faint lines at the outer corners of his eyes that Caleb so adores.
"Sacrifices I would gladly make again, as rightful compensation for a night like no other," he murmurs. "It would be an insult to pay any less for the pleasure of your..." Caleb's gaze slides very obviously down Yussa's body to his ass, lingering there for a long moment before snapping back up. As their eyes meet again, his smile curls suggestively wider. "...company."
Yussa loves that tenderness Caleb gives him now and the reverence in his touch. He loves that it contrasts so perfectly with the fact that not long ago this man was buried in his ass, fucking him with abandon and all the entitlement he's earned. And Caleb clearly remembers too, given the way his gaze wanders before flicking back up to his face. The bright look in his blue eyes, the suggestive smile, make Yussa huff a breathless laugh. He can feel his lover's come dripping from his well-used hole and that alone is enough to bring on another blush.
"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you've enjoyed our conversations about literature and the finer points of arcane study..." His own smirk is more subdued but the teasing light in his golden eyes isn't. "You are a much more satisfying conversationalist than others, not at all hesitant to reach deep."
Yussa knows, even if he'd just observed the last few hours, how much Caleb strives to be better. He's a wizard, after all. If he were satisfied with being mundane he would never have picked up arcane study, and so the hint that he's surpassed other clients will surely please him.
Oh, it pleases him, just as every other insinuation to that effect has pleased him tonight. Yussa has given him so many compliments, yet somehow none have felt excessive or dishonest, even this playful innuendo.
"That you have found the deftness of my tongue exceptionally impressive is very flattering." Caleb's eyes are bright, and the way he smiles is a step beyond coy. Flirtatious, even though flirting is hardly necessary at this stage--was never necessary, really, with a lover he's paid for. He is enjoying it nonetheless. He loves seeing Yussa's eyes light up this way, loves that he can make him laugh and blush at once by behaving a bit shamelessly. "I hope to be much more satisfying in all the ways you find most enjoyable."
Having recovered at least enough for this, Caleb pushes himself up on one arm, gaining enough height to see what he's doing as he slides his hand down the small of Yussa's back and over his ass. Two fingers stroke teasingly light over his hole, and he feels his cock--not quite soft, still--give an interested throb as he feels an undeniably possessive thrill at the sight of his come leaking steadily from his lover's thoroughly used opening.
But he doesn't linger there yet. He reaches further, where he can feel glass against his own skin, and finds where the plug rolled off to. This he brings back with more purpose, holding it steady and nudging the blunt tip against Yussa's ass, so ready to open up for him again with only a little pressure.
"I thought I might look for something bigger," he murmurs, "but this will do for now, if you are feeling empty still?"
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"Of course, schatz. Go ahead."
Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth doesn't do a lot for the state of his face from the nose down, but since he is planning to get right back to it, that doesn't much matter. Yussa all but collapses, thighs spreading until he's laying flat on the bed. It takes a lot, honestly, for Caleb to keep from chuckling, equally fond and amused.
"There. Easier this way, isn't it?" he says, running a hand down his lover's back.
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"Yes," he sighs. He can hear the amusement in Caleb's voice but he doesn't attempt to admonish him. Instead, he arches his back into the other man's touch as Caleb's hand slides down along his spine.
He's grateful for the short reprieve as Caleb takes a little bit of time before diving right back in. He tries to take a moment to catch his breath, feeling somewhat ridiculous that he's so worked up when Caleb hasn't done more than use his tongue. Then again, he's been reduced to a needy creature by that mouth before, perhaps it's not such a surprise.
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"Then perhaps you will do as I ask next time," he says, still amused more than admonishing. His hand trails down from the small of Yussa's back to give his ass a playful squeeze, and he leaves it there as he gets settled into place.
Caleb rests on his front as well between the wide splay of Yussa's thighs, his cock pinned beneath him against the sheets. His head and chest are raised, supported by elbows on both sides of Yussa's hips, hands again gripping his ass to spread him open. This is much easier. When he bends to return to his work, he doesn't have to think about anything else. His tongue laves over his hole lightly at first, flat and barely applying pressure before pressing deeper with a firmer lick, easy as anything.
