Yussa gives an understanding nod and offers no further comment, though now he is more keenly paying attention. He watches Caleb remove his layers, catching flashes of skin as he drags off the chainmail, which pulls up the fabric beneath before Caleb can drag it back into place.
He admires the lines of Caleb's body as he fixes his hair. It's hardly the first time he's enjoyed looking at his companion, though it does feel somewhat inappropriate at the moment. Yussa blames the indulgent nature of this place, the difficulty in resisting impulses. He will have to pay better mind.
Still, it is difficult to ignore the warmth that trickles through him when he catches again the way that Caleb is looking at him. Yussa rises slowly and brushes his own hair back from his face. Caleb looks feverish, more than he would anticipate even in a warmer environment. Yussa closes the distance between them to get a better look.
Oh, gods. Yussa is coming closer, and the fuzziness in his brain gets worse. What are they doing that is so important they can't afford a brief detour? Why shouldn't he pull him into his arms here and now? The night is perfect, and Caleb wants him. It's been too long.
Caleb breathes in deeply (which doesn't make anything better; the floral, earthy scent is strong and appealing, and he can smell Yussa's soap and cologne too as he draws near, which is even better) and scrubs a hand vigorously across his face like he's trying to physically shake these thoughts loose.
"Ja," he answers automatically, but amends a moment later to, "well, not entirely, but not so much that I cannot keep going."
Toward their goal. Which is to explore the Feywild, not waste valuable time fucking. But Yussa is right in front of him now, and almost before he realizes he's doing it Caleb reaches down and takes his hand, which he brings up to his mouth. His lips skate over the fine bones of the older wizard's knuckles, and then he kisses each fingertip. His tongue brushes one, and tasting the salt of Yussa's skin makes his breath hitch audibly, nearly makes him moan. His head spins. His eyes flutter closed. He thinks of pulling Yussa's fingers into his mouth and sucking on them one by one.
The quality of Caleb's voice has changed. Possibly something easily ignored or set aside outside this place, but Yussa finds it difficult to do so now. And now that they are close again, he's more aware of the scent of Caleb's soap and his clothes, his sweat. He takes a steadying breath and reminds himself, again, of the nature of this place.
His mind nearly goes entirely blank when Caleb's lips brush over his knuckles and fingertips. The first little sweep of his tongue sparks smoldering arousal and Yussa can feel heat rising in his face.
Caleb has to be under some influence. A lack of impulse control is one thing, but--had he touched something that Yussa failed to notice? He should have been paying closer attention.
His fingers curl loosely against Caleb's.
"Are you certain?" he asks, cautious about the door he is leaving open. "It would be fine to rest here, I think."
Give Caleb time to collect himself, time for them both to recover some energy for spells should they need them.
Of course Yussa would understand. The offer to rest solidifies something in Caleb's mind. Yussa doesn't mind stopping. Their work--and what exactly that is beyond a general sense of exploration and discovery grows ever hazier--can wait. It must wait, even, because he will be entirely useless like this.
"Okay," Caleb acquiesces too easily in a mumble against Yussa's fingers. He breathes, slow and full, filling his lungs. He noses into Yussa's palm, and his mouth slides down to a delicate wrist, kissing the pulse beneath the thin skin there, then tasting it with a swipe of his tongue. "I only need a little while."
His hands fit so nicely around Yussa's tiny waist, and it is so satisfying to cover the elf's smaller body with his own. Caleb isn't so much considering his actions as letting them happen as the ideas occur, fueled by the heated arousal that has only become more insistent and a growing lack of inhibition. Why shouldn't he press Yussa back against the mossy rock and kiss him, hungry and desperate? They're lovers, and Caleb is aching for him. It's been too long since he's plunged his tongue between his lips and explored the soft warmth of his mouth, since he's fit a thigh between Yussa's slender ones and pressed it tight to his crotch so he can feel the heat between the other man's legs.
Caleb is less aware of how quickly he's growing hard than the heady rush of blood through his body, the near-euphoria of feeling Yussa against him, the indulgence of touching and tasting him in way that feels like...like more. It almost startles him when his erection touches Yussa's hip, but only long enough for him to realize how good it feels, moaning helplessly, and press more deliberately against him, grinding between the softness of his stomach and the inside of his hip.
He really should have considered his wording more carefully, or he should have made his meaning more clear. As Caleb's mouth moves over his wrist, Yussa realizes he might have lost the chance to control this. That is wholly confirmed when his back hits the rock near them and Caleb kisses him like a man starving. He can't help a moan and his voice rises sharply, muffled by his lover's mouth, as a thigh pushes between his own.
Ignoring his own simmering arousal now seems... pointless. Yussa arches away from the rock so that he can grind against Caleb's thigh, startled by the need growing in him. There are relatively few layers between them, far less than usual.
He gasps as the kiss breaks and he can feel Caleb's cock hard against his hip. He grips the younger man's shirt as Caleb meets the next grind, bringing their bodies together harder. Yussa rests his weight against the rock, struggling to remember why he'd wanted to put a stop to this. None of the reasons seem at all important.
Yussa's pulse picks up and he drags in a deeper breath. He doesn't want this to stop.
It isn't going to if Caleb can help it. Yussa's muffled moans and the way he arches eagerly into him, clutches at his shirt to encourage a harder grind, confirms everything Caleb needs. Yussa wants this too, so what else matters?
Caleb's hands slide down from the other man's waist to take a firm grip on his ass, dragging him tighter against his rocking hips. He's panting already, and his wet mouth leaves Yussa's to trail along his jaw, all the way up to the tip of a pointed ear, which he flicks with his tongue.
There isn't much between them, but it is still too much. Anything keeping him from the growing heat that he can feel rubbing against his thigh is too much. Yussa is wearing his harness still, and though it looks devastatingly good on him, his spellbook and research journal are cumbersome, heavy, keeping Caleb from melting into him the way he wants to. His cock throbs, straining against his own trousers.
"Take off your books," he murmurs, lips still against his ear. The quality of his voice has shifted, the register lower. "And more, if you want. Gods, I want to touch you everywhere."
