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.
Yussa hums an amused sound, but he does not immediately offer the story. Soon enough, Caleb is before him again, hard and ready and wanting with a warm hand on his thigh. Yussa strokes his cheek, lets his thumb brush along the other man's chin as Caleb gives him that bold look.
"Sweet boy," he murmurs, lower and warmer. "I do so appreciate your attentive care."
His thumb strokes Caleb's bottom lip, then he draws back. Languid and graceful, Yussa sinks back onto the bedroll and blankets, relaxing there as he spreads his thighs for the man in front of him. Golden eyes stay focused on Caleb's face as his fingers stroke over slick folds, parting them more before sliding away.
"Don't keep me waiting. You have made a mess of me."
Caleb melts the way he always does when Yussa croons this particular term of endearment at him, feeling heat rising in his face and an elated flutter in his chest. He's certain that the older man must know what effect it has. He's barely breathing when a thumb strokes his lip, his eyes locked with Yussa's until he pulls away. They wander then, as Yussa no doubt wants them to, down along the body he so admires and between his legs as he spreads his thighs.
His mouth grows slack and his gaze grows heavy. Yussa's elegant fingers part his folds to show him plainly that he's still dripping with the mess he left behind, and there is no power in any realm that could make Caleb wait a moment longer. He lowers himself between Yussa's legs and reaches for him. His thumbs part his folds delicately so that he can indulge in an even better view--and so he can lick a precise stripe up his center all the way to his clit. Caleb can't stifle a satisfied moan as he repeats the motion once, then again more eagerly until he's licking into him properly.
As ever, Caleb has no compunctions about tasting himself in Yussa's cunt, or swallowing as he delves his tongue inside to lick it out of him. He's eager and dedicated, withdrawing only to lick a path down, following his seed as it drips over the rim of his ass, which he doesn't hesitate to lavish with equal enthusiasm. His tongue swipes across the tight muscle, warm and wet, and doesn't stop even when he's cleaned the evidence of his release from Yussa's skin there.
Yussa's moan echoes Caleb's and he sinks back. One leg slides over Caleb's shoulder to keep him where he is, muscles trembling as his lover finally licks into him. It's impossible to truly calm himself with Caleb's tongue stroking and curling inside him, rubbing against sensitive walls and teasing his own seed out. His head falls back and he strokes his fingers into Caleb's hair.
He can feel wetness - saliva, his own slick, come - running lower as Caleb works and his fingers tighten in Caleb's hair as the younger man follows with his mouth. His back arches and a soft, startled sound escapes him as Caleb's tongue sweeps lower.
"Yes," he sighs, flashing back to the moment he'd been pressed up against the boulder and thinking of obscene things. Yussa shifts his hips, trying to make Caleb's access easier. His free hand slides over his chest, gripping his breast as Caleb's tongue sweeps over him.
Hearing Yussa's encouraging moans and feeling his fingers grip his hair is half the reward of doing this. Caleb moans again too, low and throaty. If this is what his lover wants, he'll more than gladly oblige.
Arms looping beneath his thighs, Caleb's hands slide beneath Yussa's body to take the soft flesh of his ass in a firm grip, practically dragging him up toward his mouth. He tongues over and around his hole, lapping up more of their mixed come as it continues to trail down, determined to treat his ass so well that he'll continue demanding more.
This is an inherently messy act. The lower half of Caleb's face is already soaked, but far from not caring, he loves it. His gaze lifts to trail up along Yussa's body, wanting to see his expression, his eyes.
For his part, Yussa is trying to stay relatively quiet. He's been rather free with is voice and he cannot say for absolute certainty that this place is safe, but it's difficult to keep it down when Caleb is--so eager.
His face burns and Yussa roughly pinches and plucks at his nipple as Caleb keeps after him. He rolls his hips mindlessly toward Caleb's tongue and he feels dizzy with the sudden, rising need he feels. And here they were worried his libido might not keep up with Caleb's current drive. But now that he's decided to indulge, it's difficult to think of anything else. He thrusts his hips against Caleb as best he can with the other wizard's strong hands gripping him.
"Fuck me," he gasps out, quietly breathless. His thigh tenses against Caleb's shoulder. He so rarely makes demands quite like that, preferring to leave the dirty talk to Caleb's very skilled mouth.
