selfburn | Open RP Post

"All I ask is that you try." The heat in Caleb's cheeks started to lessen. Good. He hadn't hopelessly offended Essek. He will get better at the language, he's certain, with time and practice.

In fact, the practice part of this sounded rather nice. Nights they weren't researching they could sit around a warm fire and learn language from each other, trading little parts of themselves and their homes with each other. As they made a new one with each other.

"I would love to invent magic with you," he said, leaning forward slightly with eagerness. "I fell in love with you studying and researching the arcane together. To make a spell together would be... well... we know it would be wonderful."

Magic had brought them together and it would always be their greatest passion outside of each other. Caleb wanted to make something with Essek, something solely theirs. It did not have to change the fundamentals of magical theory. It could be as silly as Jester using Thaumaturgy but it would be theirs and thus special to him.

The idea of inventing magic with Caleb absolutely thrilled Essek, it was because Essek had felt the same way-- when they had created that spell together to bring Veth back to her previous form, a combination of dunamancy and transfiguration; it had exhilrated him and he leans forward as well, so that the two of them are now in essence leaning in close to each other. This managed to set off a chain reaction, especially when he heard Caleb's admittance as to when it had started on his end.

"I..."

A flush colours Essek's cheek that only amounts to a plum a shade darker than his lavender skin, though even though he flushes-- he still finds himself a bit bolder, because now he knows what he wants, and that is for Caleb to understand his own level of attraction. "You know, I think the moment I felt myself pulled toward you was when you told me you were 'always prepared' and showed me your spellbooks." a wry smile, "And even more so when we were working magic lessons together. Though I know that now? We will approach the table as equals and that is rather exciting."

They had made a wonder together and the experience had been thrilling and terrifying. Not because Veth was counting on him but because it was through that work that he realized the depths of his feelings for Essek. At the time there was no hope of ever exploring those feelings.

"I care deeply for the Mighty Nein and always will," he said with a fond smile, touched by the blush in Essek's cheeks. "But they never understood my love of research and knowledge. I think they found it annoying most of the time. With you I felt... I feel understood. It's something we can find joy in together."

And they work well together. What they did before proves it. It wasn't always the smoothest road. Sometimes they did argue but they were arguments of theory and testing and practicality. Caleb was, perhaps, more willing to take risks than was necessary.

The servants interrupted their moment with dinner, a fragrant mushroom soup and fresh baked bread along with a tray of vegetables and bites of smoked meat. This conversation would have to wait a bit for supper.

It always delighted Essek to see the cats; he'd only been in the Tower a handful of times but Caleb's signature as always clung to it, from the cats to the fact that his demiplane was always warm and inviting. And Essek had not really understood how hungry he had been until the food had been brought out and his stomach let out an almost indelicate growl that had him ducking his head.

Soup-- the inclusion of soup had him glancing up at Caleb for a brief moment; searchingly. And fondness as he realized that Caleb had taken what he'd stated at the Hero's feast to heart; that Essek loved simple soups. And the mushroom was something of the likes that one could get back in Rosohna, it was savor and paired well with the bread that melted like butter in his mouth.

In acknowledgement, Essek lightly nudged Caleb's booted foot with his own; sharing a smile over soup and candlelight, a secret glowing smile that he hoped suitably conveyed his happiness to be here in this moment with his wizard. "One day, I should like to taste some of the food of your own homeland, and in turn perhaps I could prepare some of mine own to share with you?"

Of course Caleb had absorbed and remembered every little detail about Essek and what he liked. Even if he didn't speak them out loud Caleb had paid close attention. He wanted to make him feel at home in the Tower especially when it was just the two of them. This was their home on the road. It should be a home for both of them and not just Caleb's preference.

"My mother used to make a baked apple pancake for special occasions. Holidays." It was rare to speak of his parents but Caleb wanted to share the happy memories with Essek, not just the tragedy of what happened to them. "It's very popular back home. Would you... we could go to the Zemni Fields, if you wanted."

