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In true Mighty Nein fashion, he'd informed Wensforth of his impending arrival about ten seconds before he actually arrived. But the goblin, busy with his own tasks, had little to say beyond that he would find his master in the sitting room at this hour, and Caleb no longer needs help to be let out of the teleportation chamber. The sitting room is one he knows very well how to find, and is almost always unlocked. Such is the case today. But when he enters, the sitting room is quiet, awash in the red-orange-gold of a Nicodranas sunset spilling in from the open balcony. But Yussa is present. He's draped over a chaise on the far side of the room near the balcony doors, eyes closed and pose reminiscent of sleep. As Caleb comes closer, he can tell from his measured, even breathing and the serene expression on his face that he is trancing.
Though his robes are lighter weight and more casual than his normal attire--an outfit for relaxation rather than having company, Caleb concludes--they are still ornate and beautiful, spilling across the chaise and arranged artfully around Yussa's slender form. He is stunning to behold even like this, and Caleb lowers himself to sit on the edge of the lounge, reaching out to brush a few soft white curls from his face with a tender caress that lingers to trace the sharp line of his cheekbone. With similar affection, Caleb leans over him to kiss his forehead, then the soft crow's feet at the corner of his eye, and then his lips directly.
Though his lips are familiar, it is unlike any other kiss they have shared, as it is entirely one-sided. Yussa's mouth is soft and pliant and opens without resistance as Caleb presses his tongue inside, feeling an illicit thrill as he does so. It lasts only long enough for Caleb to taste his warmth and the familiar spice of the tea he prefers, but the thrill lingers, tingling across Caleb's skin and making his heart beat faster in his chest.
He withdraws only far enough to lay his hand against the dip of Yussa's waist, thumb rubbing back and forth against the smooth fabric thoughtfully. They had a conversation once--a rather dirty conversation, in the midst of doing something rather dirty--that sticks out now in Caleb's mind, as Yussa had strongly indicated that he was intrigued by the idea of sex during his trance, while he would be aware of what is happening and able to enjoy it, but unable to reciprocate, leaving his partner--Caleb specifically, in the context of their discussion--free to enjoy him however he might please.
The idea was arousing then, and it is even more so now, when the opportunity to test this theory of theirs has presented itself. Caleb's teeth scrape across his bottom lip. He traces the silk sash around Yussa's waist until he finds the knot holding it in place and begins to pick it apart with careful, dexterous fingers.
"I am going to take a few liberties with you today, my friend," he murmurs, leaning down far enough for his lips brush the pointed tip of Yussa's ear. "But I think you will like that. And I assume that if you do not, you will wake and tell me so."
Though his robes are lighter weight and more casual than his normal attire--an outfit for relaxation rather than having company, Caleb concludes--they are still ornate and beautiful, spilling across the chaise and arranged artfully around Yussa's slender form. He is stunning to behold even like this, and Caleb lowers himself to sit on the edge of the lounge, reaching out to brush a few soft white curls from his face with a tender caress that lingers to trace the sharp line of his cheekbone. With similar affection, Caleb leans over him to kiss his forehead, then the soft crow's feet at the corner of his eye, and then his lips directly.
Though his lips are familiar, it is unlike any other kiss they have shared, as it is entirely one-sided. Yussa's mouth is soft and pliant and opens without resistance as Caleb presses his tongue inside, feeling an illicit thrill as he does so. It lasts only long enough for Caleb to taste his warmth and the familiar spice of the tea he prefers, but the thrill lingers, tingling across Caleb's skin and making his heart beat faster in his chest.
He withdraws only far enough to lay his hand against the dip of Yussa's waist, thumb rubbing back and forth against the smooth fabric thoughtfully. They had a conversation once--a rather dirty conversation, in the midst of doing something rather dirty--that sticks out now in Caleb's mind, as Yussa had strongly indicated that he was intrigued by the idea of sex during his trance, while he would be aware of what is happening and able to enjoy it, but unable to reciprocate, leaving his partner--Caleb specifically, in the context of their discussion--free to enjoy him however he might please.
The idea was arousing then, and it is even more so now, when the opportunity to test this theory of theirs has presented itself. Caleb's teeth scrape across his bottom lip. He traces the silk sash around Yussa's waist until he finds the knot holding it in place and begins to pick it apart with careful, dexterous fingers.
"I am going to take a few liberties with you today, my friend," he murmurs, leaning down far enough for his lips brush the pointed tip of Yussa's ear. "But I think you will like that. And I assume that if you do not, you will wake and tell me so."
By now, Caleb Widogast has proven himself a worthy colleague and, indeed, a friend. While Yussa still maintains considerable control over the comings and goings of others in or around his tower, the Zemnian wizard has gained the key out of the teleportation room and Yussa's leave to use rooms he can access. Caleb will certainly know when something is off limits, if he can find it at all.
Yussa has worked for the better part of the day; in the fading afternoon, he'd settled down to trance, relaxed among his cushions on the wide chaise. There's the faintest flicker of awareness that someone else is present, but the question of who is soon enough answered by familiar touch and a familiar scent. The kiss feels different, but not at all unpleasant. His lips part beneath the pressure of Caleb's and it's strange to be so passive, yet utterly aware. It feels good when Caleb's tongue sweeps into his mouth, but it is all too brief. Given the relative safety of his tower and the company, Yussa doesn't feel particularly compelled to cut his trance short. Caleb can certainly entertain himself for another hour or two.
Of course, he isn't expecting that he will be part of the entertainment, but he is faintly aware of the light tug and pull of his sash being untied. And then that warm, familiar voice drips wickedness in his ear and Yussa's body responds with a rush of arousal. He feels it like a warm ripple. Oh.
No, he doesn't think he will be waking any time soon. He's far too interested in seeing where this goes.
Yussa has worked for the better part of the day; in the fading afternoon, he'd settled down to trance, relaxed among his cushions on the wide chaise. There's the faintest flicker of awareness that someone else is present, but the question of who is soon enough answered by familiar touch and a familiar scent. The kiss feels different, but not at all unpleasant. His lips part beneath the pressure of Caleb's and it's strange to be so passive, yet utterly aware. It feels good when Caleb's tongue sweeps into his mouth, but it is all too brief. Given the relative safety of his tower and the company, Yussa doesn't feel particularly compelled to cut his trance short. Caleb can certainly entertain himself for another hour or two.
Of course, he isn't expecting that he will be part of the entertainment, but he is faintly aware of the light tug and pull of his sash being untied. And then that warm, familiar voice drips wickedness in his ear and Yussa's body responds with a rush of arousal. He feels it like a warm ripple. Oh.
No, he doesn't think he will be waking any time soon. He's far too interested in seeing where this goes.
Once Caleb has untied the sash he lets the ends drape loose across the lounge in favor of peeling back Yussa's robe to reveal the layer beneath it. His attire today is much simpler than usual, as Caleb would not normally find his tunic and trousers (the bottommost layer of clothing, usually) until he's removed several over- and under-robes in various weights and lengths and fabrics and undone at least six hidden ties and clasps--he's counted several times. Elven wizards, he has concluded, love their complicated fashions, and he cannot blame them for it when they always look so good.
