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.
A dizzying cocktail of arousal and pride and pure need and entirely unrestrained inhibitions courses through Caleb as Yussa cries out beneath him, his cunt fluttering wildly around his fingers. He hears him whimper, feels how his slim fingers tremble when they explore down between his own legs to trace his opening like he can't quite believe how stretched he is. And then he moves, a jerk of his hips that seems almost instinctive, muttering slurred elvish, and Caleb could probably come just from knowing how thoroughly he's wrecked this man.
He doesn't, though. Gods, he wants to overwhelm him completely, to flood his smaller body with enough pleasure to reduce this powerful, brilliant man to a quivering, whimpering mess who mindlessly seeks more.
Breathing heavily himself, Caleb begins to move. His hips draw back and roll forward again, his cock sliding smoothly now in and out of Yussa's ass, and his fingers follow the motions, making sure both holes are stuffed full to the same rhythm. He gives the other man plenty of opportunity to grind his clit into his palm, and his hand is soon soaked, the sticky-wet noise of his fingers fucking his cunt loud and obscene.
Caleb is almost delirious. Yussa's ass feels impossibly good, but he can also feel the rocking motion of his own fingers in his cunt too, a dull pressure against the underside of his cock. He trails uncoordinated kisses across Yussa's shoulder, nuzzles into the crook of his neck as he takes his pleasure.
"If this is not full enough for you, Master Errenis," he murmurs, low and thickly accented, "I would love to watch another man fuck your tight cunt while I fill your ass. Would you like that? The two of us would worship you the way you deserve. I would sit behind you, buried deep and stroking your hard little cock, and he would lose himself quickly because your cunt feels so incredible. As long as he makes you feel good, I don't mind sharing. But this hole--" Caleb grinds forward, making sure Yussa feels every inch of him in his ass. "--is just for me."
It has been a long, long time since Yussa's done anything remotely like this. He's utterly undone and all he can do is pant for air, every breath edged with a moan. Even in toying with himself, Yussa cannot remember a time when he's felt quite like this. He can hear the slick sound of Caleb's fingers in his cunt, rocking in and out of him to match the pace he sets with his hips. He's wet and aching even as full as he is, stretched around his lover's clever fingers and his beautiful cock, and the satisfaction he feels fills the air between them.
If this were not enough, the way Caleb talks to him makes him utterly delirious. His mind flies ahead with fevered imaginings, making vivid fantasies out of what his lover purrs obscenity. He imagines Caleb at his back, just as his is now, with some unknown other taking his cunt. He doesn't know if it's the Feywild or his own delirious state of arousal, but Yussa finds he isn't opposed to the idea. Feeling the way he does now, he think he would agree to anything this man suggests.
There is something utterly debauched in the fantasy of being used like this in front of another, in the mere possibility of allowing someone else beyond his current lover to see him taken apart and offered up like a prize. To know that regardless of who else fucks him under Caleb's watch, this man is the one who gets everything else he has to offer.
The archmage clenches around his lover's fingers and his cock as Caleb grinds hard against him, pushing deep and whispering his claim. Yussa shivers almost violently beneath Caleb as he comes, hips moving weakly but urgently between the other man's fingers and his cock, thighs shaking as the mind-numbing pleasure crashes through him.
Caleb isn't sure he's ever seen Yussa quite like this, even while he'd been under the influence of a powerful concoction of ingredients making him beside himself with arousal. This desperation is different, this complete capitulation to being fucked the way Caleb wants, to being used and praised and ruined and loving it. The archmage is falling apart beneath him with every curl of his fingers and stroke of his cock and heated fantasy that spills from his lips.
"Oh," Caleb breathes, surprised and amazed as he feels Yussa shudder around him, unmistakable. "You like that."
Barely a moment later the elven wizard comes hard, his whole body shaking with the force of it. But he continues to fuck himself, to seek pleasure grinding on Caleb's hand. Caleb doesn't stop either as Yussa's walls clamp around his fingers and his ass clenches, nearly as tight as when he'd first entered him. His cock throbs heavily with impending release, dripping precome, but everything is so good he wants to hold out just a little longer, even if it means pushing Yussa into oversensitivity. That he shows no sign of wanting to stop yet is a good sign, at least.
