selfburn | Open RP Post

Caleb bit firmly on Essek's lower lip. "I will," he promised. "I will show you everything."

They will discover together what Essek liked and din't. It was a privilege to be Essek's first but also deeply arousing. No one else had ever touched Essek like this. No one had ever heard the soft sounds he made or see the wild desire in his eyes. No one had seen his skin flushed like this. Caleb would have all of him for himself.

"We will need oil to ease the way," he said softly as he tasted the sweat on Essek's neck. He shifted slightly to part his legs making it easier for Essek to settle into the cradle of his hips. "I believe I put some in the drawer there when I create this Tower."

For personal use when Caleb was alone and needy, when he gave in to his body's desires instead of ignoring them. But he cannot think well at all with Essek's hand on his cock and mouth against his.

A smile, sweet and gentle-- much like the one that he had given Caleb in the blooming grove once the man had pressed lips to cheek; right before Essek had returned to Eiselcross; that slow awareness that this man meant so much to him. His heart felt full to bursting, and that was part of what aroused him, the intricacy of his feelings and how they could not be disconnected or disengaged from what throbbed between his own legs.

He slipped his fingers from Caleb but only so that he could further draw pants off of Caleb's hips, and then once they were discarded over a chair near the bedside. Then he reached for the handle of the nightstand and pulled the drawer out, seeing the vial of slick which he placed next to Caleb's thigh on the bed.

A glance over at Caleb then before he slowly pushed his own silk pants over his hips to reveal his body, the long slender cock that curved slightly, the way that it glistened from arousal that slipped from head and then the star freckles that spread over his body like a canvas.

A perfect match to Caleb's sun kisses.

And then back Essek walked and then he was settling himself kneeling between Caleb's spread legs. "You know I, ah.. have touched myself often, thinking about you." as he took the oil bottle up to uncork it, already nicely warmed to the touch; the tower was indeed wonderous.

Caleb's mouth went dry for a moment as Essek's cock was revealed and then immediately watered. He would need to get his mouth on it at some point tonight. Perhaps when he wanted to get Essek hard again. He swallowed hard and held the desire in his mind for now.

"Did you?" He had to clear his throat so his voice was not so rough and accent not so heavy. Caleb wanted to be understood. "I tried to resist but I could not stop myself imagining them."

He reached behind himself and grabbed a pillow. It was not the most graceful movement but he did manage to get the pillow under his hips making it easier for Essek to touch him. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, precome pooling on his skin.

"Even now I wonder if I will wake up aching for you after a passionate dream." Caleb saw no reason to deny he had dreamed of Essek and that some of those dreams were deeply sexual in nature. He had nothing left to hide from Essek. His love could have every piece of Caleb that he could give. If he could give part of his very soul to Essek, he would.

There was something distinctly poignant about the moment they were sharing, raw and real. It set the stage for their relationship and how Essek hoped that it would always go, with them communicating like this, the deeper intimacy of it. Essek knelt there between those spread thighs and took in that body, the chest hair that he wanted to run fingers through, also the thigh hair, his expression which was hazed and flushed.. vulnerable.

Caleb Widogast was too beautiful for his own good.

Essek felt a softness come over him as he slowly poured oil on his fingers, recapped the cork on the bottle (was everything about him this methodical?) The only thing that betrayed his composure was how he bit at his lower lip, and perhaps his fingers as he spread those thighs: and then he was seeking out that ringed flesh, rolling a circle around it. How pliant it was, making sure that it relaxed just for him-- before finally the first finger edged inside.

His non-occupied hand encircled Caleb's prick once again, giving it a very light stroke with a palm that was oiled from previous preparations.

"Tell me what you thought about, Chathiu?" And Essek's voice was so soft and husky with desire.

Essek's finger was delicate and soft compared to his own. Caleb clenched for a moment before he let out a soft breath and relaxed back into the bed. One truth he trusted was that Essek would never hurt him. It had simply been a long time since he's let anyone else touch him like this.

"I thought about your hands a great deal," he said voice trembling slightly with how much he felt. It wasn't simply Essek working him open but the sight of Essek's hand on his cock and between his legs. He can just see Essek's cock and it still made his mouth water with desire. "The part of you I had seen the most."

And knew rather intimately even more now. Caleb had touched those hands many times and knew the feel of them. It was easy to imagine them on his body. "I imagine how you would touch me. How, ah, methodical you would be. How you would learn every inch of me."

Which Caleb had not felt worthy of at the time but he did now. He knew now how much Essek wanted him, scars and darkness and all.

It was true that Essek took care of his hands, made sure that they were always soft like silk; but they also ran a little bit cooler conversely; the perfect temperature to be warmed with in Caleb's own holding. He was using the pad of his finger to lightly brush against walls, and all the while his other hand was stroking soft and gentle back and forth against the ridged lines of Caleb's trembling and hungry cock.