Caleb's mouth is hot against his skin and Yussa closes his eyes as he kisses and licks along his jaw. The brush of lips against his ear and the teasing warmth of Caleb's breath make his hips squirm.
Yussa mutters under his breath in Elvish and trusts Caleb to keep him from falling as both his hands leave the man in front of him in favor of getting the book harness off. He leans away from the boulder to let it slide off his shoulders. Then he leans back so his weight isn't resting so much on Caleb's thigh and he lifts his hips to let the harness just drop to the ground. The books are well-protected, he isn't worried.
It's hard to worry about anything just now with Caleb pushing up against him like this.
Yussa drags the knot of his sash loose to let that fall, too. He isn't feeling the same desperation Caleb seems to be, but it's difficult not to get swept up in the other wizard's momentum.
Hearing Yussa speak in Elvish has become such an indicator of his arousal and desperation that it goes straight to his cock. He watches with bated breath as the elven wizard undoes the necessary buckles, and there is something thrilling about the crude thud of books meeting mossy ground. The carelessness, and the desire to continue without interruption displayed by it, is incredibly hot. As soon as Yussa's sash--a beautiful and probably expensive piece--ends up on the ground as well, Caleb is on him again and kissing him thoroughly. His tongue sweeps across his lips and between them. He clutches, squeezes, brazenly and greedily paws at the flesh of Yussa's ass and thighs. The kissing and grinding continues until it is more maddening than satisfying, and Caleb breaks away with a sound that is part frustration and part raw need.
It isn't difficult to get Yussa the way he wants him again. He doesn't stop to ask, just lets him get his feet firmly on the ground again before he turns him around and presses up behind him instead, grinding his clothed cock against his ass. Caleb's lips, red and swollen from hard kisses, trail distractedly over the back of his neck as his clever hands fall to the waist of Yussa's trousers. He plucks them open deftly, but rather than pulling them down, he pushes a hand inside.
His breathing grows shallow as his fingertips delve between his thighs and find the soft, fine fabric of Yussa's smalls noticeably wet and clinging to his folds. He traces that center line once, self-indulgent, before unceremoniously pushing that fabric aside to get at what he really wants. His middle finger glides with such ease along his slit through the sticky wet warmth dripping from him, and Caleb moans outright.
"Fuck," he sighs, undisguised desire and near awe. He drags his slicked finger all the way up to Yussa's clit, makes it good and slippery, easy to rub circles over. "I can feel you getting hard for me," he murmurs, the same tone, focused on the way Yussa grows stiff and swollen beneath his touch.
Yussa leans into the kiss, lips parting to encourage the bold sweep of his tongue. It's dizzying to be pinned like this, grinding together as Caleb's hands grab at him. It ends suddenly and Yussa's eyes flash open. He catches sight of the other man's face just before he's spun around and pressed up against the stone again. He braces himself this time and he can feel the firm shape of Caleb's cock dragging against him as clever hands fight to get his trousers loose.
He's breathing faster by the time a hand slips between his thighs. Yussa shivers and his fingers curl against the rock as one teases against him, first over the fabric and then bare flesh. Yussa bows his head, gasping as Caleb strokes his clit, using his own wetness to make it easier. He can feel his cunt throb.
Rather than answering, he pushes his hips against Caleb's hand, trying to grind against him. It's almost embarrassing to realize just how much he enjoys the way Caleb talks to him when he's feeling more... uninhibited. And it's getting more difficult to remember what plans they had before this moment. Whatever they were, they really don't matter just now.
Yussa leans hard into the stone, then curses again softly as he tries to shrug out of his longer, open tunic. He tries to do it without elbowing Caleb, and when it's gone he's left in a plain, loose cotton shirt not unlike Caleb's. That done, he plants one hand against the boulder again while the other pushes beneath his trousers like he means to guide Caleb's touch.
Caleb hardly even cares where they are now. The Feywild? Sure. But why bother thinking about anything beyond Yussa's body against his, the way he gasps and grinds into his hand. This is all that matters.
His other hand rumples the hem of Yussa's shirt once he's free of his tunic by pushing up beneath it, a flat open palm sliding up his stomach all the way to the edge of his binding, just indulging in the softness and warmth of his skin. The first is considerably busier, wrist flicking back and forth as he strokes Yussa with precision to aching arousal. He absolutely loves feeling him like this, cradled in the palm of his hand, throbbing and hot against his fingers.
A slender hand slips beneath the fabric alongside his and Caleb feels a fresh rush of excitement. His long fingers dip back further again, parting his folds and playing over his entrance as the heel of his palm puts blunt pressure on his clit.
"Good, show me what you want, schatz," he encourages breathlessly, ready and willing to move as directed. He flutters more heated kisses over the back of Yussa's neck, and his hips move with an almost distracted rhythm, finding the best angle to give him something to firmly rut against.
Yussa trembles in Caleb's arms as the other man's hand moves, fingers stroking against his slick cunt as his palm offers pressure against his clit. His hand slides over the back of Caleb's and he puts pressure over the fingers teasing his entrance, trying to push two of them into his aching cunt. He's soaked already, arousal rushed on by the nature of feeling anything in the Feywild and Caleb's own rough care.
He presses against Caleb's hand as much as he can to keep it where it is as his hips move, seeking his fingers and the friction against his palm. Yussa groans and tries to adjust the angle of his hips to get what he wants.
He bows his head, resting his damp brow against his forearm. It's been a while since he felt Caleb pressed against his back like this and it reminds him how much taller the other man is, how broad he is by comparison.
"Don't stop," he breathes, voice more ragged than he thought it would be. He doesn't think Caleb really needs the encouragement, but there's no harm in giving it when this started so suddenly.
Pressed flush to his back, Caleb can feel every tremor in Yussa's body. He noses into his hair, breathing him in, and happily lets two fingers press up inside him when guided to. He groans right along with Yussa as he pushes them in slowly, rubbing along soft, slick walls and feeling the gradual stretch as Yussa's smaller body lets him in. He curses softly in Zemnian, rocking his hand in shallow thrusts to put pressure on his clit as he finally buries his fingers to the last knuckle.