If anything, Caleb indulges himself. He bears down on the slighter body beneath him with his own weight, chest to back, keeping Yussa's hips up and his head down. His hips move in faster, rougher thrusts that drive his cock down into the tight heat of his ass again and again and force his clit to continue grinding against his hand, fingers still buried in his cunt. Caleb pants, moaning with every other breath, though he muffles the noise into Yussa's neck, which he continues to kiss and nip at with distracted adoration.
Yussa moans Caleb's name as the other man presses down over him, pinning him and keeping him exactly where he wants him. His hips twitch and jerk and he can feel Caleb's fingers slide in and out just slightly every time. He grinds against his lover's palm, deliriously aware that Caleb's hand is coated in Yussa's own fluids.
It's almost too much. Caleb fucks hard into him and there is no escaping any of it. He can feel Caleb's cock throb inside him, can feel where it presses against fingers through the thin wall of his body. It's overwhelming. Yussa never really stops trembling beneath the younger wizard and his voice rises when he realizes he is on the cusp of coming again. Rather than trying to resist it, Yussa gives in, grinding urgently against the heel of Caleb's hand as the stretched walls of is cunt tighten and flutter around his fingers, trying to milk them. He spasms beneath the other man, feeling beyond control as he falls apart again.
Yussa whites out, briefly unaware of absolutely anything outside of his own body and the intense pleasure and overstimulation washing through him. His golden eyes are open but unfocused, lips parted as he pants hard for air. His body feels like it is beyond his control, utterly at Caleb's mercy. It's by the grace of the fact that his lover is thoroughly buried inside him that he doesn't just collapse.
There is something utterly intoxicating about making this man, who is Caleb's senior colleague with centuries more experience, powerful and beautiful and to most people untouchable, completely lose control, moaning his name as he's fucked to near incoherence. The satisfaction of it comes with a not insignificant portion of possessiveness and pride. He is the only one who sees Yussa Errenis this way, who could drive that brilliant and stoic man out of his mind with pleasure, who could reduce him to this shameless creature, coming not just once, but twice in quick succession between his cock and his fingers.
Caleb groans, the sound dragged up from his chest as Yussa's body spasms under him again, everything tight and clutching, pulsing, working and coaxing and pleading for Caleb’s own climax. He can practically feel the flow of energy around them, the pull from the elf beneath him. Yussa is boneless, completely given over to him, completely his, and Caleb comes with that potent thought on his mind.
His wrist tilts, fingers twisting in Yussa's cunt to rub firmly against his walls, enough that Caleb can feel it against his cock as it throbs out his release buried to the hilt in his ass. His hips twitch back and forth lightly with the ebb and flow of the bone-deep consuming pleasure of it, amplified by the Feywild's power. He gasps against his lover's shoulder, occasionally even full phrases in Zemnian. "Gods, Yussa, how do you do this to me?""I am yours. I want to call you mine."
It is all he can do, when he is finished, to ease his fingers from his cunt and pull his cock out of his ass so that they can both collapse onto the blanket. Caleb doesn't deny himself the thrill of watching his seed drip from both his holes.
Another ragged, hoarse cry drags from his throat as Caleb twists his fingers, applying more pressure and making him desperately aware of every pulse and throb of Caleb's cock as he comes. It's intense, it leaves him utterly inarticulate. Yussa doesn't think it's possible for him to get off again, but that doesn't lessen the satisfaction of knowing he's been so thoroughly claimed. He can hear his lover babbling against his shoulder in Zemnian, catching words here and there but uncomprehending otherwise. Yussa, he hears. Mine.
When Caleb finally pulls his fingers free, Yussa whimpers at the emptiness that is left behind. It's only amplified by the loss of his cock as well, and he knows that it's Caleb's come he can feel dripping from him, mixed with his own slick release.
No longer supported, Yussa collapses to the blankets. His knees are still splayed wide, leaving him on full display as he trembles and twitches in the aftermath of this delirious pleasure. The archmage of Tidepeak tower lays there, bare and sweating and covered in come and bruises in the shape of his human lover's hands and mouth. He thinks he should move, close his legs, but the thought dissolves just as quickly. Right now, he isn't sure he can summon the strength or coordination to even roll onto his side.