Gods, Yussa is a vision. Groping at his own breast, his dark skin flushed darker, hips rolling to meet his mouth without rhythm. Caleb absolutely loves driving him to this, making him so clearly needy. When his hope to make him demand more is fulfilled in a way that's even better than he imagined, Caleb groans, pulling back just enough to curse under his breath.
"How, schatz?" he pants. Oh, based on what he's currently occupied with, he can guess, and he's achingly hard just thinking about it. How many times has he considered asking?
One hand slips down just enough that his thumb can rub up behind the sweep of his tongue over the center of his hole, where he applies enough pressure to his spit-slick and softened rim to sink in just a little. That alone turns him on to an almost ridiculous extent.
A quiet sound rises in his throat, not quite a whimper, as Caleb's thumb strokes over him and then preses into him, just enough for Yussa to feel it. He pushes toward Caleb again, seeking deeper penetration. As long as it's been since he's had a lover, it's been longer still since he let anyone have him like that.
"Don't pretend you don't know, sweet boy." Golden eyes look down to meet Caleb's gaze. "I like you because you're clever."
There's no edge to the remark, no annoyance. He wants this too much and Caleb isn't really teasing. Yussa should appreciate that he is lucid enough to do anything that seems like asking permission. The least he can do is offer unquestionable reassurance.
"I want your cock again," he murmurs, voice heavy.
Caleb's lips curl in a knowing little smile even as his stomach flips happily again. Yes, he is Yussa's sweet boy, and he is very clever. Still, he'd asked more because he'd hoped to hear him say it than because he feels as though he needs special permission. But fuck, I want your cock again is nearly as good.
"Oh," he breathes, still grinning, "so you want me to fuck your ass? That is what we are referring to, Master Errenis?"
Mesmerized by the way he's rocking against the slight penetration like he can't wait to get more, Caleb leans down again, gently withdrawing his thumb to rub it in a wide, massaging circle, working to relax the tight muscle. His tongue returns with firm pressure, finally finding him loose enough to lick into him.
"Impertinent, Master Widogast," he sighs, a smile in his voice.
He knows he's denying Caleb a little thrill, but he's quite certain he'll end up making up for his reticence sooner than later. Yussa groans quietly as Caleb rubs against him before his tongue presses against him, into him. He pulls Caleb's hair and his head falls back as he rolls his hips again, patience apparently thin. He knows this isn't something they should rush but gods the heightened arousal is catching. He thinks it's more from the nature of the Feywild - the desire to give into impulse, the echo chamber of emotion - than whatever Caleb encountered, but that doesn't lessen its impact.
"Good boy," he murmurs, voice tight. Yussa reaches down to stroke his fingers over and between slick folds, pushing briefly into his cunt before sliding higher to stroke over his clit. It doesn't quite distract him from his own impatience, but it does take the edge off. Slightly.
The obvious fondness as Yussa calls him impertinent only makes Cakeb more pleased with himself, and affection curls bright and warm within his chest. He adores this man, loves being intimate with him, and it isn't only the Feywild's influence making him starry-eyed.
While patience currently isn't his strong suit either (gods, he can't wait to watch his cock sink into him), he's thoroughly enjoying himself still, focused on working Yussa open on his tongue and guided perfectly by the tight grip on his hair. Watching Yussa's fingers play through his folds and sink into his cunt right in front of him is absolutely tantalizing. The view is incredible, but he so wishes, absurdly, that he could do everything. He wants to fill his cunt with his fingers, he wants to lick his clit until he squirms.
For now, he can content himself with eating his ass out well enough to earn a good boy, and the thrill that comes with that praise, enough to remind him again of how hard he is. He's able to push a finger in alongside his tongue, helped by the slick mess that drips from his cunt after Yussa withdraws his fingers.
Yussa bites his lip, trying to stay relatively quiet as a fingers sinks into him. He wants to fuck himself on Caleb's finger and his tongue, he wants to feel this man as deep as he can get him and he is vaguely aware that this is possibly neither the time nor place, but he's having a little trouble caring. He wants this. Caleb wants this. He sees no real reason to stop.