Essek could see the simple places Caleb came from though he was not sure how it would feel to be back after so long.

Essek found that he would enjoy that very much, being able to see where Caleb came from but also he knew that this was a step for Caleb, talking about his past and his family as well as plans for Essek to visit the place where Caleb had grown up. Perhaps he could not walk into Rexxentrum readily, not yet. But he thought that a trip to Blumenthal would probably not go amiss if he was disguised.

"I would like that, to taste apple pancakes and visit the places you have found memories of, and in return I can tell you about my brother Verin and all the things that we did to bedevil each other." a soft chuckle as he picked up the glass filled with cider and took a sip. "Unfortunately, my childhood was not much of one and there are no real places in the Dynasty that I am overly fond of."

He had been born old, sometimes he thought.

"I would like to go to travel with you too.. I mean I know that my life will be full of travel, perhaps we could go to Emon or Marquet and see those places?"

"It feels... presumptive to ask but would you like to travel together for a time?" Caleb reached across the table and lightly brushed his fingers over Essek's knuckles. "Not just here but after as well. I would like to stay with you for as long as possible. We could take our time traveling to Blumenthal and see what is between there and here."

A bit nervously he dragged his lower lip between his teeth and glanced away for a moment. Caleb wanted, very badly, to spend days... months... years with Essek if possible. Their lifespans would diverge at some point but until then he would very much like to be at Essek's side.

Perhaps he wanted too much. There was that quiet uncertainty in the back of his mind. Caleb knew there were so many complications between them that it may not be possible for them to truly have a life together. He still wanted whatever time they could steal. Whatever time they could make theirs.

There was something nervous about the Wizard and Essek could sense it in the subtle little ways that the Wizard seemed to be caught in his thoughts and his feelings, likely wondering if he was asking too much. He remembered in the Grove where Caleb had been beset and he had acted as a buffer of sorts, a calming influence to help Caleb come back to center.

Essek had finished his soup and while there was other food on the table, he decided that perhaps he should take a gentle step in acknowledgement. And thus, still holding Caleb's hand, he stood up and then moved to stand at Caleb's side and then he lightly placed himself right in Caleb's lap.

With his free hand, he tucked a fingertip underneath Caleb's chin and tilted it upward so that he could look into those eyes. He did not displace gravity this time, so the weight on Caleb's lap was solid but not overbearing; a parcel of his drow lightness. "We have nothing but time, Chathiu.. Firefly-- we may travel, if that is what you wish, but in those moments when our paths have to diverge; I meant it when I said that I wanted you to be home for me."

And then he leaned down to press a kiss against the the bridge of that fine zemnian nose as he wrapped his arm around a shoulder and then pressed their foreheads together.

Dinner stopped existing the moment Essek settled into his lap. Caleb's hands went to his waist. He gazed up at him in open wonder for the drow. There's so much to admire from his handsome face to his intense gaze. The sweetness of his words burn through Caleb and make his heart race.

He made a soft, somewhat pained sound because Essek didn't kiss him. Caleb did it for himself. He pressed his lips firmly against Essek's and slid one hand up into his hair to hold him closer until he feels satisfied with the kiss. Which might be never given how one kiss simply leads to another and another and another.

Caleb had to stop to catch his breath. He tucked his face against Essek's neck and tried to get his emotions and desires back under control.

"Apologies for being so forward I struggle to control my desire for you," he admitted somewhat sheepishly. Essek didn't have the same level of experience that Caleb did. He had to remember that. He didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

Essek may not have had the same level of expertise but he was a wizard and he delighted in the act of learning, his lips formed into a smile against that kiss-- as their lips melted into a symphony of heat and pleasure, his own mouth helping with that seal, to trace their tongues together warmly in kisses that were not precisely passionate and yet held the hint of it possibility within them.