Caleb is exhausted, sore, messy, but that is nothing compared to Yussa. He's collapsed right next to him, laying on his side. He rubs a warm, soothing hand slowly up and down his lover's spine, murmuring soft nonsense and lewd praise in Zemnian as he admires his handiwork. This is the image he's going to call to mind when he wants to get himself off for the rest of his life. Yussa is a trembling, twitching mess, collapsed and wordless and leaking his come. As far as goals go, he'd accomplished this one quite thoroughly.
Apparently his cock agrees he's done well enough, because it's gradually growing soft at last. Caleb is grateful for that, if only because it seems like his partner quite literally could not manage another round, unless he wanted to just lay there on his stomach while Caleb has his way with him.
...which is not a bad idea, necessarily, but Caleb would want it to feel good for him, and it seems as though he's probably past that point.
He leans in to press a kiss to the top of his head, and finally manages to switch his brain back into Common.
"You don't have to speak," he says softly, "but I would like to hold you. Is it okay for me to move you, liebling?"
The way he feels mingles with the influence of the Feywild and it leaves Yussa feeling a bit like he's floating. He's grateful for the solidness of the ground beneath him, though, giving him reassurance that he isn't. He can hear Caleb off to his side, murmuring in Zemnian as he recovers. Yussa's eyes flutter closed as a gentle hand strokes over his back.
He manages to nod in answer to the question, grateful that he isn't being asked to speak yet. Yussa is not entirely sure he can move himself, but Caleb is more than welcome to do it for him.
Wrung out as he is, Yussa can't help the quiet whine that escapes him when Caleb does move him. He is utterly boneless, unable to help support himself just yet, though he does try. His golden skin is still flushed and warm, white hair damp and clinging to his face.
Gods, he really is in a state, and Caleb is the one who put him there. He says a quiet thank you when the other man agrees with a weak nod to be moved, and he is as gentle as he can be while he does so. Caleb is not so strong, but Yussa is not so big either, and he manages without too much trouble to at least shift him onto his side, where he can wrap his arms around him and pull him close, soothing him when he whines at the slight jostling. One loops beneath him around his waist and the other hand brushes the clinging strands of hair from his face before it settles on his ass, that possessiveness remaining even as Caleb treats him with unwavering tenderness.
Finding his slightly parted lips impossible to resist, he them first, soft and slow, licking into his mouth regardless of whether or not Yussa is able to actively return it. From there he trails kisses along the elven wizard's warm skin down his neck and over his collarbone, which he grazes his teeth over and sucks on ever so gently.
"I adore you," he murmurs, any hesitation removed by the strange energy of this place. "It is no wonder I want you constantly when you make me feel like this."
Yussa eases onto his side with Caleb's help and coaxing and he curls close to the other man as a warm, soothing hand strokes through his hair and down his back. Another little sound escapes as it rests over the curve of his ass, holding onto him and yet gentle.
He doesn't resist the kiss Caleb gives him, but he does tilt his head toward it, welcoming the sweep of his lover's tongue. Yussa rests his head again, eyes drifting shut as Caleb continues down his neck and over his collar, where works on leaving a faint mark. Yussa summons the strength to stroke his fingers into Caleb's hair, his hand resting there heavily.
The confession earns a tired smile and the elf tips his head down to kiss Caleb's hair.
"You are dear to me," he says quietly, voice soft and wrecked. It isn't something he would be compelled to confess so soon, but he suspects that, too, is the Feywild's influence. Well, it's been said now. He won't deny it.
Surprised and moved that Yussa has stirred even enough to stroke his hair or sweetly kiss his head in response, Caleb is startled to hear his voice, even quiet and distinctly rough.
His own confession couldn't have come as much of a surprise. He's been calling Yussa by specific Zemnian terms of endearment in bed (and occasionally out of bed) for nearly as long as they have been involved, and he knows he hasn't been subtle about his affection or his admiration. But to have the sentiment returned in Yussa's way makes him giddy, heart leaping in his chest. He kisses his neck again, then his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth.
"I am happy to hear it." He sounds happy, warm and fond and even a little eager, despite how tired he is. He'd known Yussa was fond of him. There is no way he would actually desire his presence, let alone want to share all of the intimacies they have--both sexual and otherwise--if he wasn't. But being dear to him is more than that. It feels like more, at least.
After all of that, it is also reassuring. Sex here, particularly that last time, has been incredible, but intense. It seemed clear that Yussa was enjoying it immensely, but Caleb has always liked to talk afterward, even if it is only a few words of confirmation.