But this is Yussa at his most relaxed, and again he is reminded that he is only able to see this, to do this, because Yussa trusts him enough to permit it. The rush of fondness that comes with that thought demands that he bend to kiss him again, even if Yussa can't reciprocate. But Caleb enjoys the softness of his lips anyway, parts them again to kiss him deeper as his fingers make quick work of the gold buttons holding the front of his linen tunic closed.
When Caleb slowly breaks their kiss--his kiss, really--and opens this layer, there is nothing at all beneath but the beautiful brown skin of Yussa's torso. His thin chest rises and falls gently with the measured breathing of his trance and the sunset lights him beautifully, deepening the color of his already warm-toned skin. With him laying mostly on his back it is easy for Caleb to skim his fingers lightly, reverently in a line from his clavicle all the way down to his navel, between the soft points of his pert breasts, comfortably unbound today.
"Gorgeous," he says aloud, voice hushed despite being the only other person in the room--likely the only other person for a dozen floors. "You never fail to take my breath away."
Intellectually he is aware that Yussa can hear and understand him, but it's also much easier to let his mouth run while the other wizard cannot respond.
Reluctantly, he lifts his hand from where it rests low on Yussa's stomach to start removing his own clothing, perfunctory and methodical. He sheds his coat, boots, book holster, component pouch, socks, belt, and finally his shirt, leaving him in only his trousers. All wind up on or near the closest chair. Caleb is wearing less than Yussa by the time he returns to him, but that won't last long, as the first thing he does when he kneels over him is begin to slide his soft pants off his hips and down his legs, movements slow and careful, as if Yussa really was asleep.
But this is Yussa at his most relaxed, and again he is reminded that he is only able to see this, to do this, because Yussa trusts him enough to permit it. The rush of fondness that comes with that thought demands that he bend to kiss him again, even if Yussa can't reciprocate. But Caleb enjoys the softness of his lips anyway, parts them again to kiss him deeper as his fingers make quick work of the gold buttons holding the front of his linen tunic closed.
When Caleb slowly breaks their kiss--his kiss, really--and opens this layer, there is nothing at all beneath but the beautiful brown skin of Yussa's torso. His thin chest rises and falls gently with the measured breathing of his trance and the sunset lights him beautifully, deepening the color of his already warm-toned skin. With him laying mostly on his back it is easy for Caleb to skim his fingers lightly, reverently in a line from his clavicle all the way down to his navel, between the soft points of his pert breasts, comfortably unbound today.
"Gorgeous," he says aloud, voice hushed despite being the only other person in the room--likely the only other person for a dozen floors. "You never fail to take my breath away."
Intellectually he is aware that Yussa can hear and understand him, but it's also much easier to let his mouth run while the other wizard cannot respond.
Reluctantly, he lifts his hand from where it rests low on Yussa's stomach to start removing his own clothing, perfunctory and methodical. He sheds his coat, boots, book holster, component pouch, socks, belt, and finally his shirt, leaving him in only his trousers. All wind up on or near the closest chair. Caleb is wearing less than Yussa by the time he returns to him, but that won't last long, as the first thing he does when he kneels over him is begin to slide his soft pants off his hips and down his legs, movements slow and careful, as if Yussa really was asleep.
He can feel the fondness in Caleb's kiss, or maybe it's in the way the other man touches him. The air in the room is fresh and warm, windows left open to allow the breeze off the sea through. Yussa can feel it against his skin as fabric falls away, leaving him bare to Caleb's eyes and hands. There's a faint rush of goosebumps that rise and fade again, though his dark nipples remain quite firm. He's liked the way Caleb touches him from the start, and even now there is something exciting in the light caress down the middle of his torso. His breathing remains deep and even, his trance undisturbed.
Caleb's voice is warm in his mind, filling his awareness in a different way without the usual rush of consciousness and all the thoughts that come with it. All there is now is his voice, his touch. Yussa would like to think he's beyond needing or desiring praise, but Caleb is always so free with it. He finds it rather endearing.
He can hear the rustle of fabric and all the familiar sounds of Caleb undressing. Yussa lets himself see that in his mind's eye, built from memory, since he is unwilling to wake enough to see the reality for himself. Not yet. The pale skin, the faint freckles, the human ruggedness he's teased Caleb about before.
Another rush of chills races across his skin as the other man draws his trousers off, the fabric brushing down his legs in a way that tantalizes. The care Caleb takes is achingly familiar, and Yussa is pleased he's come to visit. He will have to make that exceedingly clear later.
Caleb's voice is warm in his mind, filling his awareness in a different way without the usual rush of consciousness and all the thoughts that come with it. All there is now is his voice, his touch. Yussa would like to think he's beyond needing or desiring praise, but Caleb is always so free with it. He finds it rather endearing.
He can hear the rustle of fabric and all the familiar sounds of Caleb undressing. Yussa lets himself see that in his mind's eye, built from memory, since he is unwilling to wake enough to see the reality for himself. Not yet. The pale skin, the faint freckles, the human ruggedness he's teased Caleb about before.
Another rush of chills races across his skin as the other man draws his trousers off, the fabric brushing down his legs in a way that tantalizes. The care Caleb takes is achingly familiar, and Yussa is pleased he's come to visit. He will have to make that exceedingly clear later.
Discarding Yussa's pants, Caleb is left with so much supple skin to explore that he hardly knows where to begin. There is still one last tantalizing bit of fabric between Yussa's legs, but Caleb leaves that for now. He thumbs open the front of his own trousers, pushing them down just far enough to palm over his cock through his smallclothes. His grip is firm--it has to be--as he pulls Yussa's thighs apart far enough that he can get between them. With hands and then forearms braced on the cushion on both sides of Yussa's slim shoulders, Caleb lowers himself down to lay over him, covering the elven wizard's smaller body with his.
Though he knows it is the entire point of this encounter, he really does feel like he is taking advantage when he begins grinding his growing erection between Yussa's legs against the thin fabric covering him and the heat he can feel seeping from beneath. He moans softly, stealing kisses from Yussa's warm, yielding mouth again and again. Yussa is beautiful and docile, and seems entirely unaware of Caleb using his body while he rests, though Caleb knows that isn't the case. Still, Caleb is, as he'd said, taking liberties, and will take far more before long. That inherent sense of getting away with doing something he shouldn't has him wound up quickly, flushed and thrumming with arousal. His cock grinds along Yussa's slit, he can feel his stiff nipples pressed against his chest, and he murmurs soft praise against his sweet, slack mouth in Zemnian.
Though Tidepeak Tower is about as private as it is possible to get, it still feels strangely illicit to do this here in the sitting room, of all places. They've never had sex in this room before, the space in which Yussa hosts all of his guests, the Nein included. Caleb will never be able to look at this chaise again without remembering this.
Though he knows it is the entire point of this encounter, he really does feel like he is taking advantage when he begins grinding his growing erection between Yussa's legs against the thin fabric covering him and the heat he can feel seeping from beneath. He moans softly, stealing kisses from Yussa's warm, yielding mouth again and again. Yussa is beautiful and docile, and seems entirely unaware of Caleb using his body while he rests, though Caleb knows that isn't the case. Still, Caleb is, as he'd said, taking liberties, and will take far more before long. That inherent sense of getting away with doing something he shouldn't has him wound up quickly, flushed and thrumming with arousal. His cock grinds along Yussa's slit, he can feel his stiff nipples pressed against his chest, and he murmurs soft praise against his sweet, slack mouth in Zemnian.