He wonders if Yussa has an alternative to the plug--something bigger. Perhaps he'll look after he fucks him again.
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He squirms beneath Caleb's grip, both to seek pressure and friction from the bed but also driven by every lick, every thrust of his tongue as it sinks effortlessly into him. It's a heady thing to be reminded just how--open he is.
His fingers curl in the blanket again, gripping it tightly. He badly wants to fill his cunt and he can't quite bring himself to beg for it just yet. Not when his pride is still recovering from getting spanked and gently chided.
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Caleb is fascinated by this side of Yussa, and at least part of that intrigue is rooted in how he can and cannot relate to him. Most often, it is Caleb who finds himself voluntarily in this position: willingly subservient to his lover's will, available to be used however Yussa might wish, yet silently enduring denial of his own needs, knowing that any pleasure or release he experiences will be purely at his lover's behest. Caleb understands Yussa's current frustration intimately. He finds it freeing to have that choice taken from him. But he is certain that Yussa doesn't get quite the same things from it that he does, though he must find it thrilling in other ways. Why continue, if not?
Tilting his head fractionally, Caleb's wet mouth makes a brief detour over the curve of Yussa's ass, teeth nipping playfully into thicker flesh as his hand slips away, instead tucking beneath Yussa's hip. It pushes between him and the bed until Caleb feels his fingertips nudge a familiar swollen bud, then just a little further to pinch the other man's stiff clit between his fingers. There. He isn't trying to keep him from coming. The opposite, if anything.
As his tongue circles his opening again and sinks back into the pliant heat of his hole, a low hum vibrates in Caleb's throat. But his mouth is too happily occupied to pause for words, even the sort he knows would make Yussa's thighs quake. No matter; he's pretty sure he can accomplish that between his fingers and tongue alone.
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He knows that Caleb takes pleasure in giving his willing, effortless submission; even if Yussa wants to submit, rarely finds himself in the right frame of mind to simply do it. He cannot recall the last time he even asked for such a thing, he has little practice. But he does find relief and pleasure in ceding control to someone he trusts, even if it takes... encouragement. Enforcement. Caleb is very capable of giving him what he needs and wants - they would not have lasted so long otherwise - but this feels more explicit in the boundaries of the game. Quieting Yussa's mind takes a different kind of effort.
Caleb moans against him and the feeling of his voice earns an echo of that sound from Yussa. He braces himself against his forearms for a bit more leverage though his body remains flat to the bed. His thighs flex as he grinds against Caleb's hand and soon enough he's panting. Tension builds low in his body and he can feel the rising crest of his pleasure. If Caleb doesn't stop him, he'll come like this.
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Caleb grinds his own arousal against the sheets almost idly, feeling the warm weight of it in his gut without urgency. He can have what he wants whenever he pleases. What turns him on far more, what awakens his body from arousal to desire, is feeling the rhythmic flex of Yussa's thighs, and how little time it takes for him to start panting.
"Go ahead and come, schatz." His voice rasps as he frees his mouth for just long enough to encourage, in case his implicit permission wasn't clear.
But Yussa is fucking back against his tongue nearly as much as into his hand, so he licks into him again quickly enough. His hole and his folds and the crease of his thighs and the bed and Caleb's face are all a dripping mess of spit and oil. Luxuriously soft and hot and slick around his tongue, Caleb feels the potent tug of want as he anticipates sinking his cock back into his courtesan lover's perfect ass, where it belongs.
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His voice rises into another moan as Caleb's tongue returns to him. He bows his head and mindlessly fucks Caleb's fingers, moving a bit harder, faster, until he feels the tension in him break.
A heavier moan escapes him and his thighs and core tremble with tension as his orgasm hits with that familiar, perfect burst of pleasure through him. His cunt bears down around nothing and he aches to feel something inside him, but at the moment his only focus is this, the satisfaction to be found right where he is. Dizzily, he thinks this will only add to the mess between his thighs, only making him more wet, more slick.
Slowly, he winds himself back down from that delicious rush, his hips finally going still again as he lays there. He tries to catch his breath as his body relaxes again.