His hand slides down over Caleb's cheek, pushing with what strength he can muster to guide him into another kiss. Uncoordinated, soft, but sentimental all the same. When they part again, Yussa sighs and tucks against Caleb. He's exhausted, and while he is somewhat concerned that they shouldn't sleep here, he can't... remember how to get back to where they were. There has to be a way.
His fingers brush lightly over Caleb's chest.
"Do you need to rest?" he asks after a moment. If Caleb is feeling hale enough, perhaps he can keep watch while Yussa takes a bit of time to recover. Once he's done that, he can make a more concerted effort to find a way back out of this little pocket of the Feywild.
Oh, this is nice. A small smile lingers on Caleb's lips after the kiss breaks, and he holds Yussa close, nuzzling down into his hair.
"I do," he admits reluctantly. Whatever effect is responsible for his enhanced virility has left him utterly exhausted now that it seems to have faded. "All of that wore me out quite a bit. But I can put up a dome so that we can rest without worrying about what might sneak up on us."
It's the least he can do, and it feels like it isn't enough. He is the reason they had to stop at all--because he was susceptible to the influence of something here. And though the immediate need for sex has faded, he still doesn't feel entirely like himself.
He'd completely forgotten about Caleb's dome. Yussa has been reluctant to cast too much in here, but the dome is a reasonable protection and so he nods when Caleb offers it. He wants to sleep. He doesn't think he'll need very long, but the dome will ensure nothing gets to them in the meantime and it will allow Caleb to fully rest as well.
Yussa stays awake long enough to be sure that Caleb has no trouble casting.
Once the dome is up, however, the archmage allows himself to drift off, giving in to the exhaustion pulling at him - also seemingly more potent here in the Feywild, or perhaps just a testament to how thoroughly Caleb Widogast can wear him out.
Caleb manages the ten-minute ritual cast to get the dome up around them without anything getting too weird, followed by a few casts of prestidigitation to get them both cleaned up. Yussa has already slipped into his rest by the time he's finished, asleep rather than trancing. He doesn't resist being gathered close again, and in fact he barely stirs when Caleb guides his head to rest against his shoulder.
Exhaustion only seems to have crept up more heavily as the minutes passed, and with Yussa against him, warm and familiar, it takes barely any time at all for him to fall asleep.
When he is woken several hours later, it is still as dark as it was before but for the golden lights in the branches above them, and nothing in their vicinity seems to have changed. Caleb blinks once, blearily, then closes his eyes again, determined to go back to sleep. But what's woken him isn't external--it's his own body. Still barely awake, Caleb registers the insistent ache of arousal. He's hard again, likely has been for some time. His erection is trapped between his stomach and Yussa's, perhaps even encouraged by the occasional friction of skin in sleep.
Yussa hasn't stirred. He still doesn't when Caleb reaches between them and angles his cock between his thighs instead, grinding along his slit. He's no longer soaked as he was earlier, but far from dry. His folds are pleasantly slick, especially around his entrance, and flushed hot with arousal. He can feel how stiff his clit is, pressed against his cock. Caleb's hips roll slowly, mindlessly, barely considering what he does beyond the immediate need to relieve this ache. Yussa is soft and pliant against him, clearly aroused also, and Caleb can't see why he shouldn't find some relief this way.
He is gentle as he shifts them both, though he doesn't pay much mind to whether he wakes Yussa or doesn't. But it isn't difficult to move him from his side onto his back, and even less to roll on top of him between his legs. Caleb tucks his face into the warm skin between his neck and shoulder. Heavy breathing becomes a soft, relieved grunt as he lines up his cock and pushes into his cunt without much thought, a possessiveness that barely considers--or cares--if Yussa is still asleep or not. There's no pause as he begins to fuck him, muffling soft, sleepy moans against his neck as he enjoys how it feels to stretch his tight walls with these first few thrusts.
Yussa is pliant beneath Caleb's touch, still wet as his hard cock slides between his thighs. A soft sigh escapes as the younger man rolls him onto his back, but there's no resistance and little reaction until Caleb pushes into him. Yussa takes a sharper breath and one leg moves, thigh pressing against Caleb's hip as the other man takes him. He can feel Caleb's body above his, the warmth of his breath against his neck, but most of all the perfect slide of his cock as it fills him with every thrust.