Though Tidepeak Tower is about as private as it is possible to get, it still feels strangely illicit to do this here in the sitting room, of all places. They've never had sex in this room before, the space in which Yussa hosts all of his guests, the Nein included. Caleb will never be able to look at this chaise again without remembering this.
The firm pressure of Caleb's hands on his thighs shouldn't be so exciting, but it is. As is the warmth of the other man's body above his own as Caleb settles on top of him. He knows that Caleb is quite average for a human, but he towers over Yussa, and he's always found that difference rather appealing.
He can feel Caleb's cock getting hard against him as the other wizard rocks against his body. The pressure of each kiss is tantalizing as is the sweep of Caleb's tongue when he decides he wants a deeper taste. Even in his trance, Yussa can feel his pulse quicken as Caleb grinds against him. There's still fabric between them, he can feel that, and it drags against sensitive flesh with every rock of Caleb's hips. Despite the rush of arousal, Yussa's still certain he can keep himself under. He doesn't want to interrupt this.
Yussa hadn't expected this to be quite so exciting, but knowing - or even just imagining - that Caleb desire him so much that he cannot wait is a heady thing. Some things are the same: the sweetness of every kiss, the rhythm of Caleb's hips as he seeks pleasure. But Yussa isn't awake: there is no need to worry about his approval or his needs (even if he suspects Caleb will take care of the latter).
He can feel Caleb's cock getting hard against him as the other wizard rocks against his body. The pressure of each kiss is tantalizing as is the sweep of Caleb's tongue when he decides he wants a deeper taste. Even in his trance, Yussa can feel his pulse quicken as Caleb grinds against him. There's still fabric between them, he can feel that, and it drags against sensitive flesh with every rock of Caleb's hips. Despite the rush of arousal, Yussa's still certain he can keep himself under. He doesn't want to interrupt this.
Yussa hadn't expected this to be quite so exciting, but knowing - or even just imagining - that Caleb desire him so much that he cannot wait is a heady thing. Some things are the same: the sweetness of every kiss, the rhythm of Caleb's hips as he seeks pleasure. But Yussa isn't awake: there is no need to worry about his approval or his needs (even if he suspects Caleb will take care of the latter).
Though earning Yussa's approval is always something he enjoys, part of the appeal of this is the absence of outside pressure. A large part of Caleb's goal is to make Yussa feel good regardless of his lack of active participation, but ultimately he only has to answer to himself and his own desires, and Yussa has volunteered the use of his body in satisfying them.
A thick pillow dragged and placed beneath Yussa's hips makes it easier for Caleb to grind against him, and before long he can feel the fabric separating them becoming damp. His cock is completely stiff by the time Caleb pushes himself back up, kneeling between Yussa's thighs so that he can peel that last garment down his legs and off. Framed by his parted thighs and hips tilted up invitingly, Yussa's cunt looks like a prize. His folds are flushed and his clit swollen with arousal, and he's slick everywhere. Caleb feels his cock jerk in the confines of his smallclothes, but he takes the liberty to explore here as well. Two fingers spread his folds so two more can trace the dripping, sensitive skin around his entrance, teasingly rubbing over his opening without pushing inside.
"Gods," he murmurs, "you are so lovely. You cannot know what it does to me, liebling, to see you like this, all wet for me."
Almost before Caleb is even aware he's moved, he's kissing and nipping at the inside of Yussa's thighs and then sucking eagerly on his clit, rubbing the flat of his tongue against the underside.
A thick pillow dragged and placed beneath Yussa's hips makes it easier for Caleb to grind against him, and before long he can feel the fabric separating them becoming damp. His cock is completely stiff by the time Caleb pushes himself back up, kneeling between Yussa's thighs so that he can peel that last garment down his legs and off. Framed by his parted thighs and hips tilted up invitingly, Yussa's cunt looks like a prize. His folds are flushed and his clit swollen with arousal, and he's slick everywhere. Caleb feels his cock jerk in the confines of his smallclothes, but he takes the liberty to explore here as well. Two fingers spread his folds so two more can trace the dripping, sensitive skin around his entrance, teasingly rubbing over his opening without pushing inside.
"Gods," he murmurs, "you are so lovely. You cannot know what it does to me, liebling, to see you like this, all wet for me."
Almost before Caleb is even aware he's moved, he's kissing and nipping at the inside of Yussa's thighs and then sucking eagerly on his clit, rubbing the flat of his tongue against the underside.
A blush spreads across his cheeks and chest as Caleb ruts against him. It feels like a dream, a vivid one, and he hasn't had a dream like this in a very, very long time. With the pillow beneath his hips, the pressure and friction are more targeted and Yussa can feel damp fabric dragging against his cunt before Caleb stops and pulls back. And then that last barrier is gone, leaving him exposed. He tries to imagine the look on Caleb's face, once again calling on memory.
Unable to see and unwilling to wake, the first touch is a surprise. Gentle fingers spreading him open, drawing his attention to just how wet he is as they tease against his entrance without offering the satisfaction of penetration. One of the best parts of this, he thinks, is how loose Caleb is with his words, how easily he offers them. Yussa is quite glad he might be able to remember all of this.
His mind clouds briefly when he feels Caleb's breath against his thigh, followed quickly by soft lips and sharper nips. Yussa feels another little rush of wetness the moment Caleb's lips close around his clit. Muscles twitch and tremble subtly, easy to miss were Caleb not so close to him. Yussa holds on to his trance: he has more control than this, far more, and he will not leave it until he is ready. But this is a test of concentration he hadn't quite anticipated when so often trancing is the opposite of that. He tries to let the feelings ebb and flow the same way he would thoughts, even when he can feel the brief clench of muscles deeper inside him, wanting something that isn't there.
The archmage's breathing comes quicker, though it remains relatively even while Caleb's mouth does its wicked work.
Unable to see and unwilling to wake, the first touch is a surprise. Gentle fingers spreading him open, drawing his attention to just how wet he is as they tease against his entrance without offering the satisfaction of penetration. One of the best parts of this, he thinks, is how loose Caleb is with his words, how easily he offers them. Yussa is quite glad he might be able to remember all of this.
His mind clouds briefly when he feels Caleb's breath against his thigh, followed quickly by soft lips and sharper nips. Yussa feels another little rush of wetness the moment Caleb's lips close around his clit. Muscles twitch and tremble subtly, easy to miss were Caleb not so close to him. Yussa holds on to his trance: he has more control than this, far more, and he will not leave it until he is ready. But this is a test of concentration he hadn't quite anticipated when so often trancing is the opposite of that. He tries to let the feelings ebb and flow the same way he would thoughts, even when he can feel the brief clench of muscles deeper inside him, wanting something that isn't there.
The archmage's breathing comes quicker, though it remains relatively even while Caleb's mouth does its wicked work.
The twitch and tremble of muscles is subtle, but impossible for Caleb to miss with his face buried between Yussa's legs. There is a swell of satisfied pride at getting any reaction at all, though the wetness he can feel dripping around his fingers would be proof enough of Yussa's enjoyment. His lips seal tight around his clit and his fingers bend just enough to press past his entrance, just barely.
Following the subtle cues of Yussa's body, Caleb happily passes time laving lips and tongue over the apex of his folds as he gradually fills his cunt with two fingers, finding where those inner muscles clench and soothing them with a slow, deep stretch.