He murmurs more breathless praise in Common and Elvish. Yussa pushes two fingers into his cunt again, as deep as he can. Soft walls clench and he tries to relax more as he draws them out again. A mess, in this case, is a help. Unthinking, he lifts his hand to his lips and licks away some of his own taste from his fingertips. It feels lewd and indulgent.
"Keep going," he murmurs in heavily accented Common.
Yussa is going to be the death of him if he keeps doing things like this. Wide-eyed, heart pounding, Caleb watches him bring his slick fingers up to his lips. Fuck. He wants to lick that taste from his mouth.
Both tongue and fingers withdraw so that he can smear the slick dripping with purpose now from Yussa's cunt over his hole. With the other man's encouragement, Caleb tests his rim with two fingers and eases them carefully inside, helped by the lubrication of their mixed come. Gods, that's hot. He watches the gradual stretch, tilts his wrist to turn his fingers, rocks them in and out to eventually work them in deep.
With his mouth at least momentarily free, Caleb drags his tongue up through Yussa's folds again, this time careful not to lap up anything spilling out of him, and licks over his swollen clit, dragging the flat of his tongue against the underside.
Yussa's breath catches as Caleb carefully works a second finger into him, coaxing his body to yield to the new intrusion. His voice rises in a ragged moan as the younger man takes the chance to run his tongue over him, sliding from his dripping entrance up to his clit. That makes his hips jump and he drags at Caleb's head, trying to keep him where he is.
"Yes," he gasps out, tightening briefly around Caleb's fingers before he relaxes again, accepting him deeper. He's breathing faster now, excitement rising as the reality of what he's asking for - demanding - sinks through him. Really, it's impressive they haven't done this yet, given Caleb's predilections and his own. They are rectifying it now, that's all that matters.
Feeling more heated, he opens his eyes and looks down at the man between his thighs.
Caleb has no issue remaining exactly where he is, held there by Yussa's grip in his hair. His tongue works over his clit in diligent strokes and his fingers slide more easily inside him with every slow thrust, gradually stretching his tight hole to take his cock.
Perhaps it is the Feywild's influence forging this connection, but he can feel the teeming energy in Yussa's body as his breath comes faster and his hips rock against his fingers. It mirrors his own rising excitement, and he is just contemplating whether it would be too soon to try to push a third finger past his rim when Yussa looks at him with heat in his eyes and demands more than that.
Moaning, Caleb pulls off his lover's clit with a parting suck. He immediately moves to comply, despite a brief concern that his preparation so far may not be quite enough. But he has never questioned Yussa when it comes to knowing what he can take and enjoy, and he isn't going to start now, especially when he is so eager to obey. His fingers are withdrawn and he sits up, kneeling close between Yussa's splayed thighs. His cock is red and aching, and he hisses through his teeth when he strokes himself with a slicked hand, a cast of prestidigitation to make everything nice and wet. His other hand caresses the inside of the archmage's thigh, slipping down to hook beneath his knee as though he means to push it up.
"Like this? Or on your knees?" he asks breathlessly. The view in this position is incredible, but the other would make filling his cunt with his fingers much easier.
Yussa holds back a disappointed sound as Caleb's fingers slip free. It's a necessary evil to get what he wants. He knows he should let Caleb work him open more, knows that he should take more time, but his impatience is difficult to ignore as his desire spikes.
He'll deal with the consequences as they come.
"Let me roll over," he answers as he gives the hand holding his thigh a tap. Yussa moves to do just that, careful not to kick Caleb as he turns. He wants his lover's fingers inside him, he knows that already, and this will allow that with less effort. He's aware of Caleb casting that quick little spell and he slides his knees further apart to present himself. He'd been perfectly ready to tell Caleb to fuck his cunt to get slick, but Caleb's method is possibly the more reasonable one.
Yussa can't help but wonder how he must look: bare and wet and aching, hips up and shoulders down as he waits for his younger colleague's cock. It's such a rare thing for anyone to see him like this, to any degree. But he thinks Caleb has certainly earned it.
Caleb gives him just enough space to get into position and feels his mouth go dry when he's finished arranging himself. So much about this place is oddly dreamlike, but Yussa looks like the best wet dream he's ever had, this gorgeous older man presented to him with his hips raised and both holes slick and ready to be taken. Caleb is almost tentative when he touches him at first, a gentle hand on his hip as he moves close again, but quickly grows bold as desire and impulse take hold. He wants him, and he can't wait any longer.