Still feeling heavy and barely awake, Yussa pushes his fingers into Caleb's hair, cradling his head. It feels good and the archmage's breathing changes as his arousal builds and responds to Caleb's. Soft lips part and Yussa gets flushed. His fingers twitch against the back of Caleb's head.
Yussa feels himself slip further towards consciousness, not awake but no longer asleep. Aware enough to know what is happening and to know that he wants it, even if higher thought is beyond him. There's a feverish flash of thought that this is what he is for, to sate and be sated by this man. Ridiculous in the grand scheme of his life, but there in their little bubble in this corner of the Feywild, with intense desire and indulgence filling the air around them, it's easy to think and believe.
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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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He doesn't, though. Gods, he wants to overwhelm him completely, to flood his smaller body with enough pleasure to reduce this powerful, brilliant man to a quivering, whimpering mess who mindlessly seeks more.
Breathing heavily himself, Caleb begins to move. His hips draw back and roll forward again, his cock sliding smoothly now in and out of Yussa's ass, and his fingers follow the motions, making sure both holes are stuffed full to the same rhythm. He gives the other man plenty of opportunity to grind his clit into his palm, and his hand is soon soaked, the sticky-wet noise of his fingers fucking his cunt loud and obscene.
Caleb is almost delirious. Yussa's ass feels impossibly good, but he can also feel the rocking motion of his own fingers in his cunt too, a dull pressure against the underside of his cock. He trails uncoordinated kisses across Yussa's shoulder, nuzzles into the crook of his neck as he takes his pleasure.
"If this is not full enough for you, Master Errenis," he murmurs, low and thickly accented, "I would love to watch another man fuck your tight cunt while I fill your ass. Would you like that? The two of us would worship you the way you deserve. I would sit behind you, buried deep and stroking your hard little cock, and he would lose himself quickly because your cunt feels so incredible. As long as he makes you feel good, I don't mind sharing. But this hole--" Caleb grinds forward, making sure Yussa feels every inch of him in his ass. "--is just for me."
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If this were not enough, the way Caleb talks to him makes him utterly delirious. His mind flies ahead with fevered imaginings, making vivid fantasies out of what his lover purrs obscenity. He imagines Caleb at his back, just as his is now, with some unknown other taking his cunt. He doesn't know if it's the Feywild or his own delirious state of arousal, but Yussa finds he isn't opposed to the idea. Feeling the way he does now, he think he would agree to anything this man suggests.
There is something utterly debauched in the fantasy of being used like this in front of another, in the mere possibility of allowing someone else beyond his current lover to see him taken apart and offered up like a prize. To know that regardless of who else fucks him under Caleb's watch, this man is the one who gets everything else he has to offer.
The archmage clenches around his lover's fingers and his cock as Caleb grinds hard against him, pushing deep and whispering his claim. Yussa shivers almost violently beneath Caleb as he comes, hips moving weakly but urgently between the other man's fingers and his cock, thighs shaking as the mind-numbing pleasure crashes through him.
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"Oh," Caleb breathes, surprised and amazed as he feels Yussa shudder around him, unmistakable. "You like that."
Barely a moment later the elven wizard comes hard, his whole body shaking with the force of it. But he continues to fuck himself, to seek pleasure grinding on Caleb's hand. Caleb doesn't stop either as Yussa's walls clamp around his fingers and his ass clenches, nearly as tight as when he'd first entered him. His cock throbs heavily with impending release, dripping precome, but everything is so good he wants to hold out just a little longer, even if it means pushing Yussa into oversensitivity. That he shows no sign of wanting to stop yet is a good sign, at least.
If anything, Caleb indulges himself. He bears down on the slighter body beneath him with his own weight, chest to back, keeping Yussa's hips up and his head down. His hips move in faster, rougher thrusts that drive his cock down into the tight heat of his ass again and again and force his clit to continue grinding against his hand, fingers still buried in his cunt. Caleb pants, moaning with every other breath, though he muffles the noise into Yussa's neck, which he continues to kiss and nip at with distracted adoration.
