errenis | for blumenthal

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.

"That's it," he breathes. "That's it."

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.

The haze that comes over him post-orgasm is usually very pleasant, but in this instance he would describe it as blissful. He drifts in heightened feeling and sensation, still enjoying the tender grip of Yussa still pulsing around his cock. It still hasn't gone entirely soft, and Caleb feels the restless urge to start rocking his hips again, like he could just continue--like he might even have to. That's something that hasn't happened in a very, very long time.

But Yussa stirs him from that strange and near-miraculous discovery, and Caleb can't help leaning into the gentle touch of his hand. He's right. Standing isn't going to work out for either of them for much longer. Reluctantly, he pulls out with a soft grunt, sparing a moment for an impulsively dirty indulgence to thumb open Yussa's folds and watch his release drip out after him. This lasts only long enough for him to remember how shaky his legs are. Caleb attempts to coordinate lowering them both down with some semblance of grace, but that becomes impossible with their trembling limbs and the tangle of their pants around their thighs. They sway and stumble into a more comfortable position. Caleb sits with the stone at his back, leaning heavily against it, and Yussa in his lap facing him.

Caleb strips off his cotton shirt, now damp with sweat, and almost immediately cradles Yussa's jaw and pulls him into a breathless kiss, part sated exhaustion part curious, confused desire. His half-hard cock rubs along his soaked slit with an obscenely slick noise, but he doesn't try to push back inside him. He is content right now with a slow, leisurely grind.

The bold, surprisingly lewd stroke of Caleb's thumb against him, drawing his attention to the come dripping out of him, makes Yussa almost dizzy with the heat rushing to his face. He's far too old to be flustered by something like that, and yet he's entirely swept up by it.

It takes some doing before they're both actually down on the ground, the grass soft beneath Yussa's knees as he's pulled to straddle Caleb's lap. He's just happy to be off his feet and he leans into the kiss as Caleb draws him closer. He can't help the little moan that escapes him as his lover's cock rubs against him. Yussa thinks it'd take nothing to guide him back in, to indulge that desire for both of them. But Caleb seems content enough with just the lazy contact.

Breaking from the kiss, Yussa rests against Caleb's bare chest. He thinks he should either remove his pants completely or he should drag them back up so that they aren't caught around his thighs. He can do that in a moment, there's no need to rush to it just now. Elegant fingers stroke gently against Caleb's cheek.

"Are you all right?" he asks, thinking it best to check in after how... sudden that all was. Which is not to say they've never gotten swept up by their mutual desire before, but that had been entirely unexpected and, Yussa would argue, unprovoked.

Caleb meets Yussa's gaze as his fingers brush his cheek. His own are still dark, focused, but that intensity is all for Yussa. "I don't know," he admits. "I...am having a hard time remembering exactly what we were doing before." Which for him is unheard of, and a clear indicator that there is something influencing him. "But I don't want to be doing anything else right now."

His cock doesn't remain half hard for long. As he grinds through Yussa's folds he feels the stiffness he'd only briefly lost beginning to return with highly unusual quickness. His persistent and insistent arousal clearly isn't entirely natural, but he can't quite bring himself to care. He leans in to touch his brow tenderly to Yussa's as he almost casually reaches between them to guide his cock back into his slick heat. His breath catches at the smooth, easy slide as he buries himself.

"Gods, you feel so good," he murmurs. A hand comes to rest against the back of Yussa's neck and Caleb tilts his chin to catch his lips again in a softer kiss. He clearly isn't any less distracted, impulsive, or aroused than he was when he'd started this, quickly discarding the knowledge of being influenced in favor of continuing to follow that influence. That feels far more pressing.

He doesn't think he's ever heard Caleb admit to any memory problems, no matter how mild. That is something to note, then. Yussa is also very familiar with Caleb's usual refractory period and it's difficult not to note that he's flown through it without truly going soft. A feat not unheard of, but rare enough without any other influence.

Yussa's line of thought is broken as Caleb's cock - fully hard again - slides back into him. He makes a quiet sound and, without truly thinking, he starts moving almost immediately, lazily riding the man beneath him as Caleb anchors him for a kiss. His own arousal doesn't feel pressing, but this still feels good. He could stop this, he thinks, but it's difficult to recall why he would want to and Yussa quite enjoys being the object of such intense desire. They need to find a way out again eventually, but... they have time.

His hands slide over the binding around his chest and Yussa pulls at the laces on one side to get it loose. He wants it off. The exertion has him sweating and he sees no need to keep it on, especially when removing it would bare more skin to Caleb's touch. That is a fine use of his time and it doesn't take him long to get out of it, tossing it aside to join the pile of their clothes.