His hand slides up to take a firm grip on his ass instead, fingers digging in as Caleb spreads his cheeks apart. The other guides his cock, dragging it up along his slit to dip just barely into his cunt with a soft shudder of breath before he angles it up to his ass. The blunt press of his cockhead smears oil across Yussa's softened hole, and with a little pressure the tip nudges inside. Slowly, Caleb works the head past his loosened rim, guided by his thumb, until all at once it's in with a slick pop. A soft moan slips from his lips as he carefully, gradually begins to push inside, watching Yussa's hole stretch around his shaft.
"How long has it been?" he asks breathlessly, a little surprised that he's capable of speech at all as his cock is surrounded by the incredibly tight heat of Yussa's body. Gods, why haven't they done this before?
The slide of Caleb's cock along his slit, the slight pressure of just the tip pushing in, makes him sigh. But soon enough Caleb adjusts his position and he can feel that blunt pressure against a less yielding hole. Caleb has diligently worked him open and Yussa knows that he is the one who rushed this.
His mouth falls open and Yussa presses his hands to the blankets. His breathing is ragged and he finally moans as his body gives. Yussa stays still as Caleb pushes deeper, slow and careful and slow. The stretch is almost too much, but he doesn't want this to stop. He is surprised that Caleb is capable of speaking; Yussa has been made almost mute by this. It takes a few seconds more before he musters his voice with a coherent answer.
"Likely longer than you have been alive," he breathes. Yussa's arms feel weak and he lowers himself more, forearms braced against the ground while he trusts Caleb's firm grip to keep his hips exactly when he needs them. "Gods--"
It feels like it takes forever for Caleb to bottom out, making Yussa aware of every single inch of him as he's filled.
The smug satisfaction Caleb feels at that answer is definitely too presumptuous, but today he can't bring himself to care. He is the one Yussa has chosen to be with this way after all this time. Not just that, he'd asked for it, and had gotten so desperate to have his cock in his ass that he was fine to skimp on preparation if it meant he could get it sooner. And now he is like this, hips up and head down and moaning for it, wrecked by the first steady thrust inside.
Buried as deep as he can get, his hips pressed flush to the soft curve of his lover's ass, Caleb makes himself breathe. Yussa's cunt is tight, but also delightfully pliant. His ass is like a vice, velvet soft and squeezing around every inch of his cock. On the first careful, testing rock of his hips, it seems like he'll have to go nearly as slow pulling out as he had pressing in, at least until he is properly warmed up. Caleb groans, carefully spreading his own knees apart a little wider to brace himself. Both hands take Yussa's hips, fitting back into nearly the same spot as before, when his grip had been tight enough to bruise.
Head spinning and body thrumming with the sheer pleasure of moving inside him, Caleb rocks his hips shallowly, just an inch or two at a time. He should probably stay entirely still for at least a little longer, but the other man is absolutely irresistible like this. Caleb wants to make him gasp and choke and moan more, and even this much friction feels incredible.
"Fuck," he sighs, "I am so glad you needed it now, schatz. Your ass is perfect."
He can feel Caleb's fingers fit over dull bruises and there is something thrilling in that. Yussa is having trouble holding on to any thought too long, though, and he gasps out another moan when his lover's hips move, testing to see what he can get away with.
Lips parted, Yussa pants for breath as Caleb tries to build up to a rhythm, slow and shallow as it is. For now, it feels like that is all Yussa can take. His own fault, but he has no intention of asking Caleb to stop or to pull out. He wants this too much and he can feel ripples of the younger man's desire on the air. It's difficult not to get swept up.
The sounds Caleb makes and the wickedness spilling from him is perfect. Yussa doesn't dare move yet and he cedes control to Caleb, trusting him to take care of him even as the other wizard seeks his own pleasure in the tightness of his body.
It seems like his hold on Yussa's hips is half the reason the other man is even able to hold himself up right now. His body is all slack and yielding but for the grip of his ass around his cock. Even that begins to relax a little as Caleb fucks him, rocking in and out nice and slow. His hips pull back just enough, then he buries himself again, and the more he repeats the motion the easier it becomes.