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It's almost too much. Caleb fucks hard into him and there is no escaping any of it. He can feel Caleb's cock throb inside him, can feel where it presses against fingers through the thin wall of his body. It's overwhelming. Yussa never really stops trembling beneath the younger wizard and his voice rises when he realizes he is on the cusp of coming again. Rather than trying to resist it, Yussa gives in, grinding urgently against the heel of Caleb's hand as the stretched walls of is cunt tighten and flutter around his fingers, trying to milk them. He spasms beneath the other man, feeling beyond control as he falls apart again.
Yussa whites out, briefly unaware of absolutely anything outside of his own body and the intense pleasure and overstimulation washing through him. His golden eyes are open but unfocused, lips parted as he pants hard for air. His body feels like it is beyond his control, utterly at Caleb's mercy. It's by the grace of the fact that his lover is thoroughly buried inside him that he doesn't just collapse.
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Caleb groans, the sound dragged up from his chest as Yussa's body spasms under him again, everything tight and clutching, pulsing, working and coaxing and pleading for Caleb’s own climax. He can practically feel the flow of energy around them, the pull from the elf beneath him. Yussa is boneless, completely given over to him, completely his, and Caleb comes with that potent thought on his mind.
His wrist tilts, fingers twisting in Yussa's cunt to rub firmly against his walls, enough that Caleb can feel it against his cock as it throbs out his release buried to the hilt in his ass. His hips twitch back and forth lightly with the ebb and flow of the bone-deep consuming pleasure of it, amplified by the Feywild's power. He gasps against his lover's shoulder, occasionally even full phrases in Zemnian. "Gods, Yussa, how do you do this to me?" "I am yours. I want to call you mine."
It is all he can do, when he is finished, to ease his fingers from his cunt and pull his cock out of his ass so that they can both collapse onto the blanket. Caleb doesn't deny himself the thrill of watching his seed drip from both his holes.
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When Caleb finally pulls his fingers free, Yussa whimpers at the emptiness that is left behind. It's only amplified by the loss of his cock as well, and he knows that it's Caleb's come he can feel dripping from him, mixed with his own slick release.
No longer supported, Yussa collapses to the blankets. His knees are still splayed wide, leaving him on full display as he trembles and twitches in the aftermath of this delirious pleasure. The archmage of Tidepeak tower lays there, bare and sweating and covered in come and bruises in the shape of his human lover's hands and mouth. He thinks he should move, close his legs, but the thought dissolves just as quickly. Right now, he isn't sure he can summon the strength or coordination to even roll onto his side.
All he can do is lay there and breathe.
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Apparently his cock agrees he's done well enough, because it's gradually growing soft at last. Caleb is grateful for that, if only because it seems like his partner quite literally could not manage another round, unless he wanted to just lay there on his stomach while Caleb has his way with him.
...which is not a bad idea, necessarily, but Caleb would want it to feel good for him, and it seems as though he's probably past that point.
He leans in to press a kiss to the top of his head, and finally manages to switch his brain back into Common.
"You don't have to speak," he says softly, "but I would like to hold you. Is it okay for me to move you, liebling?"
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He manages to nod in answer to the question, grateful that he isn't being asked to speak yet. Yussa is not entirely sure he can move himself, but Caleb is more than welcome to do it for him.
Wrung out as he is, Yussa can't help the quiet whine that escapes him when Caleb does move him. He is utterly boneless, unable to help support himself just yet, though he does try. His golden skin is still flushed and warm, white hair damp and clinging to his face.
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Finding his slightly parted lips impossible to resist, he them first, soft and slow, licking into his mouth regardless of whether or not Yussa is able to actively return it. From there he trails kisses along the elven wizard's warm skin down his neck and over his collarbone, which he grazes his teeth over and sucks on ever so gently.
"I adore you," he murmurs, any hesitation removed by the strange energy of this place. "It is no wonder I want you constantly when you make me feel like this."
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He doesn't resist the kiss Caleb gives him, but he does tilt his head toward it, welcoming the sweep of his lover's tongue. Yussa rests his head again, eyes drifting shut as Caleb continues down his neck and over his collar, where works on leaving a faint mark. Yussa summons the strength to stroke his fingers into Caleb's hair, his hand resting there heavily.
The confession earns a tired smile and the elf tips his head down to kiss Caleb's hair.
"You are dear to me," he says quietly, voice soft and wrecked. It isn't something he would be compelled to confess so soon, but he suspects that, too, is the Feywild's influence. Well, it's been said now. He won't deny it.