"Gods, you are always so tight, but you stretch so well for me," he praises, cupping his palm and curling his fingers to give Yussa a good angle to rub into. He loves his restless energy, how he moves his hips to get the friction he needs. Caleb fucks him firmly with his fingers, can hear the slick, messy sound of it, and keeps the heel of his hand firm.
Of course he isn't going to stop. He could do this for hours--or until his hand tires, at the very least. There is nothing like having Yussa writhing shamelessly against him. In fact, as Caleb pulls his fingers halfway out, dripping wetness that trickles into his palm, he tucks a third in alongside the other two and pushes deep.
"That's it," he says, so softly. "Look at you, I can't believe you didn't ask for this. If you need my fingers in your cunt so badly, you can tell me, liebling."
The penetration is almost a relief and slick walls tighten briefly around Caleb's fingers as they slide as deep as they can get like this. Yussa arches his back and works between Caleb's fingers and the heel of his hand, and even the hard press of his cock against the curve of his ass. The fact that Caleb is seeking pleasure against him while fucking him with just his fingers is dizzying.
His hand tightens on the back of Caleb's when he feels him starting to pull his fingers out and Yussa doesn't relax until he's certain they aren't coming out all the way. A third sinks into him as Caleb pushes deep again, working him open and coaxing his very eager cunt to stretch for him. A ragged moan escapes him and his hips jerk, thrusting hard against his lover's hand.
"I didn't--ah--" Yussa gasps in a breath as he tightens again around Caleb's fingers. "Realize."
That's near enough. He'd been aware of Caleb looking at him and mildly aroused by that knowledge, but nothing tha the would normally indulge when there were other things that should take precedent. It seems ridiculous to think that now as full extent of his need is made obvious.
Yussa moans again and his hand leaves Caleb's so that he can press it against the stone, trying to brace himself as tension rolls through him. He'll come like this if Caleb doesn't stop. He decides then to cede to whatever it is his lover wants to do: he keeps moving, chasing his pleasure with rising urgency. The obscene sound of it is as exciting as the fullness he feels like this, as excited as the wickedness Caleb purrs against his ear.
Feeling the way Yussa tightens around him, Caleb murmurs his approval in Zemnian and kisses beneath a pointed ear. The other man's gasped explanation makes him smile, and he curls his fingers inside him again, rubbing the calloused pads of his fingers firmly against his walls where he knows Yussa is especially sensitive.
His lover rides his hand so well without any encouragement, taking his pleasure as Caleb meets him halfway, his pace ramping up as Yussa's urgency does. He feels his cock throb when he says his name like this, but he is so focused on Yussa's pleasure that he can easily relegate that to be taken care of later, even as he contents himself with grinding against his ass.
Caleb has made Yussa come more than enough times to know when he is getting close. The wet sound of his fingers filling his cunt gets louder as he drives them in harder, faster, grinds his palm tight against his clit.
"Don't stop," he says breathlessly, a deliberate repetition. "I want to hear my name again when you come all over my fingers, mein schatz."
Yussa is gorgeous beyond words, bracing himself against the stone, back arched prettily to tip his hips back toward him, dark skin flushed, shaking and moaning when the pleasure becomes overwhelming. He can feel the tension rising fast in his body, and savors every tight pulse around his fingers.
Yussa sinks into the feeling that is quickly overwhelming him. He can hear the obscene sound of Caleb's fingers filling him again and again, relentless and precise. Caleb knows him well and he forgets nothing; it's no surprise that he knows exactly how to push Yussa over the edge.
Panting, he rides his lover's fingers, meeting every hard thrust until he feels his thighs tremble. Yussa loses all sense of rhythm as his orgasm hits him and his voice rises in a sharper moan. He desperately tries to meet every hard thrust even as his cunt tightens around Caleb's fingers, making the slick friction more intense. All of it is more intense, every pulse of his own body and the sensation of cloth rubbing against sensitive skin and the heat of Caleb pressed up against him.
"Caleb." He moans his lover's name, almost cries out as he arches into the other man's touch. Yussa can feel the rush of wetness accompanying his release and he has to lean harder into the rock when he feels his knees threaten to give.
His hips jerk back - he has nowhere to go except the cradle of Caleb's hips - when the sensation threatens to become too much. One hand flies down again to try to cover Caleb's, to slow him if not stop him. He can feel the fluttering waves of tension still around Caleb's fingers, like he might try to milk him.
Yussa whimpers and sags between Caleb and the boulder, breathing hard as little aftershocks make him twitch in Caleb's arms.
While Caleb had expected something intense given how worked up Yussa had become, he isn't quite prepared for how completely his lover falls apart against him. He bucks, trembles, rides his fingers with desperation even as he comes, pushing his body to accept as much pleasure as it can stand. Caleb's hand is soaked, Yussa grinds back against his cock, and the way he moans his name nearly makes Caleb come too.
He seems like he might collapse outright, so overwhelmed his legs are unsteady. Caleb secures his free arm around his chest, holding him against his own body just in case. His hand slows right away when Yussa's covers it with clear intent. He takes pressure off his clit entirely, and tenderly pumps his fingers in and out of his fluttering cunt just twice more before withdrawing them entirely with an obscenely wet noise.
Maybe it's slightly cruel to pull them out so soon, when Yussa is still quivering, his cunt still milking his fingers in tight little pulses that Caleb loves to feel, but he has to leave him wanting just a little. He will, with any luck, give him something else to milk while his body is still rocked with these aftershocks so powerful they make his hips jump. The intensity of Caleb's own arousal isn't something that he can go without tending to for much longer, and he doesn't intend to.
"That was perfect," he murmurs, kissing again down the side of Yussa's neck, breath heavy and warm. "You are perfect."
Feeling Caleb's arm circle him is a relief, a promise that he at least won't collapse entirely. Yussa makes a quiet, protesting sound as Caleb pulls his fingers free entirely though, leaving him feel empty after such intensity. He bows his head, trying to focus instead on the warmth of Caleb's mouth on his neck. He reaches up weakly to stroke his bearded cheek.