"Always so tight," he sighs, voice low and rough and close enough that Yussa will still feel his breath against his clit. His fingers rock inside the hot, slick channel clamping down on them. "I am still surprised that my cock fits inside you so well. I wish that I could show you how incredible you feel stretching around me, Yussa. You have a cunt any man would empty his purse to fuck." His thumb replaces his mouth as he uses it to talk filth instead, making slow, tight circles where he knows Yussa would want his touch most. "That is hardly necessary for you, of course. You are a very rich man, and you have spread your legs for me frequently enough that I assume my cock is sufficient to satisfy you, which I am grateful for. Ah, but regardless--even if you did charge for the pleasure, I would be lucky enough to use it for free today anyway."
His fingers crook up to rub against soft walls as they curl in and out, and his lips take over again, sucking in earnest as he hopes Yussa finds his deliberately risquΓ© dirty talk arousing rather than just disrespectful. It is a bit raunchy and more than a little impertinent, especially coming from Caleb, to suggest that the archmage of Tidepeak Tower, who owns half the city, could successfully take up whoring if he wanted. But the praise and appreciation that was an undercurrent to all of it could not be more sincere.
Following the subtle cues of Yussa's body, Caleb happily passes time laving lips and tongue over the apex of his folds as he gradually fills his cunt with two fingers, finding where those inner muscles clench and soothing them with a slow, deep stretch.
"Always so tight," he sighs, voice low and rough and close enough that Yussa will still feel his breath against his clit. His fingers rock inside the hot, slick channel clamping down on them. "I am still surprised that my cock fits inside you so well. I wish that I could show you how incredible you feel stretching around me, Yussa. You have a cunt any man would empty his purse to fuck." His thumb replaces his mouth as he uses it to talk filth instead, making slow, tight circles where he knows Yussa would want his touch most. "That is hardly necessary for you, of course. You are a very rich man, and you have spread your legs for me frequently enough that I assume my cock is sufficient to satisfy you, which I am grateful for. Ah, but regardless--even if you did charge for the pleasure, I would be lucky enough to use it for free today anyway."
His fingers crook up to rub against soft walls as they curl in and out, and his lips take over again, sucking in earnest as he hopes Yussa finds his deliberately risquΓ© dirty talk arousing rather than just disrespectful. It is a bit raunchy and more than a little impertinent, especially coming from Caleb, to suggest that the archmage of Tidepeak Tower, who owns half the city, could successfully take up whoring if he wanted. But the praise and appreciation that was an undercurrent to all of it could not be more sincere.
The barest penetration is almost more of a tease than not having it. There's potential in it, but not satisfaction; Caleb's mouth, however, does not leave him wanting. The younger man's skill never fails to impress him, and by the time two fingers finally push into him, Yussa is slick and eager for them. The stretch feels good, and more than that, it's practically a relief to feel something inside him and his body responds accordingly.
Caleb's voice trickles through his mind, and while they've indulged in this kind of talk before - to exceptional effect - the degree here is new and wickedly exciting. If he were awake enough, he might have laughed at the suggestion that he could, perhaps, have quite a lucrative career at the Lavish Chateau. But the thought and the praise that it embellishes have an effect.
Even with his mouth otherwise occupied, Caleb does not neglect him. A coil of building pleasure twists deep in him and tension shivers through him as Caleb moves his fingers just so as he fucks him. His breathing is more ragged, quicker, but still impressively even. His first orgasm is unexpected and relatively gentle in the way it hits him, but it hits none the less not long after Caleb's mouth returns to work. That delicious warmth spreads from his core and his cunt tightens around the fingers buried inside him.
Yussa can't actually tell if it's the novelty of this specific encounter that prompted a relatively quick crest or if it's simply a testament to Caleb's skill and knowledge of him. Or both.
Caleb's voice trickles through his mind, and while they've indulged in this kind of talk before - to exceptional effect - the degree here is new and wickedly exciting. If he were awake enough, he might have laughed at the suggestion that he could, perhaps, have quite a lucrative career at the Lavish Chateau. But the thought and the praise that it embellishes have an effect.
Even with his mouth otherwise occupied, Caleb does not neglect him. A coil of building pleasure twists deep in him and tension shivers through him as Caleb moves his fingers just so as he fucks him. His breathing is more ragged, quicker, but still impressively even. His first orgasm is unexpected and relatively gentle in the way it hits him, but it hits none the less not long after Caleb's mouth returns to work. That delicious warmth spreads from his core and his cunt tightens around the fingers buried inside him.
Yussa can't actually tell if it's the novelty of this specific encounter that prompted a relatively quick crest or if it's simply a testament to Caleb's skill and knowledge of him. Or both.
As if relieving Caleb of any lingering concerns regarding his rather salacious whispering, he feels Yussa tighten with orgasm soon after he applies his mouth again in earnest. Caleb breathes in sharply, but doesn't cease the ministrations of either lips or hand until the pulsing around his fingers has grown significantly weaker. He can hear the way the other wizard's breathing has changed, in quality if not in rhythm, and he gives a final, parting lick to his spit-slick clit.
"So quick today," he murmurs with a hint of a smile, pressing a kiss to Yussa's lower belly. "I knew that you would enjoy this." Sitting up is a process, taking time to circle his neck and then his shoulders to stretch his muscles. Finally he withdraws his fingers from the warmth and tension of Yussa's body, smearing them slickly up across his hip. "Now Master Errenis, I think it is time for you to indulge me."
Caleb regards Yussa's mostly still form, the clear signs of arousal that mark him as a willing and eager participant--this would have stopped long ago if he wasn't--and how lewd he looks now as opposed to when Caleb had discovered him, still lovely in his rest, but certainly not untouchable. "I am going to take you from behind this time," he murmurs decisively, "so..."
His fingers weave through the air in familiar somatic movements. Words to a spell of a high enough level that it feels naughty to use for this purpose fall from his lips. Arcane power thrums in the air, and Caleb controls it, directs it to lift Yussa carefully and gently. He is pillowed comfortably and safely in Caleb's magic as he is turned over onto his stomach, hips still lifted up by the pillow beneath him. With his Telekinesis still lingering, Caleb brings several more for good measure, another beneath his hips and one beneath his cheek, head tilted so he can breathe easily and Caleb can still see his face.
The spell fades, and Caleb is left with a very erotic sight. Yussa rests comfortably on his front, legs spread with hips propped up and cunt on display, just the right height for Caleb to rock down into him. Now more than ever this feels illicit, forbidden, like he is taking something he shouldn't. His heart pounds in his chest, and with deep, shaky breath, he quickly sheds the rest of his own clothing, taking his cock in hand as he insinuates himself behind Yussa at last. But he doesn't hurry, despite the anticipation thick in the air. He nudges the head of his cock between swollen folds, but guides it to rub up and down along his slit instead, coating it with slick. His other hand trails reverently down the elegant line of Yussa's spine, appreciating the way his back arches so prettily and coming to rest on the round curve of his ass.
The series of events that had brought him to this moment are strange, but wonderous.
"So quick today," he murmurs with a hint of a smile, pressing a kiss to Yussa's lower belly. "I knew that you would enjoy this." Sitting up is a process, taking time to circle his neck and then his shoulders to stretch his muscles. Finally he withdraws his fingers from the warmth and tension of Yussa's body, smearing them slickly up across his hip. "Now Master Errenis, I think it is time for you to indulge me."