So he starts making his thrusts a little longer, still taking his time. Caleb's breathing is heavy, and he's mesmerized by watching Yussa gradually open for him. Eventually he's able to pull out nearly to the head before plunging back inside with a firm roll of his hips, bottoming out again with a sigh of relief.
"That's it," he murmurs, "you are taking me so well. Tell me how it feels."
A hand rubs tenderly up from Yussa's hip and then down again along the outside of his thigh, soothing, but also more than a little possessive. He leans down over his lover, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, then between his shoulder blades.
Every gentle thrust feels intense; he feels full and every small stroke reminds him of that. Yussa doesn't know how long it is before Caleb can pull back almost fully before plunging in again, but when he does it earns a soft cry from the archmage as the pleasure of it hits him. Yussa manages to open his eyes as Caleb leans over him, his mouth hot against his overheated skin.
"So much," he murmurs, vaguely aware that is not the most coherent response given what he's been asked for. The tender caress along his thigh, soothing and possessive, makes him shiver.
"Full," he adds, finding it easier though his voice is still heavy. "I can feel every inch of you, sweet boy."
Caleb smiles against Yussa's shoulder, giving him more long, slow thrusts that really demonstrate how deep he sinks into him, how full he can make him. He loves hearing Yussa this way, clearly distracted by pleasure. There is a deliberate little grind, a soft, happy sigh, when Yussa calls him sweet boy again, so free with that little epithet that makes Caleb's heart sing and his cock throb.
"Mm. You feel so good around every inch of me, liebling. So tight..." he mutters, giving both of his hips a squeeze as he rocks in to the hilt again, hips pressed tight to the other man's round backside. A hand wanders down again, this time along the inside of a soft brown thigh.
"I'll bet I can make you feel fuller still," Caleb nearly purrs, voice low and warm. Calloused fingers find Yussa's stiff clit, rolling it between them before they trail down further, parting his folds and rubbing over the tender, dripping entrance of his cunt. Caleb takes his time, teasing and letting Yussa hear the slick sounds of his fingers rubbing back and forth. But Caleb is impatient too, so he doesn't take too long before crooking his fingers up and pushing three in all at once, filling his cunt with them until his palm rests flat against his folds, putting pressure on his clit just as he had before.
A warm hand strokes up along his thigh and Yussa moans sharply when Caleb's fingers give direct attention to the hard nub of his clit. His hips jerk, forcing Caleb's cock to move inside him again. As he feels calloused fingers slide lower, he knows what might be coming. Caleb teases him, makes him desperately aware of how wet he is - enough that he can hear it as his lover rubs against him.
And while he might be anticipating what comes next, the reality of it is quite different.
Three fingers - three - push into his cunt and Yussa cries out in shocked pleasure. Soft, slick walls squeeze tight around Caleb's fingers as they slide deep, until the other man's hand is cupped against him, offering pressure against his clit while filling him up. Yussa whimpers and shifts his weight onto one forearm, freeing his other hand to reach down between his thighs. His touch is trembling as his fingers brush over Caleb's and over his own stretched opening.
For a moment, Yussa can't even conceive of moving. Then, almost unbidden, his hips rock towards his lover's hand, seeking the pressure of his palm. He murmurs something in breathless Elvish, soft and slurred.
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"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.
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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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"Sweet boy," he murmurs, lower and warmer. "I do so appreciate your attentive care."
His thumb strokes Caleb's bottom lip, then he draws back. Languid and graceful, Yussa sinks back onto the bedroll and blankets, relaxing there as he spreads his thighs for the man in front of him. Golden eyes stay focused on Caleb's face as his fingers stroke over slick folds, parting them more before sliding away.
"Don't keep me waiting. You have made a mess of me."
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His mouth grows slack and his gaze grows heavy. Yussa's elegant fingers part his folds to show him plainly that he's still dripping with the mess he left behind, and there is no power in any realm that could make Caleb wait a moment longer. He lowers himself between Yussa's legs and reaches for him. His thumbs part his folds delicately so that he can indulge in an even better view--and so he can lick a precise stripe up his center all the way to his clit. Caleb can't stifle a satisfied moan as he repeats the motion once, then again more eagerly until he's licking into him properly.
