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Essek misses the faintest murmur of… something… a voice… in the back of his head. He's suspended in midair, bound--willingly and eagerly--by the invisible ropes of Caleb's newest spell, and he can't hear the voice because he's nearing the end of the longest, most intense orgasm he's ever experienced in his life. He would have agreed to anything, even answering a spell he didn't realize he had heard.
His senses are not fully with him but he knows he's being lowered gently into the softness of their bed and whispers of "Essek. Hi." Cooing, "Hey. I love you." His fingers running through his hair, more sweet whispers, "Are you ok, liebling?"
He blinks a few times and rights his vision to the incredible sight of the man he loves taking such good care of him after absolutely wrecking him in the best possible way. He manages a nod and a blissed-out smile before Caleb is pressing gentle kisses to his eyes and cheeks, presumably to places where some tears have fallen, and enveloping him in gentle arms.
His breaths are still gasps and his voice hoarse as he speaks, "Caleb… that was… beyond incredible." He knows he is trembling in Caleb's arms and that his eyes are still wet, but neither are from fear or pain or even really emotion. He often experiences a physical response like this when the intensity ramps up, especially if he is restrained, and he adores the way Caleb treats him afterward. It is almost as good as the sex. Almost.
"Never before… have I felt such… intense pleasure." His words are choppy, finding it still difficult to form full sentences. Caleb Widogast has fucked his brain right out of him. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath and attempt to regain some of his mental faculties, finally finding his words. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. I love you." The sheer intensity of the experience has Essek limp and still barely able to concentrate. All he wants to do from this moment on is lie cocooned up by Caleb, without speaking another word. And he knows Caleb will let him have all the time he wants.
"I love you more, bärchen." Caleb knows that Essek is in no position to argue right now, and he could not resist one more act of control.
Essek smiles but doesn't say anything. He will let Caleb have the last word this afternoon.
An hour or two later, as Essek relaxes in bed with a fiction book, a familiar voice creeps into his head.
"Um, Essek? It's me, Jester…" Her voice is uncharacteristically quiet and timid. "I'm really really sorry I interrupted you and Caleb having sex but also I am really happy it's going well."
Essek is momentarily impressed that Jester was able to manage a succinct message in 25 words, before his embarrassment fully sets in. He groans, sighs. She must have messaged at the worst possible time. "Jester… It is fine. I honestly did not hear it. Perhaps we should plan times for you to message when I can be less… occupied." The spell ends, and Essek chuckles to himself at the pun that probably would be lost on Jester.
A few moments pass, and Jester's voice comes in again, full of mischief. "So like… the sex is that good, huh? Did he like, cast any cool spells on you? Sometimes Fjord and I play around like that."
Caleb walks into their bedroom, in loose loungewear, his hair still damp from the bath they shared not too long ago. Essek taps his temple, just below a flop of styled waves.
"Tell Jester hello for me, will you?" Caleb says as he sits at the edge of the bed and begins to massage Essek's feet.
Essek simply chuckles and shakes his head. "It was that good, and yes… binding spells enhanced it."
Caleb's eyes widen and his massaging stops as he notices the flush of purple across Essek's cheeks. "She didn't…? while we…?" Essek simply nods in response. And Caleb groans.
For some reason, lately, Jester has become someone he has found it easy to open up to. He would even dare say that she may be his closest friend. Aside from Caleb of course. So he is strangely frank, much to Caleb's dismay. "I relinquished all control to him, and was greatly rewarded. Perhaps you should try it."
Caleb just stares playful daggers at Essek. "Who are you and what have you done with my partner?"
Essek laughs, now speaking to Caleb alone. "I have not felt the need to hold anything back from our bubbly blue friend in quite some time. Probably since the morning we told her about us. Sometimes she asks me for advice about such matters, and well… I think I have probably helped them increase the range of their repertoire. I just tell her what things feel good to me and she takes notes. Then she tells me what worked. It sounds like Fjord is enjoying some new things he may not have otherwise tried." Essek laughs. "I think many straight men do not know what they are missing."
Caleb is sitting with his elbow on his knee rubbing his beard, nodding into it and attempting to conceal his smirk. "You have come a long way from how closed off you were when we first met."
Essek chuckles. "That I have."
Caleb is silent for a few moments, resuming his massage, much to Essek's delight, before blurting. "You really think Fjord is straight as an arrow?"
Essek shrugs. "Well possibly not. But I doubt based on what Jester has told me that he has explored that side of himself."
Caleb nods. "Ja, I might have picked a whiff of attraction to me at one point."
Essek raises a brow. "Oh?"
Caleb shrugs. " Ja, I don't know, maybe I just imagined it when we first met because I thought he was hot."
Essek raises the same brow just a little bit higher, smirking.
Caleb chuckles and winks. "There were plenty of people I thought were hot when I first met them." He crawls over and flops down beside Essek, pulling him on top of him. "There was this one particularly hot drow with the most delightful long white eyelashes, these absolutely charming little freckles on just the tops of his cheeks, a particularly handsome bone structure, and an incredibly sexy mind."
Essek hums. "And what was his name?"