Of where they could lead, what could be revealed. They were deep without being overbearingly so, and the taste of fire seemed to counter nicely the flavors of their soup and apple cider. His fingers curled into Caleb's hair while their mouths worked over each other with supple curiosity. When Caleb pulled away, he cupped that cheek in regards to the sheepish smile.

"I like it very much, I think that being wanted by you rather agrees with me-- I hope you do not mind that I find myself just as eager for your taste and touch. I may not be experienced, but I can assure you that in no way means that I will not put in equal effort to meet you." Essek could figure out many things, he could also easily fit whatever role Caleb desired for an evening? Be it gentle study companion, protective partner or eager to learn bedmate.

"Honestly, I want to learn about you- what fires your soul, what gives you comfort, and what makes you hum with pleasure."

Essek's words were certain and simple but they sent a bolt of wanting trembling through his body. Caleb deliberately took a deep breath to steady himself. He would not rush Essek into anything. Kisses and conversations were more than enough for Caleb. They were everything when it came to Essek.

"I am glad to hear that," he said gently brushes his lips against Essek's neck. "But I want you to do only what you are comfortable with. I do not mind waiting if you want time."

He would wait forever if Essek asked him to. Caleb was happy just like this if that was all Essek gave him. The want in his gaze said otherwise but Caleb knew that he could control himself.

"I didn't run away to the wilds here just ravish you. No matter what Jester thinks we do every time we are alone together." He rolled his eyes with fondness think of his friend and her wild imagination.

"I know you did not, Caleb Widogast--" a soft chuckle that seemed to murmur from his lips in direct response to the feeling of lips, warm and soft against his neck, and his fingers lightly curled in Caleb's locks of hair-- within easy access and an intimate gesture; intimately as the strictures of the Kryn Dynasty dictated.

To Essek, it meant 'courtship' and each time he allowed Caleb to push a lock of hair behind ear, or run his fingers against the shaved part just at the nape of neck-- it meant that he was choosing to trust Caleb, to give himself to him in a manner no one else would recieve.

Jester had attempted to touch his hair once, he knew it was from an affectionate nature but it had sent him to pull back substantially with a murmured apology. When Caleb did it, he could only lean into it.

"I am not adverse to seeing where a moment leads us." He looped a flame curl around his fingertip lightly, humming in response. "Did you know, Caleb-- the touching of hair in Kryn culture is only meant for lovers and mates? When you allow such things, it means that they have access to you that no one else does."

He shook his head slightly because he did not want to dislodge Essek's fingers from his hair. It was a favorite sensation of his, soothing when done gently and arousing when rougher. He could understand why it would be considered intimate in another culture.

"I spent a long time fighting the urge to touch you," he admitted as he brushed his fingers lightly along the back of Esske's neck. "Even a touch of your hand felt like an indulgence. Now that you have allowed me the privilege I feel I'll never stop."

Even if it was as simple as a touch of his hand to Essek's. Caleb greatly enjoyed the indulgence.

"I know you don't sleep as I do but would you like to join me tonight in my room?" He did not necessarily mean sex. Caleb would like to fall asleep with Essek in his arms if that was allowed. At least until he fell asleep and Essek needed to meditate.

Those little touches are things that Essek craves because he came from a world where it had not really been acceptable. The Dynasty had never been perfect by any stretch and children raised by the Den, as was the case with himself and Verin whom he loved dearly. He would confide in Caleb these things, perhaps even tonight if Caleb would let him.

"Well, I do have a preferred mode of trancing..." which as Caleb had seen some of Aeor as well as within the Blooming Grove had been a criss-cross applesauce type deal, where his body lightly hummed. He considered Caleb and allowed his fingers to massage at the scalp, treating Caleb like a beloved cat with the way his fingers lightly danced.

"I can trance in a horizontal position too so we can in essence 'sleep' together as such-- as long as you do not mind the humming."

The humming was the part that could not be stopped, it came with the package.