"I desire to be an expert in you, Caleb-- I want to know everything that makes you sigh and come apart; I want to watch you while I make you come." he felt a blush suffuse his cheeks to even vocalize it, but he wanted desperately for Caleb to know how much he wanted him.

A second finger was added to the first, and they both divided to conquer-- to spread and slicken. "You will laugh at what I thought about.." Essek murmured with a flush to his cheeks as he continued his ministrations. "I thought about you wearing your book holsters.. and nothing else." and then came the bite to his lower lip that tried to still the rising tide of the flush.

Yes, that was perhaps something that Caleb could likely indulge Essek in, even though Essek was a bit ashamed at how silly it sounded.

Caleb didn't laugh but he did smile indulgently. It was a bit silly. He never thought those holsters were anything but practical to keep his spell books close. Apparently, they had drawn Essek's eyes more than once. Enough that he thought of something sexual.

"That can easily be done," he said, dragging his tongue across his lower lip. "You can, ah, ha, even pull on them to get me exactly where you want me."

They were sturdy enough for that and Caleb could be very good at following orders for the right person. Essek was the right everything for him. If there was a fantasy or desire Caleb could give him, he would without question.

There would be time while they explored together. And time after that as Caleb intended to be with Essek for as long as the drow wanted him. If forever was possible he would make it so.

One final finger into that tight clench, Essek's fingers were adept and just as Caleb had though they would be-- methodical. He is thinking about all of the possibilities because Caleb Widogast had opened his mind to them, he released Caleb's arousal so that he could lean forward to press his lips softly to those parted breathless lips, between those spread legs, and then when he pulled away-- it was to whisper gently.

"Would you ah, take some of the slick and ah, would you glide it over me?" the vial had been left by Caleb's hands and it was within perfect distance for the other man to take up. But also he wanted Caleb's fingers on him, for a few moments-- before he buried himself inside his transmutation wizard.

Caleb pressed his mouth gently to Essek's after his request. When he drew back his eyes were bright and full of promise. "I would be honored to do so."

He picked up the vial and poured a bit into his palm. He kept his eyes on Essek as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. It felt hot and delicate in the slick glide of his fist. Caleb worked him slowly, more teasingly because his goal was to make him slick not build him to orgasm.

"Whenever you're ready, my love." He nipped at Essek's lower lip. "I can take you." Caleb was ready. His body practically burned with want. His cock twitched occasionally against his stomach and had left smeared trails of pre in his body hair. They would both be quite the mess when done and Caleb did not care at all.

He wanted Essek to fill him. Fuck him. Make love to him. Caleb ached with it.

Essek's mouth went dry when he felt those lips against his own, perhaps a little bit nervous as well-- but this was their first time, this was his first time; and he had to remember to savor it. Very carefully, Essek took himself in hand and back from those slickened fingers, and then he very carefully shifted to just over Caleb, propping himself on a forearm while he guided himself to that tight hot hole, and then very carefully he pushed himself in-- slowly and patiently.

He'd prepared Caleb well enough that there was give to it; it wasn't a blockade, but he could also tell where Caleb probably was not as used to this as he was. For that he was careful. His head swallowed and then let out a swallow as well while he continued to steady himself.

"If you need me to.. pause.. please tell me." he murmured and that was interspersed with the barest hint of a panting breath, because of the tightness that was engulfing him. "How do.. people last?" he inquired as he paused midway, now as deep inside that he did not need his other hand and so he reached for Caleb's hand to twine their fingers together

Edited 2023-04-18 22:16 (UTC)

"Shhs, shhhs." Caleb ran his tremblings hand along Essek's arms, shoulders, and back. "Go slow. Breathe."

It had been awhile for Caleb. He did not touch himself like this often. His body aches and burns a little, the bite of pain not a deterrent for him. He breathed through that first initial twinge until it bloomed into the sweet hot rush of pleasure.

"We do not need to rush, my love." He squeezed Essek's hand tight. It might be over fast this time. Caleb didn't mind that at all. He was Essek's first. He got to see his face and feel his body trembling. No one else had ever been gifted these things. They were Caleb's alone and they would be forever burned into his memory.

"Move when you're ready." They could stay like this, actually, and Caleb would be happy. It felt good to be joined, almost like they were one. One body. One soul. Caleb leaned up enough to kiss him softly.

Caleb Widogast was a wonder, and Essek's eyes softened as he looked down into those blue eyes, his own hazed softly but still with it-- still in this moment, those encouraging words in a husky zemnian accent; and his heart squeezed with love for the wizard underneath him-- for the gentle encouragement.