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"Gods, you are perfect," he murmurs, stroking the back of a splayed thigh as he admires the tattoo there from this angle before he gets his knees under him.
His wet mouth begins to trail up his lover's back along his spine as his hands walk up the bed on either side of him, bringing Caleb further over the smaller man's body with each progressive kiss. His erection rests heavy and hot against his ass, and a rock of Caleb's hips slots the length of himself between his cheeks, dragging through the slick mess over his hole--and perhaps, without perfect finesse, brushing his folds once or twice. For the moment, Caleb teases himself with this friction without pressing inside.
"I have not forgotten," he says, a touch more breathlessly, "that you complained of being empty, Herr Yussa. Should I fix that for you?"
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Yussa shivers when Caleb pulls away only to start kissing up his back. He doesn't move, instead enjoying the feeling of Caleb's larger body over his. He can feel the firm heat of Caleb's cock slide between his cheeks and he can't help the sound that escapes him when it brushes against his cunt.
"Please," he answers, the edge of need in his voice no longer under his control. He tries to tip his hips but it isn't quite as easy now that Caleb is leaning over him and pressed against him. Yussa bites his lip and attempts to get his knees under him just a bit, but there's really nothing for it unless Caleb lets him.
"I'm aching for you." Perhaps a few hours ago that might ahve been a coy exaggeration, but now it's a declaration of truth.
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Yussa is just so easy to desire, and desire fervently, as though he was plucked from fantasies within Caleb's own head. His head spins and his breath stutters at the raw honesty of his pleading, the way he tries to angle his body beneath him to offer himself. Caleb is going to hear I'm aching for you in his dreams.
"I will not leave you empty again," he promises, pressing a kiss to the back of his elven lover's shoulder before he leans over him completely, and can no longer reach. His hips lift for long enough for Yussa to tip his the way he likes, perhaps even with his knees against the bed, though Caleb keeps him pinned down on his front.
He knows very well what Yussa must be aching for most, but he's resolved to wait for him to ask for it directly before enjoying him in that way again. And it is certainly no consolation to him in the least to guide his cock back to the perfectly pliant hole he's been fucking with his tongue, balanced briefly on one hand while the other thumbs the head of his cock into place, sinking in like a hot knife through butter. With a choked groan, his hips roll down and slap firmly against Yussa's upturned ass, burying his cock inside, and his hand goes back to the bed. He really needs both for support in this position, or it gets precarious.
Open and well-fucked already, there is no need for a slow ramping-up. Caleb rocks back and in again with another firm thrust, and another, wiry muscle straining throughout the lean body arced over Yussa with each decisive motion.
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His patron's lean body belies the strength in it, especially when put to a task this enjoyable. Every thrust forces a breathless sound out of him and Yussa barely has himself braced on his forearms. He risks keeping his weight on just one, the other hand reaching back to touch Caleb's thigh, as if he can pull the other man closer - as if they could possibly be closer than they are.
The ease with which his patron takes him now is obscene, speaking to how thoroughly he's been used tonight. Every smooth thrust is a reminder that his patron took his time working him open and has kept him that way just to use him again at his leisure. Gods, that thought alone makes his body got tight for a moment, the tension an echo of the desire he still feels. Caleb is eager in the way he chases his own pleasure and at the moment all Yussa can do is ride it out, to take what he's given (though even now that is not really a hardship) as he tries not to completely slump to the bed. He has more stamina than that, surely.
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Though his arms already burn with the effort of supporting his lanky body, Caleb lowers himself just a fraction more, dropping his head between his shoulders to look down at his lover's face. Yussa is beautiful and irresistible, mouth hanging open and brown skin deeply flushed. His lips brush his forehead even as Caleb pants hotly himself, exertion and arousal shortening his breath. Caleb's hair trails unbound over one shoulder, long enough to pool on the bed and bright fiery copper in the warm cast of Yussa's magelights.
It really is obscenely, ridiculously thrilling how open Yussa's body has become for him. Nearly the entire length of his shaft leaves him and slots just as effortlessly back in with each sharp snap of his hips. He buries himself again and again without resistance in the perfect snug heat of his passage, his hole stretched and softened for the girth of his cock by spit and oil and thorough use.