Caleb regards Yussa's mostly still form, the clear signs of arousal that mark him as a willing and eager participant--this would have stopped long ago if he wasn't--and how lewd he looks now as opposed to when Caleb had discovered him, still lovely in his rest, but certainly not untouchable. "I am going to take you from behind this time," he murmurs decisively, "so..."
His fingers weave through the air in familiar somatic movements. Words to a spell of a high enough level that it feels naughty to use for this purpose fall from his lips. Arcane power thrums in the air, and Caleb controls it, directs it to lift Yussa carefully and gently. He is pillowed comfortably and safely in Caleb's magic as he is turned over onto his stomach, hips still lifted up by the pillow beneath him. With his Telekinesis still lingering, Caleb brings several more for good measure, another beneath his hips and one beneath his cheek, head tilted so he can breathe easily and Caleb can still see his face.
The spell fades, and Caleb is left with a very erotic sight. Yussa rests comfortably on his front, legs spread with hips propped up and cunt on display, just the right height for Caleb to rock down into him. Now more than ever this feels illicit, forbidden, like he is taking something he shouldn't. His heart pounds in his chest, and with deep, shaky breath, he quickly sheds the rest of his own clothing, taking his cock in hand as he insinuates himself behind Yussa at last. But he doesn't hurry, despite the anticipation thick in the air. He nudges the head of his cock between swollen folds, but guides it to rub up and down along his slit instead, coating it with slick. His other hand trails reverently down the elegant line of Yussa's spine, appreciating the way his back arches so prettily and coming to rest on the round curve of his ass.
The series of events that had brought him to this moment are strange, but wonderous.
The way Caleb continues speaking to him feels indulgent beyond just filth. It is indulgent for Yussa, because it keeps him aware of what is happening beyond what he can feel.
The rush of arcana energy pricks at Yussa's awareness, but it is nothing he needs to respond to. Still, he's curious until--ah. Yes, that would be easier than manhandling him, even if he's quite certain Caleb could manage. This allows for more control. Still, it's a strange feeling to be lifted, to feel his layers slip off his arms so that he is left completely bare. Caleb exercises care with him, and he isn't uncomfortable as he settles again. It takes him a moment to realize that Caleb has used pillows to support this position to make it easier to fuck him as deeply as he pleases and that sends another shiver of warmth through him, keeping his arousal burning despite that earlier release.
Hearing the unsteady breath Caleb takes is quite satisfying. Perhaps he isn't exactly participating, but it's good to know he still has a clear effect on the other man. More clothes are removed, he can hear the rustle of fabric before the warmth of Caleb's body is close again. He feels the firm heat of Caleb's cock rubbing against him, teasing between slick folds as a hand slides over his back. He wants nothing more than to push back, to feel the slide of Caleb's cock sinking into him. But he must wait. Whatever happens, it will be at Caleb's pace.
The trust this requires is not something Yussa ever anticipated developing with another person again. But Caleb caught his attention the moment he appeared in his life and the young man's progress and passion have rewarded his interest ever since. Even if he is a damnable tease.
The rush of arcana energy pricks at Yussa's awareness, but it is nothing he needs to respond to. Still, he's curious until--ah. Yes, that would be easier than manhandling him, even if he's quite certain Caleb could manage. This allows for more control. Still, it's a strange feeling to be lifted, to feel his layers slip off his arms so that he is left completely bare. Caleb exercises care with him, and he isn't uncomfortable as he settles again. It takes him a moment to realize that Caleb has used pillows to support this position to make it easier to fuck him as deeply as he pleases and that sends another shiver of warmth through him, keeping his arousal burning despite that earlier release.
Hearing the unsteady breath Caleb takes is quite satisfying. Perhaps he isn't exactly participating, but it's good to know he still has a clear effect on the other man. More clothes are removed, he can hear the rustle of fabric before the warmth of Caleb's body is close again. He feels the firm heat of Caleb's cock rubbing against him, teasing between slick folds as a hand slides over his back. He wants nothing more than to push back, to feel the slide of Caleb's cock sinking into him. But he must wait. Whatever happens, it will be at Caleb's pace.
The trust this requires is not something Yussa ever anticipated developing with another person again. But Caleb caught his attention the moment he appeared in his life and the young man's progress and passion have rewarded his interest ever since. Even if he is a damnable tease.
Caleb teases them both a little longer, though it also gives him time to gather his nerve. It is antithetical to how he normally conducts himself in bed to focus so completely on his own desires. He thinks about talking this over later, of Yussa telling him that by fulfilling his own needs, he'd given him exactly what he wanted. It's entirely fabricated, of course, but it is convincing enough that he finally allows his cockhead to catch on Yussa's opening and, with a little pressure, push past it. His hips bear down with the weight of his body and his cock sinks down and in. It's slow, but all one smooth, heavy thrust, forcing tight walls that want to cling to his length to part until he's seated all the way in. His breathing is heavy and he has to blink to clear his vision. Almost immediately his hips flex forward and he rocks shallowly inside, testing that stretch.
"Oh, liebling, you feel so good," he gasps, leaning over Yussa's arched back to press distracted kisses between the sharp points of his shoulder blades. One hand braces on his hip as the other slides beneath him, resting as low on his stomach as he can get without dislodging his position on the pillow. "I know that my impatience is rude, but how could I wait for you to wake when I could be inside you instead? You understand, ja?"
Waiting really does seem impossible, as once his hips start moving in fuller, longer thrusts, the thought of taking things slowly flees his mind entirely. He straightens up to watch the way his cock sinks into his cunt, a thumb rubbing over the edge of his stretched entrance. The obscene wet sounds of their coupling are loud in an otherwise quiet room, though Caleb provides soft, breathy moans as accompaniment.
"Oh, liebling, you feel so good," he gasps, leaning over Yussa's arched back to press distracted kisses between the sharp points of his shoulder blades. One hand braces on his hip as the other slides beneath him, resting as low on his stomach as he can get without dislodging his position on the pillow. "I know that my impatience is rude, but how could I wait for you to wake when I could be inside you instead? You understand, ja?"
Waiting really does seem impossible, as once his hips start moving in fuller, longer thrusts, the thought of taking things slowly flees his mind entirely. He straightens up to watch the way his cock sinks into his cunt, a thumb rubbing over the edge of his stretched entrance. The obscene wet sounds of their coupling are loud in an otherwise quiet room, though Caleb provides soft, breathy moans as accompaniment.
He thinks, maybe, it is his silence more than anything that changes this. Caleb has always had a way of making him quite vocal when he otherwise wouldn't be, and so the fact that there is no moan or praise as the other man's cock finally sinks into him in one smooth stroke is a marked difference. His body yields but he can feel the delicious fullness as Caleb stretches him. The sound of his voice sends shivers racing over Yussa's nerves, punctuated by the momentary warmth of his lips against his back.
Yussa can feel the slight shift in his body as Caleb's hand pushes beneath him, resting against his stomach. The fleeting desire to move, to adjust himself until he can feel that pressure lower still is tempting. But that would require waking, and Yussa is not ready to end this yet. Especially as Caleb starts to fuck him with long, firm thrusts. Yussa tightens briefly as the other wizard's thumb strokes against his stretched cunt, making him urgently aware of where their bodies join.