Caleb shudders, a soft gasp muted by Yussa's lips against his, as the other man doesn't hesitate to start riding him. The languid pace is sweet and tantalizing, and their kiss is much the same. He leans back when he feels Yussa's hands slide up between them, and there's a quiet thrill when he quickly recognizes he's removing his binding. Strange that he can't remember what they were doing, but he remembers clear as day removing Yussa's binding for him the first time they had sex.

As soon as Yussa's chest is exposed, Caleb makes a low, approving noise and sweeps his hands up along his now entirely bare torso. His hands cover quite a lot of skin, large in comparison to Yussa's small body, so it is easy to greedily gather up his pert little breasts, to curl his fingers around them and pluck at his nipples, roughly encouraging them to stiffen.

There have been many times in similar situations where Caleb has been struck sideways by just how erotic he finds Yussa's body, and today it is more evident than ever. Everything about him is mesmerizing, slender and petite, but with a little softness here and there, just the right size for Caleb to hold and cover. He never imagined that would appeal to him so much; he's never particularly cared about his lack of size or strength, and has no vanity about his body to speak of. But he derives an undeniable satisfaction from having Yussa in his lap like this, from leaning down to kiss him, from seeing his hands covering his body, from feeling his cunt slowly stretch around his cock every time. Then there are his golden eyes, pale lashes, full lips, long pointed ears, the elegant line of his neck and the delicate hollow of his throat, his thin wrists and beautiful fingers, his small breasts, his stomach, mostly flat but for a little softness below the navel, the sharp dip of his waist contrasted with the slight flare of his thin hips, the roundness of his ass, his slender thighs and gorgeous soaking wet cunt, his clit prettily swollen and practically begging to be sucked.

"I can't believe I get to have you," is what he says out loud, a low, rough-edged whisper. Caleb's feet brace against the ground, giving him the leverage to lift his hips just enough, entirely worth the strain in his muscles to fuck up into him. Yussa's cunt feels like a perfect fit, clinging to his cock as he grinds him full of it every time their hips meet. Caleb is enraptured by his elven lover, the strange and beautiful fey quality of this place making him utterly irresistible.

Yussa covers one of Caleb's hands with his own, encouraging his rough touch; the way he paws and plucks and strokes is good. He likes the callouses on his lover's hands, the strength in them and the finesse. And he rather admires how they look covering his darker skin.

He's never been particularly self-conscious, beyond the initial exposure during which a lover may realize he is not quite as they imagined. Caleb hadn't even hesitated and his unflinching desire is a catalyst for Yussa's own. There has never been a moment when he hasn't felt wanted by this man. His enthusiasm is delicious.

Yussa groans quietly and braces his other hand on the stone behind Caleb's shoulder. His voices rises when the younger man thrusts up into him and he curls closer, breathing harder as Caleb properly fucks him. He opens his eyes, looking down to see where his body stretches to accommodate the hard cock pushing into him. It's perfect.

He feels a little delirious when he says, "As much as you want."

It's a heated offer, perhaps one he might not have made without Caleb grinding up into him, but Yussa cannot think of a reason to deny either of them this now. He lets go of Caleb's hand in favor of pushing his fingers into his lover's hair, dragging him into a kiss. His tongue sweeps into Caleb's mouth and he cannot help another moan, muffled this time between them.

When he breaks the kiss, he straightens his back, trying to make himself just a bit taller in Caleb's lap as he tries to drag the other man's head down toward his breasts.

That's an offer that sparks a fresh wave of arousal, and Caleb's cock throbs against the softness of Yussa's walls. He groans, a sound that only gets lower and more gravelly as a slender hand grips his hair hard enough to tug him into a kiss. His lips part eagerly for the assertive press of Yussa's tongue, and his hips rock up into him again and again.

His mouth is slick when Yussa pulls back and draws himself up, and Caleb hardly needs the encouragement to bend forward and begin pressing wet, messy kisses to his breasts, but he appreciates it anyway. The dull sting is a perfect contrast to the spine-melting pleasure consuming the rest of his body.

Caleb's fingers squeeze and knead at soft flesh while his tongue licks a broad swipe first over one tightened nipple then the other before he fastens his lips there, sucking noisily and shamelessly. His eyes slip closed and his teeth scrape just lightly enough to tease.