"Your ass is incredible, schatz," he growls--not because he means to growl, but because his voice is gravelly and ragged and he has little control over how he sounds. "Just a little effort and you became so--easy for me."
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At the time a bath seemed perfectly reasonable, but Yussa thinks he's more a mess now than he was before.
Hearing Caleb comment on how easy he is sends a pulse of desire through him. Yussa moans when his lover grinds against him, then gives him another hard thrust. He doesn't think he's ever been this yielding, even when Caleb has taken his time to open him up. As the rest of him flattens to the bed, his hand stays against Caleb's thigh, clinging to him as best he can. They're touching nearly everywhere, but he still wants this point of contact.
"You feel so good," he pants. His next words come out with in a whimper. "Gods, I want to feel you in my cunt."
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A growing awareness of the flare of pleasure in his body, bright and hot and fast-burning, leads him to conclude that he isn't going to last long this time. Not with Yussa under him like this, hot and hazy and moaning for him as he takes what he's given, so eager to be used. This is good, probably. His muscles complain more every time his hips roll, an ache building in his abs and thighs and arms alongside the burn of need in his gut.
But gods, it's so good when he gathers every shred of focus he has and makes himself speak. The first breathless declaration alone would be enough to make Caleb dizzy and wild, but then he whimpers more, and it is just what Caleb has been waiting to hear. He groans, burying his nose in his soft, clean-smelling hair even as he tastes sweat where his lips press to his temple.
His thrusts are growing less controlled, less regular. Both of them are panting audibly, in concert with the slap of his hips against Yussa's upturned ass and the thrillingly lewd wet sound of fucking a well-slicked, well-used hole.
"Do you?" he prompts, low and dragging across the sandpaper feeling in his throat. "It seems like your ass is begging to be filled."
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"Y-you can," he pants, voice tight even if it's Caleb who's working himself toward an orgasm. "You can fill me." He knows he sounds slightly delirious but he thinks he's earned that. Yussa realizes he is possibly negotiating for something he's been wanting since the bath. Since before that, even. "Whatever you want, please--"
He shivers beneath Caleb and tries to arch his back more as if that might get his patron deeper inside him. Yussa feels his body tighten around Caleb's cock and he bites his lip as the other man seeks his own pleasure with such abandon.
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"I know," Caleb says, breathlessly amused. His mouth brushes warm against the pointed tip of his lover's ear, then the prickle of stubble as he nuzzles closer. "I can do anything I want with you. You are--" A thrust, deep. A grind, deeper. "--mine."
Yussa's back arches, or perhaps the lovely curve of his ass was already angled perfectly, but this attempted offering of himself is so wanton and inviting that Caleb can only reward him with more--shorter, harder thrusts, into the soft, welcoming heat of his body, hips stuttering as he loses self-control to pleasure. He's getting so close he can feel the vertigo, tension in his muscles building the tension deeper within.
"What do you want?" he rasps tightly, shutting his eyes as his vision starts to blur around the edges.
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"I need you in my cunt," he whispers, voice strained as Caleb gets more desperate in the way he moves. His body tightens round his lover's cock and the fullness he feels only amplifies how empty he is elsewhere. Yussa grinds weakly against the bed, not quite able to find the same satisfaction there as he did when Caleb's hand was tucked beneath him. He probably could if he tried harder, but he is more interested in feeling Caleb come.
His hand drops away from Caleb's thigh to brace more against the bed, keeping him steady as Caleb fucks him like he means to put him through the very fine mattress beneath them.
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"A little more, schatz," he manages to gasp. "Just a little more patience."
Caleb was already close. Yussa squeezes around him and Caleb moans helplessly, fucking him with needful abandon, thrusts that roll both their hips down into the bed, that finally press Caleb's body over Yussa's back, caging him beneath as his shaking arms force him to lower himself to his forearms. He only snaps his hips down a handful of times in a tight, dragging grind before he comes with a cry, tense and twitching. He feels dizzy at the height of it as he fills his lover's ass, only just managing not to collapse on top of him completely.
Gods, that aphrodisiac is no joke. Two intense orgasms in less than half an hour is significantly different (and significantly better) than how he'd expected to pace himself tonight.