He's more intensely aware of the sound than he anticipated he would be, from Caleb's panting moans and the resonance of his voice to the lewd, slick sound of his cock pushing into him. The pillows beneath him are also providing unexpected teasing: every thrust rocks him against the cushions, providing the barest and most indirect friction, sparking a desperation he didn't know he could feel in this state.
Yussa can feel the slight shift in his body as Caleb's hand pushes beneath him, resting against his stomach. The fleeting desire to move, to adjust himself until he can feel that pressure lower still is tempting. But that would require waking, and Yussa is not ready to end this yet. Especially as Caleb starts to fuck him with long, firm thrusts. Yussa tightens briefly as the other wizard's thumb strokes against his stretched cunt, making him urgently aware of where their bodies join.
He's more intensely aware of the sound than he anticipated he would be, from Caleb's panting moans and the resonance of his voice to the lewd, slick sound of his cock pushing into him. The pillows beneath him are also providing unexpected teasing: every thrust rocks him against the cushions, providing the barest and most indirect friction, sparking a desperation he didn't know he could feel in this state.
Unknowingly, Caleb lets that desperation ramp up as indulges his own need. With Yussa quiet and compliant, it's easier than usual to focus on himself. While at any other time he might attempt to reign himself in with a more moderate pace to start, he sinks into Yussa greedily today, hard and deep and a little rough. But Yussa takes him easily despite how hungrily his soft walls cling to his cock, and Caleb groans with every reflexive tightening he feels around him. It's so good, plunging into that tight hole and feeling how wet Yussa is for him, hearing it with every jerk of his hips. He makes thorough use of the archmage's cunt as he continues to slumber, taking every liberty he possibly could.
"Scheisse," he moans as he finally slows, cock throbbing with how close he is to his peak. He relegates himself to a gentler grind as he veers back from that edge, covering Yussa's body with his own and panting against his neck. His hands paw at Yussa's chest, cupping and fondling while his cock pushes the limit of how deep it can press. "You nearly made me come," he murmurs almost dreamily, lips drifting along Yussa's jaw. "Don't worry, schatz, I am going to fill you. But not yet. I want to feel you first."
A hand moves away from Yussa's body, but it isn't the same one he'll feel sliding beneath the pillow a moment later, fingers strumming over his clit. While similar in shape and texture, this one moves with a speed and accuracy that even Caleb's clever hands would never be able to achieve at this angle. The echo of a word whispered and the hum of arcane power beneath its concentrated touch marks it as Caleb's Mage Hand, and it moves with all Caleb's knowledge about how to bring Yussa pleasure.
"Scheisse," he moans as he finally slows, cock throbbing with how close he is to his peak. He relegates himself to a gentler grind as he veers back from that edge, covering Yussa's body with his own and panting against his neck. His hands paw at Yussa's chest, cupping and fondling while his cock pushes the limit of how deep it can press. "You nearly made me come," he murmurs almost dreamily, lips drifting along Yussa's jaw. "Don't worry, schatz, I am going to fill you. But not yet. I want to feel you first."
A hand moves away from Yussa's body, but it isn't the same one he'll feel sliding beneath the pillow a moment later, fingers strumming over his clit. While similar in shape and texture, this one moves with a speed and accuracy that even Caleb's clever hands would never be able to achieve at this angle. The echo of a word whispered and the hum of arcane power beneath its concentrated touch marks it as Caleb's Mage Hand, and it moves with all Caleb's knowledge about how to bring Yussa pleasure.
Yussa decides he wants to see unrestrained Caleb again. Every thrust drives him higher and he can feel his cunt throb around Caleb's cock as he fucks him without restraint. He's also deliriously aware of Caleb's hunger, maybe more so than he would be fully awake. The pace and pressure are satisfying but also a tease: the pillows beneath him aren't quite in the right position, neither is he able to adjust himself to seek his own pleasure.
He feels an unexpected wave of disappointment when Caleb slows, but it is assuaged by the warm weight of the younger man against his back, his heavy breathing and wandering hands. Pleasure sparks through him as a calloused hand grips and fondles his breast as Caleb pushes as deep as he can like this. And there is pleasure to be had in the accusation that somehow he almost made Caleb come. Well, perhaps that isn't wholly inaccurate, but his agency in this is far less than that gives him credit for.
Yussa's breathing was already heavier, but now soft lips part so he can pant as a very knowing mage hand starts to stroke him. He struggles between the intensity of that feeling trying to draw him awake and his sheer determination to stay under. He could feign still being in a trance, but that takes away from the purity of the experience.
Between the calculated attention of the hand and the slow, deep grind of Caleb's cock keeping him full, it really doesn't take much to push Yussa off that plateau he's been enduring and into another orgasm. He trembles beneath Caleb and his cunt tightens around the other man's cock as tension rolls through him and that burst of feeling moves from his core out to his limbs.
He feels an unexpected wave of disappointment when Caleb slows, but it is assuaged by the warm weight of the younger man against his back, his heavy breathing and wandering hands. Pleasure sparks through him as a calloused hand grips and fondles his breast as Caleb pushes as deep as he can like this. And there is pleasure to be had in the accusation that somehow he almost made Caleb come. Well, perhaps that isn't wholly inaccurate, but his agency in this is far less than that gives him credit for.
Yussa's breathing was already heavier, but now soft lips part so he can pant as a very knowing mage hand starts to stroke him. He struggles between the intensity of that feeling trying to draw him awake and his sheer determination to stay under. He could feign still being in a trance, but that takes away from the purity of the experience.
Between the calculated attention of the hand and the slow, deep grind of Caleb's cock keeping him full, it really doesn't take much to push Yussa off that plateau he's been enduring and into another orgasm. He trembles beneath Caleb and his cunt tightens around the other man's cock as tension rolls through him and that burst of feeling moves from his core out to his limbs.
Caleb continues to plant kisses along Yussa's neck as his mage hand works him over, both hands returned to kneading at his breasts now that he no longer needs one free for somatics.
He has only the most rudimentary understanding of how trancing works, but he can imagine it must take some mental acuity to remain in that half-conscious meditative state when one's body is enduring enough stimulation to have woken anyone from a normal sleep long ago. Luckily mental acuity is something Yussa has in spades. There is something particularly appealing in the knowledge that the way Yussa's body reacts--every time he tightens or quivers, the gentle way his lips part, his shortness of breath--is entirely involuntary, a pure and honest reaction to how Caleb is making him feel.
It's absolutely intoxicating to feel him come on his cock this way. It doesn't even take very long.
"Ah, there--"
His walls squeeze and flutter around him as Caleb continues his deep, measured grinding. Caleb moans against his shoulder, feels the shock of pleasure spreading through the body beneath his in the tremble of slender brown limbs. Beside his own self-satisfaction is a quiet awe and reverence for the man he's bedding--has been bedding for some time now. He finds himself hoping that Yussa will have a better understanding after this of just how profoundly attractive Caleb finds him, and how honored he feels to count him as a trusted partner in this way.
Caleb's lips find their way to Yussa's ear, which he nibbles on and swipes over with his tongue, breath coming harshly as he feels the inevitable tug of his own orgasm looming again and this time feels no need to stifle it. Notably, his mage hand has not stopped its work, but merely moves its fingers in slightly different motions, a slow rub rather than a fast flicker.