Unconsciously, Caleb fucks up into him a little faster, urging him to follow his pace now as he fills his tight cunt up with each eager stroke. Gods, he wants to make Yussa feel good, wants to make sure he experiences the same kind of overwhelming ecstasy he is.

He grabs the back of Caleb's head, fingers tight in his hair as his mouth covers a firm nipple and sucks hard. The scrape of teeth makes slick walls squeeze tight around the cock driving into him; it makes his back arch like he's trying to present himself more.

"Caleb--" Yussa's voice is tight and thighs and arms tense as he tries to meet every hard thrust, tries to keep pace with Caleb's renewed urgency. He isn't particularly strong but that doesn't stop him from holding on to his lover. His hand drops away from the rock in favor of pushing between them so he can stroke his fingers over and around his clit. Breathless praise falls from his lips - little of it actually in a language they have in common - but surely his meaning is clear.

He bows his head, lips grazing Caleb's temple. Yussa has never invited Caleb to leave marks on him before - nothing that wouldn't fade within an hour or so, anyway. But now he finds himself wanting the harder sucks and drag of his teeth, rough counterpoints to his mounting pleasure.

Yussa blunt nails drag against the back of Caleb's neck as he tries to--assist in Caleb's efforts. Tension rolls through him as that familiar, urgent feeling builds. He'll come again, certain he has it in him if Caleb keeps fucking him like that.

Yussa, it seems, is doing absolutely everything he can to drive Caleb wild. He's going to completely fall apart under him soon--maybe too soon. With how good Yussa is making him feel, bouncing with increasing need in his lap and scraping nails against his neck, he could come now.

There's a wet pop as his mouth leaves a nipple with a last parting suck. "Let me," he begs, feeling Yussa slip a hand between his own thighs. Caleb kisses his way across the archmage's chest to his other breast, which gets the same lusty treatment, though maybe he sucks a little harder, scrapes his teeth against Yussa's tender skin with the intent to mark as much as pleasure. As soon as the thought strikes him--bruises from his mouth all over Yussa's breasts--he can't help himself.

A hand slips away only so it can trail down the front of Yussa's body, over his stomach and down between his thighs. As Caleb's thumb finds his clit and nudges the other man's hand aside to stroke it himself, his fingers brush over where they join, and Yussa is so hot and slick there Caleb's breath catches in a low moan. And suddenly he's so close he has to shut his eyes again against the tension building to a tipping point in his body.

"Fuck, Yussa," he groans, and only has to rock up into him a little more, burying his face between his breasts, before he's coming. Caleb clutches Yussa against him as his cock pulses inside him with an orgasm at least as intense as the last, wrenched out of him by the way Yussa tightens with his own building pleasure. Despite his trembling legs, Caleb's hips lift to grind deep. Impossible not to want him around every inch of him while he quietly gasps his way through it.

Yussa loses himself a little as Caleb's mouth moves, claiming his other breast with bites and possibly bruises. He doesn't move his hand until Caleb pushes it away, and once the other wizard take over, Yussa grabs Caleb's shoulder instead, trying to steady himself as his lover overwhelms him. It isn't long before Yussa's entire body goes tight and he moans Caleb's name as he jerks slightly in his arms.

He realizes, too, that Caleb is on right behind him. Yussa wraps his arms around the younger man's head as his face presses between his breasts. He can feel Caleb's breath hot and harsh on his chest. Yussa lifts his hips, pulling away from Caleb's fingers while trying not to pull off him. Not yet.

Yussa goes weak against his lover, panting hard as he sinks down completely again. As his arms go loose, he rests his head against Caleb's shoulder, trying to catch his breath. His fingers caress the other man's scalp and neck gently, almost like an apology for grabbing onto him like that.

His head feels thick and clouded, but light. Yussa's body shudders against him as he comes, and they hold each other as they share that pleasure. Caleb breathes sharply as Yussa shifts to escape the touch of his fingers only to lower himself again, practically collapsing against him. Caleb in turn collapses back against the cool stone behind him and closes his eyes, enjoying the softer stroke of Yussa's fingers through his hair and over his neck.

It feels good. Everything feels good, multiplied to an unreasonable degree. No wonder his body wants more so badly.

As it is, his cock is still half-heartedly jerking in Yussa's cunt, coating his walls with seed with each twitch more than half a minute after that should have stopped, and nearly as stiff as it had been before he'd come. Part of him wants to put Yussa on his back right now and ravish him completely, to keep sucking on his breasts while he fucks him soundly until his chest is mottled with bruises in the shape of his mouth. Possibly the only reason he doesn't follow through with that desire is that his body is tired, muscles aching sweetly with the effort it had taken to fuck up into Yussa the way he had been.