"Do you intend to keep me here?" he manages, dazed yet but articulate. He wants to guide Caleb's fingers back into him but he is also very, very aware of the hard cock still pressed up against him. Finding a bit more strength, Yussa braces himself against the boulder and uses his other hand to try pulling his cotton shirt off. It occurs to him, vaguely, that perhaps he shouldn't strip completely in a place they have not fully explored, but he isn't.
Yet.
Yussa manages to at least get the shirt over his head, though for the time being seems content to leave it bunched around his arms. He peers over his shoulder at the man behind him, golden eyes darker, pupils wider.
Caleb nuzzles with a quiet hum into the touch to his cheek, and a smile breaks out despite how persistent his own need is becoming without Yussa's to distract him. "I intend to if you can stand on your own for long enough," he teases.
Thankfully that seems probable, as Yussa manages to steady himself and get his shirt at least halfway off. Caleb doesn't let the arm around him drop until he's certain Yussa's legs aren't going to give out the moment he does, though. The new expanse of skin Yussa exposes to him, his back and shoulders, is mesmerizing--nearly as much as his eyes. That single glance over his shoulder is scorching, dark but still molten. His breath catches.
Fuck. He really can't wait any longer. And why should he?
He pulls his hips back just enough to make quick work of his belt one-handed. Both are needed to open his trousers, then to push them and his smalls down far enough to free his cock. He's achingly hard, and he gives himself a cursory stroke with the hand still dripping with Yussa's come. Caleb crowds up close again when he begins pushing Yussa's trousers down too, far enough down his thighs not to get in the way, followed by his smalls.
"Sorry," he murmurs against his shoulder, aware at least that he has something to apologize for in pushing this along so quickly that neither of them have gotten undressed. Still, that awareness doesn't stop him from taking hold of Yussa's hip with one hand and guiding the head of his cock to his entrance with the other. "Just let me--I need to be inside you," he explains, and a moment later he is.
Normally Caleb might take it slow with the knowledge that Yussa has just come and is still very sensitive, and that his cock is more of a stretch for him than his fingers. But that kind of impulse control is entirely absent at the moment. As soon as he feels the perfect wet heat of Yussa's cunt around the head of his cock, he gives a ragged gasp and enters him with a single insistent thrust, dragging his elven lover's slender hips up to meet him and filling his tight passage.
Yussa takes the chance to catch his breath, capable of supporting himself at least once Caleb lets him go. He's aware of what the other man is doing behind him but he offers no help, thinking his hands might be too slow at this point and would only get in the way. Clearly Caleb doesn't need the assistance, anyway.
Soon enough his own pants have been dragged down, along with his smalls, so that he's at least bare enough for Caleb to get at what he wants. There's a few seconds in which Yussa has no idea what Caleb is actually apologizing for, followed quickly by an utter lack of care as his attention shifts immediately to the hard cock, pressing against his cunt.
He's accustomed to a little more care from Caleb, more patience, and so the soft, startled sound that is forced from him as the other man drags his hips back, burying himself in a single thrust, is genuine. Yussa's mouth falls open as his body yields to Caleb's cock, heavy and hot inside him. He tightens around the length of him, and even if being so full feels sudden, his body welcomes it. Even with the thorough (if fast) preparation, he still feels a dull, satisfying stretch.
It's so easy to get swept up in Caleb's need, feeding into his own sharp and unexpected desire. Unthinking, Yussa pushes his hips back to make sure Caleb is as deep as he can be, and even that minute friction earns another little moan. Yussa can't actually decide if his first orgasm is a blessing or burden now: he's slick and more relaxed than he might have been, but everything feels more sensitive and his nerves have not entirely recovered. He can feel himself throb around Caleb again, his body's need clear.
It isn't that Caleb feels mindless, exactly. He's present, he's thinking, but all of that is currently secondary to what he is feeling. Lightheaded and breath ragged, he buries his face between Yussa's neck and shoulder, inhales the spicy and orange blossom scent of him mixed with sweat and sex. The pleasure of being inside him, surrounded by him, is consuming in a way he hasn't experienced before. He moans when Yussa presses back against him, because even that tiny movement feels addictively good.
The soft walls of his cunt cling to his cock, and Caleb feels dizzy with every throb around him. Yussa's body is warm and welcoming, so wet that even tight as he is Caleb has no trouble withdrawing halfway, slow and sweet, only to push back in with a snap of his hips. The sound he makes is low and desperate, because gods, he needs more of this. Yussa is too good to resist.
He doesn't waste time. Without much thought he brings Yussa's hips up into a deeper tilt and begins fucking him open, steady and assertive. The angle as he fucks down into the cradle of Yussa's hips feels perfect, rubbing his cock along his front wall and deep into his passage as he buries himself to the root with each thrust. Caleb curls over him, covering his hips with his hands and kissing his back, his neck, his ears.
"You take me so deep, schatz," he mumbles distractedly. "Keep your hips up like this." He squeezes, thumbs fitted into the dip of his waist, as his cock pushes all the way in again, hot and full. "Does that feel good?"
He doesn't resist as Caleb tips his hips, adjusting his angle to thrust deep into him. Yussa's moan is ragged, the position is good and the drag of Caleb's cock through him is leaving him lightheaded. The heaviness in the air enhances everything, every scent and every sound and every feeling until it threatens to overwhelm even him.
Caleb leans over him, mouth hot against his skin and breathless words filling his ears. Caleb's hands feel large on him and he arches his back with his lover's distracted encouragement. He ends up with his chest pressed against the stone, deliciously cool beneath his overheated skin.
"Yes," he gasps. "Yes, always."
How could he say anything else when Caleb is so very good with him? His attentive nature, his dedication, his desire to excel make him an engaging colleague and an exciting lover.
His cunt aches deliciously and he can feel that building tension again. A sudden, impulsive desire flies through his mind and it is by the grace of his fey ancestry, maybe, that it doesn't immediately leave his mouth in an urgent demand. He has enough presence of mind to be surprised by it. He tightens and one hand drops from the boulder to cover Caleb's where it grips his hips.