"One more time, dornrΓΆschen," Caleb murmurs, accent thick. "I know that you can."
He has only the most rudimentary understanding of how trancing works, but he can imagine it must take some mental acuity to remain in that half-conscious meditative state when one's body is enduring enough stimulation to have woken anyone from a normal sleep long ago. Luckily mental acuity is something Yussa has in spades. There is something particularly appealing in the knowledge that the way Yussa's body reacts--every time he tightens or quivers, the gentle way his lips part, his shortness of breath--is entirely involuntary, a pure and honest reaction to how Caleb is making him feel.
It's absolutely intoxicating to feel him come on his cock this way. It doesn't even take very long.
"Ah, there--"
His walls squeeze and flutter around him as Caleb continues his deep, measured grinding. Caleb moans against his shoulder, feels the shock of pleasure spreading through the body beneath his in the tremble of slender brown limbs. Beside his own self-satisfaction is a quiet awe and reverence for the man he's bedding--has been bedding for some time now. He finds himself hoping that Yussa will have a better understanding after this of just how profoundly attractive Caleb finds him, and how honored he feels to count him as a trusted partner in this way.
Caleb's lips find their way to Yussa's ear, which he nibbles on and swipes over with his tongue, breath coming harshly as he feels the inevitable tug of his own orgasm looming again and this time feels no need to stifle it. Notably, his mage hand has not stopped its work, but merely moves its fingers in slightly different motions, a slow rub rather than a fast flicker.
"One more time, dornrΓΆschen," Caleb murmurs, accent thick. "I know that you can."
Yussa feels like he is holding on to his current state by a thread. The heavy warmth that comes after an orgasm doesn't quite settle, though, because the mage hand hasn't stopped touching him, hasn't let him come down. Then Caleb's voice is warm against his ear and Yussa feels sparks across his awareness as he realizes what the other man is trying to accomplish. Caleb has certainly managed before, but always with a very awake and usually quite active Yussa.
As his body rides that edge, Yussa feels on the cusp of breaking his trance. Every nerve ending is attuned to what is happening, and this is the most aware of his own body he's ever been while in this state. It's overwhelming in a way he didn't expect, but he--likes it. It's good even if it is a challenge.
He feels like a slick mess as Caleb grinds against him. Even unconscious, his body curls subtly as the next rush of tension hits him. He shakes beneath Caleb, quivering as he's pushed into another orgasm. It feels like his entire body is lighting up and his breath is ragged, but he still seems to be entirely under and still at Caleb's mercy.
As his body rides that edge, Yussa feels on the cusp of breaking his trance. Every nerve ending is attuned to what is happening, and this is the most aware of his own body he's ever been while in this state. It's overwhelming in a way he didn't expect, but he--likes it. It's good even if it is a challenge.
He feels like a slick mess as Caleb grinds against him. Even unconscious, his body curls subtly as the next rush of tension hits him. He shakes beneath Caleb, quivering as he's pushed into another orgasm. It feels like his entire body is lighting up and his breath is ragged, but he still seems to be entirely under and still at Caleb's mercy.
Yussa never gets the chance to relax. Caleb can feel it in the most intimate way possible, buried inside him and poised over him. He's so wet Caleb can barely believe it, and he just winds tighter like a coiling spring, tremor after tremor passing through his overworked body. Caleb can relate. He's getting closer with every rock of his hips and rhythmic squeeze around his cock. His palms cup his breasts and his thumbs rub roughly over his nipples and he tucks his face between Yussa's neck and shoulder again, breathing in warm skin and spice and orange blossom and sweat and the smell of sex.
He's murmuring sweet nothings in Zemnian, feeling like he is going to spill at any moment, when he feels Yussa come again. It seems like it rolls through him hard and bright, but as good as it must feel for Yussa, Caleb is convinced that it feels even better for him. He gasps out, "Yes, perfect, perfect--" in his own tongue and nestles his hips right up against Yussa's ass, pressing in deep as he lets the powerful quake of Yussa's orgasm tip him over as well. The tight, slick pull of his walls clamping down is too good to withstand, and Caleb feels like he is being unspun as he comes, shaking, moaning, clutching at the man under him as he spends himself into his cunt in what may be the longest-lasting orgasm of his life, fraying a little more as each intense pulse rolls through him.
Concentration long lost, his mage hand fades from existence.
He's murmuring sweet nothings in Zemnian, feeling like he is going to spill at any moment, when he feels Yussa come again. It seems like it rolls through him hard and bright, but as good as it must feel for Yussa, Caleb is convinced that it feels even better for him. He gasps out, "Yes, perfect, perfect--" in his own tongue and nestles his hips right up against Yussa's ass, pressing in deep as he lets the powerful quake of Yussa's orgasm tip him over as well. The tight, slick pull of his walls clamping down is too good to withstand, and Caleb feels like he is being unspun as he comes, shaking, moaning, clutching at the man under him as he spends himself into his cunt in what may be the longest-lasting orgasm of his life, fraying a little more as each intense pulse rolls through him.
Concentration long lost, his mage hand fades from existence.
Even with Caleb barely moving, grinding tight against him, Yussa still feels it when he comes. Whatever tension there was leaves the elf's body as that boneless pleasure spreads through him. There are little aftershocks yet, flashes and sparks across raw nerves whenever Caleb moves or touches him. Even his breath sends little chills racing across Yussa's skin.
For a while he just floats in that feeling, tethered to the sensations in his body and the warm weight of Caleb on top of him.
Yussa isn't entirely sure how much time passes between Caleb's release and the moment his eyes open. Not long, he thinks. Not as long as it felt. At first, unless Caleb is looking, there is no immediate indication that Yussa is awake. But eventually he summons the strength to move: he reaches back, elegant fingers brushing through Caleb's hair with exhausted affection. He cannot honestly recall the last time he felt quite this wrung out, and he finds himself wondering if that is partly thanks to the sheer effort to remain tranced on top of having three orgasms worked out of him.
For a while he just floats in that feeling, tethered to the sensations in his body and the warm weight of Caleb on top of him.
Yussa isn't entirely sure how much time passes between Caleb's release and the moment his eyes open. Not long, he thinks. Not as long as it felt. At first, unless Caleb is looking, there is no immediate indication that Yussa is awake. But eventually he summons the strength to move: he reaches back, elegant fingers brushing through Caleb's hair with exhausted affection. He cannot honestly recall the last time he felt quite this wrung out, and he finds himself wondering if that is partly thanks to the sheer effort to remain tranced on top of having three orgasms worked out of him.
Caleb doesn't lose time. With his mind, always counting, that is virtually impossible. But he does drift through it with a lightness that belies the passing minutes, clinging to the threads of his orgasm, trying to hold onto any part of that bliss for as long as he can. It still feels good to be inside him, or at the very least not bad. He matches his breathing to Yussa's as it steadies out again and takes comfort in their closeness, warm skin on warm skin.
He has no idea that anything has changed until he feels Yussa's shoulder shift under him and then his hand carding through his hair. It feels like the benediction he's been waiting for, and Caleb shudders with a swell of pride and relief. This touch alone is enough for him to know that Yussa is pleased.
Tenderly, his lips press to the underside of his jaw. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he teases gently.