His continued arousal isn't painful--not beyond the other pains of his body from unplanned, hurried rough sex, that is--and still feels almost mind-numbingly good, but he isn't sure if Yussa is effected in the same way, and as much as he wants him (more than anything--the world itself might well have narrowed down to the man he's holding in his lap), if he isn't feeling the same pull, he doesn't want to push him beyond what he could enjoy. As soon as his orgasm has finally tapered off and he's certain he's stopped spilling, Caleb starts to drop his hips, pulling out halfway and leaving it to Yussa whether he'd like to lift off him completely.

It's impossible to ignore the way Caleb's cock throbs inside him, not yet finished even of the other man seems momentarily worn out. Yussa tenses briefly in Caleb's arms as the other man moves, sinking back and withdrawing his cock at least part way. He shifts his hips, lifting himself just enough that Caleb slips out the rest of the way. It leaves him achingly empty, but he'll survive.

Yussa closes his eyes and stays right where he is, catching his breath and just basking in the warmth and shared pleasure and affection. Everything feels more intense, which he is sure to do with their surroundings. Knowing that certainly doesn't negate it.

He isn't sure if it's Caleb's seed or his own wetness that he can feel on his thighs and he decides that it's likely both after that. He continues to rub his fingers gently over the back of Caleb's neck.

"I think you're being affected by something, my friend," he murmurs, not weary necessarily, but his voice is heavier.

When Yussa pulls off him, Caleb gives a soft groan, which he muffles in the other man's hair. His cock, still stiff, nudges against the inside of Yussa's thigh, hot and slick. He doesn't move, taking this moment to rest and breathe again, much like his lover. He rubs a hand affectionately over Yussa's back and presses a soft kiss to his temple, nosing sweat-damp strands of pale hair out of his way. He focuses on the way Yussa is rubbing his neck, head dipping down just a little to encourage it.

"Ja, I think so," he agrees, and can't help a soft laugh coloring his words. "Even as a younger man I never bounced back quite this quickly."

Sex has also never felt quite like this. Like a need. He's wanted sex very badly at times, so badly that it felt like he needed it, but it wasn't a compulsion like this, an arousal so intense and unabating that it can't be ignored, that he can barely think about anything but the many increasingly lewd ways he would like to fuck Yussa Errenis.

"Not you, though? You are feeling mostly normal?" he questions. His hand settles at the small of Yussa's back just above the curve of his ass, and almost unconsciously Caleb begins kissing down from his temple to his jaw to his neck.

"Mm, I think so. Mostly." Yussa decides not to lift his head as Caleb's mouth moves down his neck, not wanting to interrupt his progress. He is most certainly experiencing the effects of the Feywild, of that much he's sure. And he has a faint recollection of what they meant to do here, but it comes and goes, wavering and unimportant. Far less so than the man beneath him, still aroused and holding him close.

"We'll see to you, then. It is the least I can do," he says as he turns his head to kiss Caleb's temple. "I am at your disposal, Master Widogast."

A smirk curves his mouth and Yussa catches Caleb's chin to coax his head up, enough that Yussa can kiss him.

"Though, perhaps somewhere more comfortable." The rock itself has been good for support, but the ground beneath them is rather firm and Yussa is quite certain there is a patch of moss or grass nearby that would suit them better.

Those words ring a bell in Caleb's mind immediately, and again he's briefly struck by the strangeness of his more distant memories being crystal clear while the most recent are so clouded. But he'd said precisely the same thing to Yussa when he'd experienced the incident with his components. I am at your disposal. He'd meant it. And it seems like Yussa means it now. Only a few minutes ago he'd also promised he could have him as much as you want.

When the older man takes hold of his chin to turn his face up, Caleb's eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. His mouth is red, lips parted just slightly, and they part a little more when he kisses him. Though he's had plenty already, Caleb aches to taste him more.

"Good idea," he murmurs, distracted, but the idea of having a better place for their coupling is appealing. Removing the rest of their carelessly shoved down clothing would be helpful too. "You are not worried about being out in the open?"

"No," he answers. "If we had fully plane-shifted, I might be." But he knows this isn't the Feywild, or it isn't... all of it. "And I think I saw somewhere reasonable."