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His own confession couldn't have come as much of a surprise. He's been calling Yussa by specific Zemnian terms of endearment in bed (and occasionally out of bed) for nearly as long as they have been involved, and he knows he hasn't been subtle about his affection or his admiration. But to have the sentiment returned in Yussa's way makes him giddy, heart leaping in his chest. He kisses his neck again, then his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth.
"I am happy to hear it." He sounds happy, warm and fond and even a little eager, despite how tired he is. He'd known Yussa was fond of him. There is no way he would actually desire his presence, let alone want to share all of the intimacies they have--both sexual and otherwise--if he wasn't. But being dear to him is more than that. It feels like more, at least.
After all of that, it is also reassuring. Sex here, particularly that last time, has been incredible, but intense. It seemed clear that Yussa was enjoying it immensely, but Caleb has always liked to talk afterward, even if it is only a few words of confirmation.
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His fingers brush lightly over Caleb's chest.
"Do you need to rest?" he asks after a moment. If Caleb is feeling hale enough, perhaps he can keep watch while Yussa takes a bit of time to recover. Once he's done that, he can make a more concerted effort to find a way back out of this little pocket of the Feywild.
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"I do," he admits reluctantly. Whatever effect is responsible for his enhanced virility has left him utterly exhausted now that it seems to have faded. "All of that wore me out quite a bit. But I can put up a dome so that we can rest without worrying about what might sneak up on us."
It's the least he can do, and it feels like it isn't enough. He is the reason they had to stop at all--because he was susceptible to the influence of something here. And though the immediate need for sex has faded, he still doesn't feel entirely like himself.
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Yussa stays awake long enough to be sure that Caleb has no trouble casting.
Once the dome is up, however, the archmage allows himself to drift off, giving in to the exhaustion pulling at him - also seemingly more potent here in the Feywild, or perhaps just a testament to how thoroughly Caleb Widogast can wear him out.
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Exhaustion only seems to have crept up more heavily as the minutes passed, and with Yussa against him, warm and familiar, it takes barely any time at all for him to fall asleep.
When he is woken several hours later, it is still as dark as it was before but for the golden lights in the branches above them, and nothing in their vicinity seems to have changed. Caleb blinks once, blearily, then closes his eyes again, determined to go back to sleep. But what's woken him isn't external--it's his own body. Still barely awake, Caleb registers the insistent ache of arousal. He's hard again, likely has been for some time. His erection is trapped between his stomach and Yussa's, perhaps even encouraged by the occasional friction of skin in sleep.
Yussa hasn't stirred. He still doesn't when Caleb reaches between them and angles his cock between his thighs instead, grinding along his slit. He's no longer soaked as he was earlier, but far from dry. His folds are pleasantly slick, especially around his entrance, and flushed hot with arousal. He can feel how stiff his clit is, pressed against his cock. Caleb's hips roll slowly, mindlessly, barely considering what he does beyond the immediate need to relieve this ache. Yussa is soft and pliant against him, clearly aroused also, and Caleb can't see why he shouldn't find some relief this way.
He is gentle as he shifts them both, though he doesn't pay much mind to whether he wakes Yussa or doesn't. But it isn't difficult to move him from his side onto his back, and even less to roll on top of him between his legs. Caleb tucks his face into the warm skin between his neck and shoulder. Heavy breathing becomes a soft, relieved grunt as he lines up his cock and pushes into his cunt without much thought, a possessiveness that barely considers--or cares--if Yussa is still asleep or not. There's no pause as he begins to fuck him, muffling soft, sleepy moans against his neck as he enjoys how it feels to stretch his tight walls with these first few thrusts.
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Still feeling heavy and barely awake, Yussa pushes his fingers into Caleb's hair, cradling his head. It feels good and the archmage's breathing changes as his arousal builds and responds to Caleb's. Soft lips part and Yussa gets flushed. His fingers twitch against the back of Caleb's head.
Yussa feels himself slip further towards consciousness, not awake but no longer asleep. Aware enough to know what is happening and to know that he wants it, even if higher thought is beyond him. There's a feverish flash of thought that this is what he is for, to sate and be sated by this man. Ridiculous in the grand scheme of his life, but there in their little bubble in this corner of the Feywild, with intense desire and indulgence filling the air around them, it's easy to think and believe.
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