As ever, Caleb has no compunctions about tasting himself in Yussa's cunt, or swallowing as he delves his tongue inside to lick it out of him. He's eager and dedicated, withdrawing only to lick a path down, following his seed as it drips over the rim of his ass, which he doesn't hesitate to lavish with equal enthusiasm. His tongue swipes across the tight muscle, warm and wet, and doesn't stop even when he's cleaned the evidence of his release from Yussa's skin there.
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He can feel wetness - saliva, his own slick, come - running lower as Caleb works and his fingers tighten in Caleb's hair as the younger man follows with his mouth. His back arches and a soft, startled sound escapes him as Caleb's tongue sweeps lower.
"Yes," he sighs, flashing back to the moment he'd been pressed up against the boulder and thinking of obscene things. Yussa shifts his hips, trying to make Caleb's access easier. His free hand slides over his chest, gripping his breast as Caleb's tongue sweeps over him.
"More, Caleb."
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Arms looping beneath his thighs, Caleb's hands slide beneath Yussa's body to take the soft flesh of his ass in a firm grip, practically dragging him up toward his mouth. He tongues over and around his hole, lapping up more of their mixed come as it continues to trail down, determined to treat his ass so well that he'll continue demanding more.
This is an inherently messy act. The lower half of Caleb's face is already soaked, but far from not caring, he loves it. His gaze lifts to trail up along Yussa's body, wanting to see his expression, his eyes.
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His face burns and Yussa roughly pinches and plucks at his nipple as Caleb keeps after him. He rolls his hips mindlessly toward Caleb's tongue and he feels dizzy with the sudden, rising need he feels. And here they were worried his libido might not keep up with Caleb's current drive. But now that he's decided to indulge, it's difficult to think of anything else. He thrusts his hips against Caleb as best he can with the other wizard's strong hands gripping him.
"Fuck me," he gasps out, quietly breathless. His thigh tenses against Caleb's shoulder. He so rarely makes demands quite like that, preferring to leave the dirty talk to Caleb's very skilled mouth.
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"How, schatz?" he pants. Oh, based on what he's currently occupied with, he can guess, and he's achingly hard just thinking about it. How many times has he considered asking?
One hand slips down just enough that his thumb can rub up behind the sweep of his tongue over the center of his hole, where he applies enough pressure to his spit-slick and softened rim to sink in just a little. That alone turns him on to an almost ridiculous extent.
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"Don't pretend you don't know, sweet boy." Golden eyes look down to meet Caleb's gaze. "I like you because you're clever."
There's no edge to the remark, no annoyance. He wants this too much and Caleb isn't really teasing. Yussa should appreciate that he is lucid enough to do anything that seems like asking permission. The least he can do is offer unquestionable reassurance.
"I want your cock again," he murmurs, voice heavy.
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"Oh," he breathes, still grinning, "so you want me to fuck your ass? That is what we are referring to, Master Errenis?"
Mesmerized by the way he's rocking against the slight penetration like he can't wait to get more, Caleb leans down again, gently withdrawing his thumb to rub it in a wide, massaging circle, working to relax the tight muscle. His tongue returns with firm pressure, finally finding him loose enough to lick into him.
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He knows he's denying Caleb a little thrill, but he's quite certain he'll end up making up for his reticence sooner than later. Yussa groans quietly as Caleb rubs against him before his tongue presses against him, into him. He pulls Caleb's hair and his head falls back as he rolls his hips again, patience apparently thin. He knows this isn't something they should rush but gods the heightened arousal is catching. He thinks it's more from the nature of the Feywild - the desire to give into impulse, the echo chamber of emotion - than whatever Caleb encountered, but that doesn't lessen its impact.
"Good boy," he murmurs, voice tight. Yussa reaches down to stroke his fingers over and between slick folds, pushing briefly into his cunt before sliding higher to stroke over his clit. It doesn't quite distract him from his own impatience, but it does take the edge off. Slightly.
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While patience currently isn't his strong suit either (gods, he can't wait to watch his cock sink into him), he's thoroughly enjoying himself still, focused on working Yussa open on his tongue and guided perfectly by the tight grip on his hair. Watching Yussa's fingers play through his folds and sink into his cunt right in front of him is absolutely tantalizing. The view is incredible, but he so wishes, absurdly, that he could do everything. He wants to fill his cunt with his fingers, he wants to lick his clit until he squirms.