Yussa lets go of Caleb and braces his hand against the rock so that he can get up. His legs are all pins and needles as he straightens them again, more from having his pants dig against his spread thighs and his knees for this long. But he manages to get up without wobbling, and he steps away from Caleb so that the younger man is free to do the same. For the moment, Yussa drags his trousers and smalls back into place. He looks over at Caleb, golden eyes bright in the dim light, and then leans down to retrieve his discard clothes and binder. He rises again and turns away, giving Caleb one look over his shoulder before he starts walking. He wants to be closer to the stream again, somewhere a little more sheltered--ah. There.

A tree growing over and around a rock, creating a sheltered space where they will be mostly out of sight. Yussa crosses a shallow part of the stream to get to it, trusting that Caleb will be well-motivated to follow. In the clear space tucked against the rock and tree there's soft grass and moss, better than being laid out on pebbles.

Caleb blinks, brow furrowing. Had they not fully plane-shifted? Admittedly his recollection is hazy, but this is the Feywild, isn't it?

All of this critical consideration promptly gets tossed out the proverbial window when Yussa gets up and pulls his smalls and pants back into place--because Caleb knows what kind of mess is between his thighs, how he must still be dripping--and looks back at him before bending over. Caleb has been admiring his ass in those pants all day (and somehow he knows that much, at least), especially with the heeled boots he wears, and this view is nothing less than fucking incredible. Gods, he'd follow him anywhere.

Which is good, because Yussa gives him another cheeky glance and begins walking away. Caleb, who finds himself suddenly able to move again after feeling briefly paralyzed by that gaze, stumbles far less smoothly to his feet. He pulls his smalls and trousers up again as well, wincing as he tucks his very sensitive and very hard cock into the former, and gathers the rest of his own things (books especially) before setting off after him.

The spot Yussa chooses is much nicer than the place Caleb had abruptly jumped him. Sheltered, green, soft. A thought occurs to him now that had been completely wiped from his brain before. Kneeling down on the grass, he sets his clothing and books aside. "I have, ah...a few things in my bag to make traveling more comfortable," he says, and opens the small satchel he'd pulled off earlier, his bag of holding. From it he pulls a tightly rolled mat for sleeping on, followed by a thick wool blanket, then a thinner knit one. "Not much, but it is better than the ground." He glances up with a lopsided smile, already dutifully rolling the mat out.

Yussa leans against the tree to start unlacing his boots and he looks up as Caleb takes something out of his bag.

"So prepared," he remarks warmly as he finishes the first boot and starts on the other. "And it's kind of you to think I have not fucked anywhere worse."

A smirk curves his mouth and Yussa slides off his boots, his trousers, and his smalls one after the other. Pale light from the tree above them reflects on his skin and his hair. Yussa pushes his fingers through his hair, getting it out of his face as Caleb rolls out his mat and tosses down the blankets. He waits until their nest is made before sinking down onto it.

As Yussa settles, he brushes his fingers absently on the not-quite-bruising mark on his left breast. Then he remembers what he meant to retrieve. He pulls his own small bag closer and retrieves his water. The stream is right there, and he thinks it might even be safe to drink from... but there is no telling what unanticipated effects the water might have. So, instead, he takes a deep drink from his canteen before offering it to Caleb.

"If you are going to make insinuations like that, you should share the full story," Caleb teases, glancing up from laying out their makeshift bed with interest as Yussa disrobes fully. It is good that he has mostly completed his task by the time he finishes, because he can't take his eyes off him once he's completely bare. The way he looks beneath the warm, drifting light from above is breathtaking. He looks like a creature of this realm, beguiling and keen and uninhibited, his distant fey blood never quite so apparent.

And he sinks down right in front of him like he's making an offering of himself. He is, Caleb thinks--as much as you want. His gaze follows the movement of Yussa's beautiful tapered fingers as he idly touches the bruising on his breast, and Caleb's cock reminds him with a throb that he is still far from satisfied.

When he extends his canteen, Caleb accepts it and drinks more or less on autopilot. The water does help, though. He hadn't realized just how parched he was. "Danke," he murmurs, handing it back. His tongue licks the rest from his lips, and he gets to work removing the remainder of his own clothing, boots and socks, then trousers and smalls. He joins Yussa again when he's done, kneeling in front of him. Still flushed and dazed with desire, he lays a hand on his knee, which quickly becomes a hand on his thigh.

"I know you are not feeling things quite so strongly as I am. But if it is not too much, I would like to spend some time making you feel good. And, ah...cleaning up after myself." Though his chin tilts down slightly in apparent supplication, he meets Yussa's eyes boldly. It's obvious, of course, what he means; they've been doing this quite literally from day one, and haven't tired of it yet.

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