The pleasure Caleb feels at Yussa's answer isn't only physical. Yes, always makes warmth expand in his chest. Knowing how satisfied he makes his lover brings him pride, especially since Yussa is someone he cares for deeply. He hopes they can continue to do this for a long time yet. He hopes that Yussa won't want anyone else, that he's enough. He can give him everything he needs, he's certain.
He nuzzles beneath his jaw, kisses his neck, grips the pretty curve of his thin hips and drives into him, moaning with every other panting breath. Yussa's hand soon comes to clutch his with breathless encouragement.
"Scheisse," he groans, feels his cock throb as Yussa's cunt tightens around him. "Yussa, Yussa." Caleb wants to touch him more, but he needs both hands on his hips to give him the force and depth he wants, and he's already starting to feel the strain in his own thighs and back. He feels close to coming already, but strangely, doesn't know if he feels much closer to relief. The need still burns bright and hot in him, even as he feels a telltale tension beginning to settle near the base of his cock.
Yussa is quite sure he's going to have bruises in the shape of Caleb's fingers before this is over, and he finds he doesn't mind the idea. While Caleb might not be able to touch him exactly the way he wants to, it's almost unnecessary: the angle of ever thrust is perfect and he can still feel that winding tension snap. He covers his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly as another orgasm bursts through him. It's not quite as intense as the first but it is no less delicious.
"Yes--"
The archmage tries not to collapse against the rock: he doesn't want to compromise this position or Caleb's momentum. He swears he can feel the air shiver around them, the Feywild - or this approximation of it - echoing the intensity between them. A softer whimper escapes him as Caleb grinds against that sweet spot inside him and his entire body shudders as the tension in him completely breaks.
Feeling Yussa come on his fingers had nearly undone him. Feeling him come on his cock, driven to the peak of pleasure from that alone, he is powerless to do anything but follow.
Caleb doesn't fall still, fucking his lover through his orgasm, burying his cock deep in his throbbing cunt again and again to prolong his pleasure. But his own peaks while Yussa is still shuddering against him, the tremors of his slender body and the tight clench of his cunt utterly irresistible. Caleb gasps as the first wave rolls through him, startled by the sheer intensity. His hips continue rolling in shallower thrusts as his cock pulses in Yussa's cunt. The grip of Caleb's hands on his hips as he spills becomes bruising tight if it hadn't been already, and he loses himself in the feeling completely, moaning low against the warm brown of the other man's neck.
He feels bright, alive, connected to the energy around them and to Yussa in a way that he has never experienced before. It's powerful, and after he has spent himself his body trembles too with the echoes of that all-consuming pleasure. He breathes hard, clutching Yussa tight against him with a soft whine, because being close to him is the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that matters. A few breathless words of bewilderment, praise, and adoration are muttered in Zemnian, half lost as he speaks them into the elegant slope of Yussa's thin shoulder.
Yussa closes his eyes when he feels Caleb spill inside him. He's pliant in the other man's grip, a perfect and willing vessel for his pleasure as he rides it out. He catches the broken, breathless praise, knowing only a smattering of what Caleb is actually saying and knowing that almost purely through exposure. His knowledge of Zemnian at this point is likely filthy.
He doesn't know how long they're like that. All he knows is that as he's able to focus again, he needs to be off his feet.
"Caleb," he murmurs, reaching back to stroke his hand into the other man's damp hair. "Please, the ground."
Yussa would rather not just fall from Caleb's grip, but he's willing to if the other wizard cannot quite grasp the request. The slick, soft heat of him aches pleasantly and throbs around the cock still buried in him.
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He admires the lines of Caleb's body as he fixes his hair. It's hardly the first time he's enjoyed looking at his companion, though it does feel somewhat inappropriate at the moment. Yussa blames the indulgent nature of this place, the difficulty in resisting impulses. He will have to pay better mind.
Still, it is difficult to ignore the warmth that trickles through him when he catches again the way that Caleb is looking at him. Yussa rises slowly and brushes his own hair back from his face. Caleb looks feverish, more than he would anticipate even in a warmer environment. Yussa closes the distance between them to get a better look.
"Are you feeling all right?"
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Caleb breathes in deeply (which doesn't make anything better; the floral, earthy scent is strong and appealing, and he can smell Yussa's soap and cologne too as he draws near, which is even better) and scrubs a hand vigorously across his face like he's trying to physically shake these thoughts loose.
"Ja," he answers automatically, but amends a moment later to, "well, not entirely, but not so much that I cannot keep going."
Toward their goal. Which is to explore the Feywild, not waste valuable time fucking. But Yussa is right in front of him now, and almost before he realizes he's doing it Caleb reaches down and takes his hand, which he brings up to his mouth. His lips skate over the fine bones of the older wizard's knuckles, and then he kisses each fingertip. His tongue brushes one, and tasting the salt of Yussa's skin makes his breath hitch audibly, nearly makes him moan. His head spins. His eyes flutter closed. He thinks of pulling Yussa's fingers into his mouth and sucking on them one by one.
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His mind nearly goes entirely blank when Caleb's lips brush over his knuckles and fingertips. The first little sweep of his tongue sparks smoldering arousal and Yussa can feel heat rising in his face.
Caleb has to be under some influence. A lack of impulse control is one thing, but--had he touched something that Yussa failed to notice? He should have been paying closer attention.
His fingers curl loosely against Caleb's.
"Are you certain?" he asks, cautious about the door he is leaving open. "It would be fine to rest here, I think."
Give Caleb time to collect himself, time for them both to recover some energy for spells should they need them.
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"Okay," Caleb acquiesces too easily in a mumble against Yussa's fingers. He breathes, slow and full, filling his lungs. He noses into Yussa's palm, and his mouth slides down to a delicate wrist, kissing the pulse beneath the thin skin there, then tasting it with a swipe of his tongue. "I only need a little while."