For now, he can content himself with eating his ass out well enough to earn a good boy, and the thrill that comes with that praise, enough to remind him again of how hard he is. He's able to push a finger in alongside his tongue, helped by the slick mess that drips from his cunt after Yussa withdraws his fingers.
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He murmurs more breathless praise in Common and Elvish. Yussa pushes two fingers into his cunt again, as deep as he can. Soft walls clench and he tries to relax more as he draws them out again. A mess, in this case, is a help. Unthinking, he lifts his hand to his lips and licks away some of his own taste from his fingertips. It feels lewd and indulgent.
"Keep going," he murmurs in heavily accented Common.
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Both tongue and fingers withdraw so that he can smear the slick dripping with purpose now from Yussa's cunt over his hole. With the other man's encouragement, Caleb tests his rim with two fingers and eases them carefully inside, helped by the lubrication of their mixed come. Gods, that's hot. He watches the gradual stretch, tilts his wrist to turn his fingers, rocks them in and out to eventually work them in deep.
With his mouth at least momentarily free, Caleb drags his tongue up through Yussa's folds again, this time careful not to lap up anything spilling out of him, and licks over his swollen clit, dragging the flat of his tongue against the underside.
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"Yes," he gasps out, tightening briefly around Caleb's fingers before he relaxes again, accepting him deeper. He's breathing faster now, excitement rising as the reality of what he's asking for - demanding - sinks through him. Really, it's impressive they haven't done this yet, given Caleb's predilections and his own. They are rectifying it now, that's all that matters.
Feeling more heated, he opens his eyes and looks down at the man between his thighs.
"Fuck me, Caleb."
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Perhaps it is the Feywild's influence forging this connection, but he can feel the teeming energy in Yussa's body as his breath comes faster and his hips rock against his fingers. It mirrors his own rising excitement, and he is just contemplating whether it would be too soon to try to push a third finger past his rim when Yussa looks at him with heat in his eyes and demands more than that.
Moaning, Caleb pulls off his lover's clit with a parting suck. He immediately moves to comply, despite a brief concern that his preparation so far may not be quite enough. But he has never questioned Yussa when it comes to knowing what he can take and enjoy, and he isn't going to start now, especially when he is so eager to obey. His fingers are withdrawn and he sits up, kneeling close between Yussa's splayed thighs. His cock is red and aching, and he hisses through his teeth when he strokes himself with a slicked hand, a cast of prestidigitation to make everything nice and wet. His other hand caresses the inside of the archmage's thigh, slipping down to hook beneath his knee as though he means to push it up.
"Like this? Or on your knees?" he asks breathlessly. The view in this position is incredible, but the other would make filling his cunt with his fingers much easier.
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He'll deal with the consequences as they come.
"Let me roll over," he answers as he gives the hand holding his thigh a tap. Yussa moves to do just that, careful not to kick Caleb as he turns. He wants his lover's fingers inside him, he knows that already, and this will allow that with less effort. He's aware of Caleb casting that quick little spell and he slides his knees further apart to present himself. He'd been perfectly ready to tell Caleb to fuck his cunt to get slick, but Caleb's method is possibly the more reasonable one.
Yussa can't help but wonder how he must look: bare and wet and aching, hips up and shoulders down as he waits for his younger colleague's cock. It's such a rare thing for anyone to see him like this, to any degree. But he thinks Caleb has certainly earned it.
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His hand slides up to take a firm grip on his ass instead, fingers digging in as Caleb spreads his cheeks apart. The other guides his cock, dragging it up along his slit to dip just barely into his cunt with a soft shudder of breath before he angles it up to his ass. The blunt press of his cockhead smears oil across Yussa's softened hole, and with a little pressure the tip nudges inside. Slowly, Caleb works the head past his loosened rim, guided by his thumb, until all at once it's in with a slick pop. A soft moan slips from his lips as he carefully, gradually begins to push inside, watching Yussa's hole stretch around his shaft.
"How long has it been?" he asks breathlessly, a little surprised that he's capable of speech at all as his cock is surrounded by the incredibly tight heat of Yussa's body. Gods, why haven't they done this before?