"I was only thinking you'd stay as long as it took me to fall asleep," he explained as his eyes drifted shut and his voice dropped lower. It must be deliberate this seduction. Why else would Essek do this to him? "I would like to fall asleep with you in my arms but I understand our needs are different. I don't want you uncomfortable."

The humming did not bother him. He might even find it soothing to have nearby. It would reassure him that Essek was near and he was not alone.

"It is one of those things we will have to figure out together." He blinked his eyes open trying to focus when Essek was so thoroughly undoing him. He was soothed by the touch but also ached for more.

Essek was a natural or simply knew him well enough to make him melt so easily.

Perhaps it was deliberate, these touches. Perhaps he wanted Caleb to feel pleasure, perhaps he desired to spoil the other man just a little bit. For all that Essek could be reserved, when he made up his mind about something-- his decisiveness was unparcelled. Once he had decided that Caleb Widogast was his, once he had realized that he was Caleb's? It made this so much easier to touch, to caress and pet.

He wanted all of those things with the other wizard.

"If we pass the night in bed, I would be there when you wake up-- you know." He said in a tone of voice that was gentle and soft. The perch that he held was perhaps the best seat in the Tower and he was not so inclined to give it up. "In both our needs, we are perfectly aligned?" and then he stopped the touch, but only so that he could once again tilt Caleb's head so that they could exchange a look.

"It is alright to want things and to ask for them, especially with me. Because I want to give you those things, I want to be here with you. I want to sleep in bed with you and I ah, well I would be open to other things in a bed as well. What matters though is that we are together in thse things and our wants"

"I am not used to wanting." Caleb paused and shook his head slightly. "No, I am not used to having what I want. I am very familiar with wanting things. It's rare I've let myself have them."

He leaned up enough to kiss him gently. Soft and slow. He let himself want and have. It was another step forward, another change that signaled Caleb would be a new, different man. One that would let himself have instead of denying.

"I feel it is time we left the table to settle somewhere more comfortable," he said softly as he drew away. He would let Essek decide if that was the couch or his bedroom.

With grace, the drow slid from Caleb's lap and then offered his hand to the other man, his dark indigo eyes backlit with little flecks of starry gold seemed to ripple underneath the soft lights of hearth and amber glow of lights. Essek knew that Caleb had a struggle with denying himself, but he did not want Caleb to think that he had to-- and thus he gave those fingers a squeeze after having caught them again.

"Let us settle on the couch before the fire, yes? We can ask each other more questions and perhaps I can use gravity to work some of the tension from your shoulders?"

It was a sweet offer, for just as Caleb wanted to make things comfortable for him-- Essek shared the same sweet goal and that was to give Caleb something that he could call his own; without having to ask for it. There were things that would have to be asked for, but until that crucial point, Essek would endeavor to prove to Caleb that he belonged there, that they belonged together held in the circle of each other's arms.

He took Essek's hand immediately and without hesitation. If it wasn't clear he would follow this man to the very ends of the world if he asked and held out his hand. But once he was on his feet he led the way to the couch.

Caleb sat first and let Essek decide if he wanted to sit in his lap or next to him against his side. "You are welcome to try. I've been told I'm terrible at relaxing and having a good time."

Beau told him that many times on their journey. Jester too. Most of his friends were concerned by how he struggled to relax. He felt relaxed now, especially with Essek so close and so willing to touch. He's always glad for that.

"I cannot promise I won't distract you," he said, leaning in to nuzzle at him again. "You have opened the door and I don't know if it can be closed."

"My ridiculous wizard man." Essek chuckled softly as he once again took the best seat in the house, which was on Caleb's lap. His weight was well modulated and evenly distributed, and as Caleb sat there underneath him, he shifted to adjust and then brought his fingers to Caleb's shoulders.

Those tense shoulders, he'd noticed where Caleb kept his tension; evidenced in the times that he'd seem him slouch. Well, not tonight-- and so as he sat there, his fingers started to subtly vibrate with energy, and then he slowly started to rub and knead his fingers right into skin, starting near the ball of Caleb's shoulders and then working his way inward.