His hands fit so nicely around Yussa's tiny waist, and it is so satisfying to cover the elf's smaller body with his own. Caleb isn't so much considering his actions as letting them happen as the ideas occur, fueled by the heated arousal that has only become more insistent and a growing lack of inhibition. Why shouldn't he press Yussa back against the mossy rock and kiss him, hungry and desperate? They're lovers, and Caleb is aching for him. It's been too long since he's plunged his tongue between his lips and explored the soft warmth of his mouth, since he's fit a thigh between Yussa's slender ones and pressed it tight to his crotch so he can feel the heat between the other man's legs.
Caleb is less aware of how quickly he's growing hard than the heady rush of blood through his body, the near-euphoria of feeling Yussa against him, the indulgence of touching and tasting him in way that feels like...like more. It almost startles him when his erection touches Yussa's hip, but only long enough for him to realize how good it feels, moaning helplessly, and press more deliberately against him, grinding between the softness of his stomach and the inside of his hip.
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He really should have considered his wording more carefully, or he should have made his meaning more clear. As Caleb's mouth moves over his wrist, Yussa realizes he might have lost the chance to control this. That is wholly confirmed when his back hits the rock near them and Caleb kisses him like a man starving. He can't help a moan and his voice rises sharply, muffled by his lover's mouth, as a thigh pushes between his own.
Ignoring his own simmering arousal now seems... pointless. Yussa arches away from the rock so that he can grind against Caleb's thigh, startled by the need growing in him. There are relatively few layers between them, far less than usual.
He gasps as the kiss breaks and he can feel Caleb's cock hard against his hip. He grips the younger man's shirt as Caleb meets the next grind, bringing their bodies together harder. Yussa rests his weight against the rock, struggling to remember why he'd wanted to put a stop to this. None of the reasons seem at all important.
Yussa's pulse picks up and he drags in a deeper breath. He doesn't want this to stop.
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Caleb's hands slide down from the other man's waist to take a firm grip on his ass, dragging him tighter against his rocking hips. He's panting already, and his wet mouth leaves Yussa's to trail along his jaw, all the way up to the tip of a pointed ear, which he flicks with his tongue.
There isn't much between them, but it is still too much. Anything keeping him from the growing heat that he can feel rubbing against his thigh is too much. Yussa is wearing his harness still, and though it looks devastatingly good on him, his spellbook and research journal are cumbersome, heavy, keeping Caleb from melting into him the way he wants to. His cock throbs, straining against his own trousers.
"Take off your books," he murmurs, lips still against his ear. The quality of his voice has shifted, the register lower. "And more, if you want. Gods, I want to touch you everywhere."
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Yussa mutters under his breath in Elvish and trusts Caleb to keep him from falling as both his hands leave the man in front of him in favor of getting the book harness off. He leans away from the boulder to let it slide off his shoulders. Then he leans back so his weight isn't resting so much on Caleb's thigh and he lifts his hips to let the harness just drop to the ground. The books are well-protected, he isn't worried.
It's hard to worry about anything just now with Caleb pushing up against him like this.
Yussa drags the knot of his sash loose to let that fall, too. He isn't feeling the same desperation Caleb seems to be, but it's difficult not to get swept up in the other wizard's momentum.
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It isn't difficult to get Yussa the way he wants him again. He doesn't stop to ask, just lets him get his feet firmly on the ground again before he turns him around and presses up behind him instead, grinding his clothed cock against his ass. Caleb's lips, red and swollen from hard kisses, trail distractedly over the back of his neck as his clever hands fall to the waist of Yussa's trousers. He plucks them open deftly, but rather than pulling them down, he pushes a hand inside.
His breathing grows shallow as his fingertips delve between his thighs and find the soft, fine fabric of Yussa's smalls noticeably wet and clinging to his folds. He traces that center line once, self-indulgent, before unceremoniously pushing that fabric aside to get at what he really wants. His middle finger glides with such ease along his slit through the sticky wet warmth dripping from him, and Caleb moans outright.
"Fuck," he sighs, undisguised desire and near awe. He drags his slicked finger all the way up to Yussa's clit, makes it good and slippery, easy to rub circles over. "I can feel you getting hard for me," he murmurs, the same tone, focused on the way Yussa grows stiff and swollen beneath his touch.
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He's breathing faster by the time a hand slips between his thighs. Yussa shivers and his fingers curl against the rock as one teases against him, first over the fabric and then bare flesh. Yussa bows his head, gasping as Caleb strokes his clit, using his own wetness to make it easier. He can feel his cunt throb.
Rather than answering, he pushes his hips against Caleb's hand, trying to grind against him. It's almost embarrassing to realize just how much he enjoys the way Caleb talks to him when he's feeling more... uninhibited. And it's getting more difficult to remember what plans they had before this moment. Whatever they were, they really don't matter just now.
Yussa leans hard into the stone, then curses again softly as he tries to shrug out of his longer, open tunic. He tries to do it without elbowing Caleb, and when it's gone he's left in a plain, loose cotton shirt not unlike Caleb's. That done, he plants one hand against the boulder again while the other pushes beneath his trousers like he means to guide Caleb's touch.
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His other hand rumples the hem of Yussa's shirt once he's free of his tunic by pushing up beneath it, a flat open palm sliding up his stomach all the way to the edge of his binding, just indulging in the softness and warmth of his skin. The first is considerably busier, wrist flicking back and forth as he strokes Yussa with precision to aching arousal. He absolutely loves feeling him like this, cradled in the palm of his hand, throbbing and hot against his fingers.
A slender hand slips beneath the fabric alongside his and Caleb feels a fresh rush of excitement. His long fingers dip back further again, parting his folds and playing over his entrance as the heel of his palm puts blunt pressure on his clit.
"Good, show me what you want, schatz," he encourages breathlessly, ready and willing to move as directed. He flutters more heated kisses over the back of Yussa's neck, and his hips move with an almost distracted rhythm, finding the best angle to give him something to firmly rut against.
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He presses against Caleb's hand as much as he can to keep it where it is as his hips move, seeking his fingers and the friction against his palm. Yussa groans and tries to adjust the angle of his hips to get what he wants.