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His mouth falls open and Yussa presses his hands to the blankets. His breathing is ragged and he finally moans as his body gives. Yussa stays still as Caleb pushes deeper, slow and careful and slow. The stretch is almost too much, but he doesn't want this to stop. He is surprised that Caleb is capable of speaking; Yussa has been made almost mute by this. It takes a few seconds more before he musters his voice with a coherent answer.
"Likely longer than you have been alive," he breathes. Yussa's arms feel weak and he lowers himself more, forearms braced against the ground while he trusts Caleb's firm grip to keep his hips exactly when he needs them. "Gods--"
It feels like it takes forever for Caleb to bottom out, making Yussa aware of every single inch of him as he's filled.
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Buried as deep as he can get, his hips pressed flush to the soft curve of his lover's ass, Caleb makes himself breathe. Yussa's cunt is tight, but also delightfully pliant. His ass is like a vice, velvet soft and squeezing around every inch of his cock. On the first careful, testing rock of his hips, it seems like he'll have to go nearly as slow pulling out as he had pressing in, at least until he is properly warmed up. Caleb groans, carefully spreading his own knees apart a little wider to brace himself. Both hands take Yussa's hips, fitting back into nearly the same spot as before, when his grip had been tight enough to bruise.
Head spinning and body thrumming with the sheer pleasure of moving inside him, Caleb rocks his hips shallowly, just an inch or two at a time. He should probably stay entirely still for at least a little longer, but the other man is absolutely irresistible like this. Caleb wants to make him gasp and choke and moan more, and even this much friction feels incredible.
"Fuck," he sighs, "I am so glad you needed it now, schatz. Your ass is perfect."
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Lips parted, Yussa pants for breath as Caleb tries to build up to a rhythm, slow and shallow as it is. For now, it feels like that is all Yussa can take. His own fault, but he has no intention of asking Caleb to stop or to pull out. He wants this too much and he can feel ripples of the younger man's desire on the air. It's difficult not to get swept up.
The sounds Caleb makes and the wickedness spilling from him is perfect. Yussa doesn't dare move yet and he cedes control to Caleb, trusting him to take care of him even as the other wizard seeks his own pleasure in the tightness of his body.
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So he starts making his thrusts a little longer, still taking his time. Caleb's breathing is heavy, and he's mesmerized by watching Yussa gradually open for him. Eventually he's able to pull out nearly to the head before plunging back inside with a firm roll of his hips, bottoming out again with a sigh of relief.
"That's it," he murmurs, "you are taking me so well. Tell me how it feels."
A hand rubs tenderly up from Yussa's hip and then down again along the outside of his thigh, soothing, but also more than a little possessive. He leans down over his lover, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, then between his shoulder blades.
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"So much," he murmurs, vaguely aware that is not the most coherent response given what he's been asked for. The tender caress along his thigh, soothing and possessive, makes him shiver.
"Full," he adds, finding it easier though his voice is still heavy. "I can feel every inch of you, sweet boy."
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"Mm. You feel so good around every inch of me, liebling. So tight..." he mutters, giving both of his hips a squeeze as he rocks in to the hilt again, hips pressed tight to the other man's round backside. A hand wanders down again, this time along the inside of a soft brown thigh.
"I'll bet I can make you feel fuller still," Caleb nearly purrs, voice low and warm. Calloused fingers find Yussa's stiff clit, rolling it between them before they trail down further, parting his folds and rubbing over the tender, dripping entrance of his cunt. Caleb takes his time, teasing and letting Yussa hear the slick sounds of his fingers rubbing back and forth. But Caleb is impatient too, so he doesn't take too long before crooking his fingers up and pushing three in all at once, filling his cunt with them until his palm rests flat against his folds, putting pressure on his clit just as he had before.
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And while he might be anticipating what comes next, the reality of it is quite different.
Three fingers - three - push into his cunt and Yussa cries out in shocked pleasure. Soft, slick walls squeeze tight around Caleb's fingers as they slide deep, until the other man's hand is cupped against him, offering pressure against his clit while filling him up. Yussa whimpers and shifts his weight onto one forearm, freeing his other hand to reach down between his thighs. His touch is trembling as his fingers brush over Caleb's and over his own stretched opening.
For a moment, Yussa can't even conceive of moving. Then, almost unbidden, his hips rock towards his lover's hand, seeking the pressure of his palm. He murmurs something in breathless Elvish, soft and slurred.
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