He has no idea that anything has changed until he feels Yussa's shoulder shift under him and then his hand carding through his hair. It feels like the benediction he's been waiting for, and Caleb shudders with a swell of pride and relief. This touch alone is enough for him to know that Yussa is pleased.
Tenderly, his lips press to the underside of his jaw. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he teases gently.
Yussa smiles at the warm touch of lips and he gives Caleb's hair a gentle tug. But it's hard to accuse the younger man of being impertinent over teasing when his cock is still buried in Yussa's cunt.
"I'm relieved you could entertain yourself while I was indisposed," he says dryly, but he doesn't bother to hide the smile in his voice. "I would be remiss in my hosting duties otherwise."
His fingers drift and he strokes along Caleb's cheek affectionately.
"You don't have to separate us, but I'd like to be on my side," he says at last. If Caleb wants to stay where he is for a little longer, Yussa isn't inclined to ask him to pull out. And while the pillows beneath him are keeping him in a comfortable position, he would like to not feel quite so pinned down as he recovers from a rather eventful evening. The chaise is wide enough for both of them to be on it comfortably.
"I'm relieved you could entertain yourself while I was indisposed," he says dryly, but he doesn't bother to hide the smile in his voice. "I would be remiss in my hosting duties otherwise."
His fingers drift and he strokes along Caleb's cheek affectionately.
"You don't have to separate us, but I'd like to be on my side," he says at last. If Caleb wants to stay where he is for a little longer, Yussa isn't inclined to ask him to pull out. And while the pillows beneath him are keeping him in a comfortable position, he would like to not feel quite so pinned down as he recovers from a rather eventful evening. The chaise is wide enough for both of them to be on it comfortably.
There's a smile and a huff of laughter against Yussa's neck, charmed as ever by his dry humor, but finding it especially funny now. "Oh, no. I do not think I could ever accuse you of failing to entertain me, Yussa." He greedily takes all the clear indicators of Yussa's affection straight to heart, letting them settle heavy and warm in his chest. Maybe he is a little in love, but that's pretty typical for him.
"Okay," he agrees easily, leaving one last kiss first with a brush of his lips. "Turn with me." With an arm braced on the chaise, Caleb slowly lowers himself down onto his side, the other holding Yussa's hip to keep him close. They wind up nestled comfortably back to front, Caleb's soft cock still deep inside him. He could just pull out, and maybe he should, but...not yet.
Pillows are dragged into a more ideal position to rest their heads on and Caleb drapes an arm over the smaller body curled against his. He noses into the soft curls of Yussa's hair as his fingers trace idle shapes from his sternum to his stomach. They always talk after sex, of course, but they definitely don't always cuddle. It's nice, and it's exactly what Caleb needs today.
"I hope it was what you wanted," he murmurs.
"Okay," he agrees easily, leaving one last kiss first with a brush of his lips. "Turn with me." With an arm braced on the chaise, Caleb slowly lowers himself down onto his side, the other holding Yussa's hip to keep him close. They wind up nestled comfortably back to front, Caleb's soft cock still deep inside him. He could just pull out, and maybe he should, but...not yet.
Pillows are dragged into a more ideal position to rest their heads on and Caleb drapes an arm over the smaller body curled against his. He noses into the soft curls of Yussa's hair as his fingers trace idle shapes from his sternum to his stomach. They always talk after sex, of course, but they definitely don't always cuddle. It's nice, and it's exactly what Caleb needs today.
"I hope it was what you wanted," he murmurs.
Yussa lets Caleb guide them as he contributes to the momentum and balance. They settle with some adjustment of the pillows, and before long he is able to relax against the man behind him. There is something very satisfying in feeling Caleb's cock still in him, even if he's no longer hard. He lifts his head for just a moment, then grabs the robe he'd been wearing to drag it over them. There is probably an actual blanket nearby, possibly within reach, but he cannot be bothered to make further effort.
Instead, he lets himself enjoy their size difference as Caleb curls around him. Yussa's mind tries to make patterns out of the shapes Caleb draws on his skin, even if they are just nonsense gestures.
"I don't think I could say what I wanted until it happened," he admits. "Other than the experiment."
His hand slides over Caleb's forearm, careful not to disturb his moving fingers but indulging the desire to touch him more.
"I am thoroughly satisfied, if that's your concern." He turns his head to peer over his shoulder at Caleb, golden eyes bright and warm. "Thoroughly, Master Widogast. It was... a very different experience. Strange to feel it all without being able to respond the way I might normally. Overwhelming at points, but not uncomfortable."
Instead, he lets himself enjoy their size difference as Caleb curls around him. Yussa's mind tries to make patterns out of the shapes Caleb draws on his skin, even if they are just nonsense gestures.
"I don't think I could say what I wanted until it happened," he admits. "Other than the experiment."
His hand slides over Caleb's forearm, careful not to disturb his moving fingers but indulging the desire to touch him more.
"I am thoroughly satisfied, if that's your concern." He turns his head to peer over his shoulder at Caleb, golden eyes bright and warm. "Thoroughly, Master Widogast. It was... a very different experience. Strange to feel it all without being able to respond the way I might normally. Overwhelming at points, but not uncomfortable."
There is a some nonsense, but Caleb rarely does anything entirely without a pattern, even subconsciously. There are some recognizable glyphs and symbols being traced over Yussa's skin, and even a few that might be glyphs, but which only exist in Caleb's head for now--ideas for the future, his mind always brimming with arcane possibility. His touch falters for only a splitsecond as Yussa's hand smooths over his forearm, knowing that he is feeling the familiar design of raised scar tissue. But the pause is barely noticeable, except maybe by the brief stutter of his breath that comes with it.
If he's going to have lovers--a lover, even--he's going to have to suppress this aversion to being touched in what is for most people a completely innocuous place. There is no reason for this kind of embarrassment when Yussa has seen his scars many times over already. Felt them, too, in passing like this. It's fine.
"Then I am glad that we could collaborate on this experiment," he says aloud, putting himself back in this room, in this moment. Yussa's pointed assurance and the warm weight of his gaze pinning him down does a lot to that end. He's comfortable and content, and still excited and intrigued by what they've just shared. "Though it was a different experience for me also, I am very pleased with the results." His hips dip forward in a gentle rock, just enough to grind his cock through the slick mess he'd left inside him, as though either of them need reminding of how Caleb had brazenly enjoyed himself.
While Yussa is facing him, he leans down for a brief kiss, glad for the opportunity to feel a response this time.
If he's going to have lovers--a lover, even--he's going to have to suppress this aversion to being touched in what is for most people a completely innocuous place. There is no reason for this kind of embarrassment when Yussa has seen his scars many times over already. Felt them, too, in passing like this. It's fine.
"Then I am glad that we could collaborate on this experiment," he says aloud, putting himself back in this room, in this moment. Yussa's pointed assurance and the warm weight of his gaze pinning him down does a lot to that end. He's comfortable and content, and still excited and intrigued by what they've just shared. "Though it was a different experience for me also, I am very pleased with the results." His hips dip forward in a gentle rock, just enough to grind his cock through the slick mess he'd left inside him, as though either of them need reminding of how Caleb had brazenly enjoyed himself.
While Yussa is facing him, he leans down for a brief kiss, glad for the opportunity to feel a response this time.
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