He bows his head, resting his damp brow against his forearm. It's been a while since he felt Caleb pressed against his back like this and it reminds him how much taller the other man is, how broad he is by comparison.
"Don't stop," he breathes, voice more ragged than he thought it would be. He doesn't think Caleb really needs the encouragement, but there's no harm in giving it when this started so suddenly.
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"Gods, you are always so tight, but you stretch so well for me," he praises, cupping his palm and curling his fingers to give Yussa a good angle to rub into. He loves his restless energy, how he moves his hips to get the friction he needs. Caleb fucks him firmly with his fingers, can hear the slick, messy sound of it, and keeps the heel of his hand firm.
Of course he isn't going to stop. He could do this for hours--or until his hand tires, at the very least. There is nothing like having Yussa writhing shamelessly against him. In fact, as Caleb pulls his fingers halfway out, dripping wetness that trickles into his palm, he tucks a third in alongside the other two and pushes deep.
"That's it," he says, so softly. "Look at you, I can't believe you didn't ask for this. If you need my fingers in your cunt so badly, you can tell me, liebling."
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His hand tightens on the back of Caleb's when he feels him starting to pull his fingers out and Yussa doesn't relax until he's certain they aren't coming out all the way. A third sinks into him as Caleb pushes deep again, working him open and coaxing his very eager cunt to stretch for him. A ragged moan escapes him and his hips jerk, thrusting hard against his lover's hand.
"I didn't--ah--" Yussa gasps in a breath as he tightens again around Caleb's fingers. "Realize."
That's near enough. He'd been aware of Caleb looking at him and mildly aroused by that knowledge, but nothing tha the would normally indulge when there were other things that should take precedent. It seems ridiculous to think that now as full extent of his need is made obvious.
Yussa moans again and his hand leaves Caleb's so that he can press it against the stone, trying to brace himself as tension rolls through him. He'll come like this if Caleb doesn't stop. He decides then to cede to whatever it is his lover wants to do: he keeps moving, chasing his pleasure with rising urgency. The obscene sound of it is as exciting as the fullness he feels like this, as excited as the wickedness Caleb purrs against his ear.
"Caleb--"
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His lover rides his hand so well without any encouragement, taking his pleasure as Caleb meets him halfway, his pace ramping up as Yussa's urgency does. He feels his cock throb when he says his name like this, but he is so focused on Yussa's pleasure that he can easily relegate that to be taken care of later, even as he contents himself with grinding against his ass.
Caleb has made Yussa come more than enough times to know when he is getting close. The wet sound of his fingers filling his cunt gets louder as he drives them in harder, faster, grinds his palm tight against his clit.
"Don't stop," he says breathlessly, a deliberate repetition. "I want to hear my name again when you come all over my fingers, mein schatz."
Yussa is gorgeous beyond words, bracing himself against the stone, back arched prettily to tip his hips back toward him, dark skin flushed, shaking and moaning when the pleasure becomes overwhelming. He can feel the tension rising fast in his body, and savors every tight pulse around his fingers.
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Panting, he rides his lover's fingers, meeting every hard thrust until he feels his thighs tremble. Yussa loses all sense of rhythm as his orgasm hits him and his voice rises in a sharper moan. He desperately tries to meet every hard thrust even as his cunt tightens around Caleb's fingers, making the slick friction more intense. All of it is more intense, every pulse of his own body and the sensation of cloth rubbing against sensitive skin and the heat of Caleb pressed up against him.
"Caleb." He moans his lover's name, almost cries out as he arches into the other man's touch. Yussa can feel the rush of wetness accompanying his release and he has to lean harder into the rock when he feels his knees threaten to give.
His hips jerk back - he has nowhere to go except the cradle of Caleb's hips - when the sensation threatens to become too much. One hand flies down again to try to cover Caleb's, to slow him if not stop him. He can feel the fluttering waves of tension still around Caleb's fingers, like he might try to milk him.
Yussa whimpers and sags between Caleb and the boulder, breathing hard as little aftershocks make him twitch in Caleb's arms.
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He seems like he might collapse outright, so overwhelmed his legs are unsteady. Caleb secures his free arm around his chest, holding him against his own body just in case. His hand slows right away when Yussa's covers it with clear intent. He takes pressure off his clit entirely, and tenderly pumps his fingers in and out of his fluttering cunt just twice more before withdrawing them entirely with an obscenely wet noise.
Maybe it's slightly cruel to pull them out so soon, when Yussa is still quivering, his cunt still milking his fingers in tight little pulses that Caleb loves to feel, but he has to leave him wanting just a little. He will, with any luck, give him something else to milk while his body is still rocked with these aftershocks so powerful they make his hips jump. The intensity of Caleb's own arousal isn't something that he can go without tending to for much longer, and he doesn't intend to.
"That was perfect," he murmurs, kissing again down the side of Yussa's neck, breath heavy and warm. "You are perfect."
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"Do you intend to keep me here?" he manages, dazed yet but articulate. He wants to guide Caleb's fingers back into him but he is also very, very aware of the hard cock still pressed up against him. Finding a bit more strength, Yussa braces himself against the boulder and uses his other hand to try pulling his cotton shirt off. It occurs to him, vaguely, that perhaps he shouldn't strip completely in a place they have not fully explored, but he isn't.
Yet.
Yussa manages to at least get the shirt over his head, though for the time being seems content to leave it bunched around his arms. He peers over his shoulder at the man behind him, golden eyes darker, pupils wider.
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Thankfully that seems probable, as Yussa manages to steady himself and get his shirt at least halfway off. Caleb doesn't let the arm around him drop until he's certain Yussa's legs aren't going to give out the moment he does, though. The new expanse of skin Yussa exposes to him, his back and shoulders, is mesmerizing--nearly as much as his eyes. That single glance over his shoulder is scorching, dark but still molten. His breath catches.
Fuck. He really can't wait any longer. And why should he?
He pulls his hips back just enough to make quick work of his belt one-handed. Both are needed to open his trousers, then to push them and his smalls down far enough to free his cock. He's achingly hard, and he gives himself a cursory stroke with the hand still dripping with Yussa's come. Caleb crowds up close again when he begins pushing Yussa's trousers down too, far enough down his thighs not to get in the way, followed by his smalls.