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All he can do is lay there, panting hard simply from the exertion of fucking at that pace. Yussa lets himself lay flat against the bed, which is far easier than trying to press up against Caleb's weight. He doesn't mind, especially when Caleb seems to be making an effort not to drop his weight entirely on top of him.
His hand moves to brush against one of Caleb's, offering a caress as the other man tries to hold himself up.
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With a contented sigh and a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb's hand turns over to catch Yussa's fingers with his own and thread them together. He enjoys this for as long as his arms permit--which is not terribly long.
The effort it takes just to pull out and roll off his lover, sprawling on his back next to him, feels astronomical. Strands of long red hair stick to his skin with sweat, and his muscles ache--but now he is no longer using them, that ache is becoming almost enjoyable.
"Give me just--" he half gasps, half laughs, intensity faded to giddiness. "Just a moment, schatz, to catch my breath." There is one thing he wants to make sure he does soon--the plug is still there by his knee. But for now, he turns his head to smile at his lover, close enough that he can duck down with minimal effort and kiss his shoulder. "You are really something incredible, you know," he murmurs, part compliment and part dizzied musing. "I do not think I have ever experienced desire quite like this."
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That tender quiet only lasts so long. Soon, too soon, Caleb pulls out of him and rolls away. Yussa's breath hiccups as the other man moves, but he doesn't attempt to do the same. He stays as he is, only shifting to fold his arm beneath his head.
"You'll get no complaint from me," he answers with a wry smile, his own voice still breathy as he works on recovering. Seeing Caleb this light, this giddy, is a treat in its own right. That is the face of a man who is thoroughly enjoying himself and it warms something in Yussa to know that is his doing.
His smile softens when warm lips brush against his shoulder.
"I should hope so, for the rates I charge." It's half-teasing, half preening. Yussa knows his worth. He does not compromise in that. "I am glad I am worth what you've sacrificed to have me."
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With effort, he turns onto his side. The back of his knuckles trace lightly, reverently, from Yussa's shoulder down his folded arm. A thumb brushes over his cheek, and last against the faint lines at the outer corners of his eyes that Caleb so adores.
"Sacrifices I would gladly make again, as rightful compensation for a night like no other," he murmurs. "It would be an insult to pay any less for the pleasure of your..." Caleb's gaze slides very obviously down Yussa's body to his ass, lingering there for a long moment before snapping back up. As their eyes meet again, his smile curls suggestively wider. "...company."
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"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you've enjoyed our conversations about literature and the finer points of arcane study..." His own smirk is more subdued but the teasing light in his golden eyes isn't. "You are a much more satisfying conversationalist than others, not at all hesitant to reach deep."
Yussa knows, even if he'd just observed the last few hours, how much Caleb strives to be better. He's a wizard, after all. If he were satisfied with being mundane he would never have picked up arcane study, and so the hint that he's surpassed other clients will surely please him.
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"That you have found the deftness of my tongue exceptionally impressive is very flattering." Caleb's eyes are bright, and the way he smiles is a step beyond coy. Flirtatious, even though flirting is hardly necessary at this stage--was never necessary, really, with a lover he's paid for. He is enjoying it nonetheless. He loves seeing Yussa's eyes light up this way, loves that he can make him laugh and blush at once by behaving a bit shamelessly. "I hope to be much more satisfying in all the ways you find most enjoyable."
Having recovered at least enough for this, Caleb pushes himself up on one arm, gaining enough height to see what he's doing as he slides his hand down the small of Yussa's back and over his ass. Two fingers stroke teasingly light over his hole, and he feels his cock--not quite soft, still--give an interested throb as he feels an undeniably possessive thrill at the sight of his come leaking steadily from his lover's thoroughly used opening.
But he doesn't linger there yet. He reaches further, where he can feel glass against his own skin, and finds where the plug rolled off to. This he brings back with more purpose, holding it steady and nudging the blunt tip against Yussa's ass, so ready to open up for him again with only a little pressure.
"I thought I might look for something bigger," he murmurs, "but this will do for now, if you are feeling empty still?"
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