"I am not used to such closeness, Caleb Widogast-- and it is because of my upbringing; when I grew up in Den Thelyss, it was a 'it takes a village' to raise all the children, even though myself and my brother were the sons of the Umavi; well when I was born, I was a new soul, and thus I was never given the priority that my brother Verin was or other old souls born into the Den, it made me a bit cold I suppose." he hummed as he worked out a particularly tense muscle in that shoulder. "You and the Nein though showed me that I did not have to be an island of myself."

"Yes, yours." There was no point in denying it. Caleb had given himself heart and soul to Essek before now. He let his head fall back against the couch to watch Essek above him. He was such a gorgeous sight. He could get used to this. Wanted to get used to this and have it be familiar. He wanted it to be his life.

Their life.

"I would be honored to help you find you warmth," he said as he stroked his fingers along Essek's leg. "And to know what it is to be treasured and adored. Loved. Because you are. Not just by me though the Nein love you in a different way."

He imagined none of them wanted to kiss Essek or bed him the way Caleb did. They all had their own lovers. Caduceus excluded. This was all his.

Essek looked down at Caleb, at the sincere look in his eyes-- those beautiful cerulean that wore emotions and feelings upon their sleeves, and his eyes softened as he leaned in and then slowly and lightly nibbled at that lower lip, his fingers still stroking against shoulders however he allowed himself to succumb to the feel of Caleb's mouth underneath him.

The warmth that suffused his wizard, the invitation to be each other's home. He could feel himself hum but for a far different way and he used that same gravity to press Caleb back, however this time? The gravity would serve a far different purpose. That gravity was in the pressure of his mouth, the subtle crisp coolness of his tongue like drinking from a spring water, a quenching of thirst,

That gravity evidenced in such a way that it was clear that Essek was not going anywhere for the time being, that he would perch in that lap, resolved to bring his wizard pleasure.

Caleb made a pleased sound against Essek's mouth. He had picked up kissing easily enough. That brilliant mind of his clearly applied to more than just magic. The things they could teach each other... the things they could explore... the possibilities were limitless.

He took a firm hold of Essek's hips and pulled him closer as he surged up and deepened the kiss. While Essek's kisses were cool and meant to refresh, Caleb was hunger and heat. The want that he had previously denied himself unfurled in each press of his lips and the slide of his tongue against Essek's.

He bit at his lower lip then soothed the bite with the tip of his tongue. Oh, the taste of him filled Caleb's senses and made it dizzying. So much for talking and getting to know each other.

Their individual realms of learned expertise were gravity and fire; oh they were forces to be reckoned with; two men who were often times very circumspect and deliberate in their actions, but underneath the surface they were forces of nature; unavoidable. Together, they created shooting stars, or new galaxies. Essek should've known that it would come to this between them.

But he was not displeased by it, in fact he melted against Caleb as their lips collided- There was nothing about Essek that was hesitant. If Caleb wanted to consume him, then he would respond in kind- he would not temper himself, nor deny himself that he wanted those taste of lips.

Against Caleb's mouth, like he was biting fruit, he cupped that jaw and explored eagerly but patiently, the warmth drawing him like a moth to the flame and there was rather enthusiastic consent in this for Caleb. They had time and they had this right now, and if they wanted to collide, it had only ever been a build up to this moment.

This inevitability.

It felt like he had been waiting for this since he saw Essek again. He let himself get pulled into Essek's gravity. He let himself fall fully for the man in his lap.

Caleb wrapped his arms tight around him and pushed him back against the couch letting his weight push Essek down against the plush cushions. His hair fell around them blocking the rest of the world from view.

Everything was Essek's lips against his and hands gently roaming over his body. "I will get to know you, I swear," Caleb murmured as he trailed his mouth along Essek's jaw. "I want to hear every detail but it's hard to concentrait when I want this..."

Caleb made his point by biting at a soft spot between Essek's jaw and neck. "As badly as I wish to know you."

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