"Sorry," he murmurs against his shoulder, aware at least that he has something to apologize for in pushing this along so quickly that neither of them have gotten undressed. Still, that awareness doesn't stop him from taking hold of Yussa's hip with one hand and guiding the head of his cock to his entrance with the other. "Just let me--I need to be inside you," he explains, and a moment later he is.
Normally Caleb might take it slow with the knowledge that Yussa has just come and is still very sensitive, and that his cock is more of a stretch for him than his fingers. But that kind of impulse control is entirely absent at the moment. As soon as he feels the perfect wet heat of Yussa's cunt around the head of his cock, he gives a ragged gasp and enters him with a single insistent thrust, dragging his elven lover's slender hips up to meet him and filling his tight passage.
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Soon enough his own pants have been dragged down, along with his smalls, so that he's at least bare enough for Caleb to get at what he wants. There's a few seconds in which Yussa has no idea what Caleb is actually apologizing for, followed quickly by an utter lack of care as his attention shifts immediately to the hard cock, pressing against his cunt.
He's accustomed to a little more care from Caleb, more patience, and so the soft, startled sound that is forced from him as the other man drags his hips back, burying himself in a single thrust, is genuine. Yussa's mouth falls open as his body yields to Caleb's cock, heavy and hot inside him. He tightens around the length of him, and even if being so full feels sudden, his body welcomes it. Even with the thorough (if fast) preparation, he still feels a dull, satisfying stretch.
It's so easy to get swept up in Caleb's need, feeding into his own sharp and unexpected desire. Unthinking, Yussa pushes his hips back to make sure Caleb is as deep as he can be, and even that minute friction earns another little moan. Yussa can't actually decide if his first orgasm is a blessing or burden now: he's slick and more relaxed than he might have been, but everything feels more sensitive and his nerves have not entirely recovered. He can feel himself throb around Caleb again, his body's need clear.
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The soft walls of his cunt cling to his cock, and Caleb feels dizzy with every throb around him. Yussa's body is warm and welcoming, so wet that even tight as he is Caleb has no trouble withdrawing halfway, slow and sweet, only to push back in with a snap of his hips. The sound he makes is low and desperate, because gods, he needs more of this. Yussa is too good to resist.
He doesn't waste time. Without much thought he brings Yussa's hips up into a deeper tilt and begins fucking him open, steady and assertive. The angle as he fucks down into the cradle of Yussa's hips feels perfect, rubbing his cock along his front wall and deep into his passage as he buries himself to the root with each thrust. Caleb curls over him, covering his hips with his hands and kissing his back, his neck, his ears.
"You take me so deep, schatz," he mumbles distractedly. "Keep your hips up like this." He squeezes, thumbs fitted into the dip of his waist, as his cock pushes all the way in again, hot and full. "Does that feel good?"
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Caleb leans over him, mouth hot against his skin and breathless words filling his ears. Caleb's hands feel large on him and he arches his back with his lover's distracted encouragement. He ends up with his chest pressed against the stone, deliciously cool beneath his overheated skin.
"Yes," he gasps. "Yes, always."
How could he say anything else when Caleb is so very good with him? His attentive nature, his dedication, his desire to excel make him an engaging colleague and an exciting lover.
His cunt aches deliciously and he can feel that building tension again. A sudden, impulsive desire flies through his mind and it is by the grace of his fey ancestry, maybe, that it doesn't immediately leave his mouth in an urgent demand. He has enough presence of mind to be surprised by it. He tightens and one hand drops from the boulder to cover Caleb's where it grips his hips.
"That's it," he breathes. "That's it."
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He nuzzles beneath his jaw, kisses his neck, grips the pretty curve of his thin hips and drives into him, moaning with every other panting breath. Yussa's hand soon comes to clutch his with breathless encouragement.
"Scheisse," he groans, feels his cock throb as Yussa's cunt tightens around him. "Yussa, Yussa." Caleb wants to touch him more, but he needs both hands on his hips to give him the force and depth he wants, and he's already starting to feel the strain in his own thighs and back. He feels close to coming already, but strangely, doesn't know if he feels much closer to relief. The need still burns bright and hot in him, even as he feels a telltale tension beginning to settle near the base of his cock.
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"Yes--"
The archmage tries not to collapse against the rock: he doesn't want to compromise this position or Caleb's momentum. He swears he can feel the air shiver around them, the Feywild - or this approximation of it - echoing the intensity between them. A softer whimper escapes him as Caleb grinds against that sweet spot inside him and his entire body shudders as the tension in him completely breaks.
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Caleb doesn't fall still, fucking his lover through his orgasm, burying his cock deep in his throbbing cunt again and again to prolong his pleasure. But his own peaks while Yussa is still shuddering against him, the tremors of his slender body and the tight clench of his cunt utterly irresistible. Caleb gasps as the first wave rolls through him, startled by the sheer intensity. His hips continue rolling in shallower thrusts as his cock pulses in Yussa's cunt. The grip of Caleb's hands on his hips as he spills becomes bruising tight if it hadn't been already, and he loses himself in the feeling completely, moaning low against the warm brown of the other man's neck.
He feels bright, alive, connected to the energy around them and to Yussa in a way that he has never experienced before. It's powerful, and after he has spent himself his body trembles too with the echoes of that all-consuming pleasure. He breathes hard, clutching Yussa tight against him with a soft whine, because being close to him is the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that matters. A few breathless words of bewilderment, praise, and adoration are muttered in Zemnian, half lost as he speaks them into the elegant slope of Yussa's thin shoulder.
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He doesn't know how long they're like that. All he knows is that as he's able to focus again, he needs to be off his feet.
"Caleb," he murmurs, reaching back to stroke his hand into the other man's damp hair. "Please, the ground."
Yussa would rather not just fall from Caleb's grip, but he's willing to if the other wizard cannot quite grasp the request. The slick, soft heat of him aches pleasantly and throbs around the cock still buried in him.
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