"Oh, I never caught it." Caleb doesn't wink, he doesn't need to. "I did finally see him without his mantle, though, and then without anything, and let's just say that his body is as attractive as the rest of him."
"I see. Is there anything in particular you especially liked?" Essek bites his lip and grinds his hips just a little bit. "I do not know why I ask you such things about another man."
Caleb shifts one of his legs in between Essek's and presses upward, smiling when Essek gasps quietly. "Well. One thing I did not expect from a mage, was for him to be so trim." He pulls down at the V of Essek's sleeveless tunic to reveal not a heavily muscular chest, but a lean and lightly defined one. He moves to press kisses to Essek's biceps, not large but still toned. "I liked how slender his waist was." Caleb runs his hands down the sides of Essek's body and rests on his waist, grasping at the flesh between his ribs and hipbones.
Essek closes his eyes and hums. "Please go on about how attractive you find this other man to be."
"He's got a great ass." Caleb moves his hands downward, grabbing a handful and tugging toward him. "And if this man were here right now, I would really like to suck his perfect dick."
"It is a shame, then, that he is somewhere far away. It is also a shame that you have another man lying on top of you, wanting to suck your dick, and all you can think about is a phantom from long ago."
Caleb grins. "I like when you talk like that, Essek. You wanna go simul?"
Essek nods. "Yes. I would. Only if it would not disturb your mental image of this other person." Essek winks.
"Come here, you gorgeous elf," Caleb says as he presses a grinning kiss to Essek, before beginning to work at disrobing him.
Caleb manages to get Essek's top mostly off before he feels a tug at the back of his mind. He groans and flops down onto Caleb, overacting his torture and pointing to his temple.
The familiar jubilant voice from that bubbly blue friend chimes in, "Hey Essek! Sorry that took so long, I was talking to Fjord about fun sexy stuff. Yeah I kinda like not being in control! Usually ."
"Let me get back to you. Caleb has worked me up yet again." Essek cuts off the spell and pulls back up to look Caleb in the eyes.
Essek clears his throat and attempts to put his mind back into the previous activity. "Where were we?"
Caleb grins. "I was telling you about how attractive some other man," he winks, "is. And how much I want to blow him."
Essek nuzzles his nose to Caleb's. "I suppose I should tell you about this alluring young wizard I met some time ago, with the most magnetizing bright blue eyes I have ever seen, pained as they were at the time. I loved to hear him talk, I loved to watch him move. He was graceful. I loved to watch him cast. "
Caleb's eyes are no longer so pained, and right now they sparkle with love. "Ja, I see. Was there anything in particular you wanted to do with him?"
Essek's lips part as he runs his tongue seductively along the edges of his slightly pointed teeth. "Even with my proclivities being as they are, I had a hard time not imagining biting all over his neck and jaw. Or of going down on him and feeling the incredible sensation of all of his beautiful hair that he surely would have. And when I finally did, and saw everything there was to see, I found a slender man with just the right amount of everything about him. You have just the right amount of tone, just the right amount of hair, just the right amount of heart, and--you will know this is the hardest one to break for me--just the right amount of intellect and curiosity."
"Ooh I caught you. You're talking about me." Caleb is wearing a shit-eating grin.
Essek really wants to kiss that grin right off his face, so he does. "Oops. I mean he. He, who is certainly not you."
Caleb laughs and rubs his forearm hair against the inside of Essek's elbow, grinning when Essek puffs out a little gasp. "It amuses me how into my body hair you are."
"I like that it leaves a bit of a scratch or a tickle behind. It reminds me of you after the experience. It is also just… such a beautiful color. I have grown quite fond of these fiery hues of yours." He pauses and squints at Caleb with a sparkle. "And another thing. I am glad that you are not too large." Essek presses his thigh into Caleb's groin to indicate the specific part to which he was referring, causing a soft grunt to reverberate from Caleb's throat. "Elven bodies are smaller all around and it could have complicated things. You are perfect. In every way."
Caleb rubs his own thigh into Essek's groin, "I am glad that it works for you. The fit and the position is more important than the size. For me anyway."
"Of course. But I am curious, how does your size compare to other humans?"
Caleb shrugs. "Pretty average I think. Nothing like the extremities from those smut books, but I have seen and been with smaller." Caleb presses into Essek again, narrowing his eyes with lust when Essek moans. "I quite like yours, you know. It has a very nice shape. It feels so good inside of me. You must be on the large side for an elf, ja?"
Essek shrugs. "I honestly have no idea. I haven't been with many. I suppose I was a little larger than the others."
Caleb laughs. "Here we are talking about dick sizes when what I really want is my mouth on it."
Caleb is still grinning when Essek bends down to kiss him. "It still is such a shame that you will never know the name of that man you speak so admiringly of."
Caleb pretends to have a realization. "Oh! The man's name was Essek." He reaches up to thread his hands behind Essek's neck to pull him down into another kiss, but neither of them can do anything but giggle at one another. "Essek…. I think the last name was something like Ssyleht."
It takes Essek a moment to figure out that Caleb has spelled 'Thelyss' backwards and he elbows him in the ribs playfully before reaching between them to grasp Caleb's dick through his pants. "There is far too much fabric in the way. Let's get you out of these."