That was all he needed to push in all the way until he was to the root, and he re-shifted himself so that he could lean more firmly onto Caleb-- he could feel the magical pound of beating heart against his chest-- sweet and affirming; he remembered the panic he'd felt when he saw Caleb fall to Lucian-- but this heart beating filled him with a dizzying joy.

He pulled back for a moment and then he attempted the most shallow of thrusts, the sound of their skin sliding together. "Like this?" He inquired sweetly, his lips grazing against Caleb's jawline as he rolled his hips in a soft even tempo.

"Good. You're doing good, love." Caleb shifted his hips and adjusted to meet Essek's gentle rhythm. There's an ache in him for something more, something stronger but he doesn't expect Essek would last at that pace.

There will be time. Caleb knows there will be time for the rougher side of pleasure in time. There will be nights when they fall into hunger and need and leave their marks on each other. For tonight Caleb luxuriates in the sweetness and the love, Gods, so much love singing between them. That was a pleasure all its own.

"Do what feels good," he said as he nuzzled along the edge of Essek's jaw. "It is your first time. Just... just let it take you."

Caleb had given in to pleasure and the rush of his first time, fumbling and desperate as it was. But good. It was good. This was good too. This pleasure was deeper, surer because Essek loved him.

Essek could feel how he could become addicted to the feel of Caleb in his arms, the hum of love singing between then, hiw he felt choked and beautiful as he slid home deep inside his Caleb, his wizard again and again. But he was also paying attention to each movement that made Caleb's voice hitch as he rode into him again and again.

He was attempting to last, last enough to feel Caleb come undone. He felt dizzy but likewise the dunamancer did not feel as if Caleb was at that same dizziness and so he would attempt to remedy that as he backed up and then he placed a bit more weight into it, his fingers reaching between then to wrap around Caleb's shaft, to give it a long and slow thrust.

"This all feels wonderful, Caleb Widogast-- and I want to reach completion with you.." he would not be happy unless that was something that they could both reach together-- he did not understand how important it was until faced with this moment-- he pressed a soft kiss to that mouth in between thrusts.

Anything else would feel empty for their first time. Thankfully he did not fumble and the play of his dexterity was such that he managed not to be physically awkward even though he was still a bit shy.

"Then... then like this..." Caleb laid his hand over Essek's to show him how best to touch him. His grip needed to be a little tighter and he loved Essek's thumb teasing under the head of his cock.

He shifted his hips, adjusted until Essek's cock had the right angle to brush over his prostrate with each thrust. "A little harder, love. Just a little harder."

Because he could not deny Essek a single thing. If Essek wanted them to come together then Caleb would work with him to achieve that goal. They worked well together and now their bodies moved together working towards the same need, the same rush of pleasure.

Caleb tangled his fingers in Essek's short hair, moving his body against his lover's trying to reach that peak with him. "So close. Love. Please. Almost..."

He bit his lower lip and muffled his groan trying to reach that peak with his lover.

Essek enjoyed learning that body, his fingers-- far cooler than Caleb's as he stroked firmly and gaining more assurance with each touch, making sure to rub the underside of cock where he could feel the pulse throb and center. It was gravity, and he used gravity to press downward until it hit that spot, put such pressure on it.

And he was rewarded with the slide of Caleb's own body up against him, those arching hips that met him halfway in keeping; Caleb's fingers in his locks of hair-- a disarray of curls. His own eyes blown wide with starlight while he nibbled with sharpened teeth against skin, soft murmurs of encouragement as his fevered body dipped into Caleb's welcome heat.

A soft moan, a litany of sighs while he rode Caleb like a boat cast upon waves, the subtle slap of skin to skin and his body arching. "Chathiu.." with each quickening movement, his grip firmed and he grew more certain with his touch, but also Caleb's own pants drew him on, helped him to temper himself, and his discipline worked in his favor.

"Let yourself go, for me.. love.. I will be behind you.. yes..?" His voice nearly breathless.

Letting go was easy when he had Essek to anchor him. Caleb let the sensations and pleasure drown out the thoughts in his head. There was the rush of his pulse and the ache in his cock. His body tightening, muscles clenching as he sought release from this beautiful, pleasurable, torture.

"Essek!" Caleb cried out as his back bowed off the bed. His cock pulsed in Essek's hand spilling across his stomach and chest in hot streaks. His thoughts were blissfully quiet. Everything scattered to the winds and the darkness as he came. Pleasure washed away everything but the beautiful intensity of release.

Caleb was boneless afterwards, breathing hard. He was sensitive now walking that very fine line between pain and pleasure. But he didn't tell Essek to stop. He kept himself relaxed and open for Essek to finish inside him.

And he made sure of it by wrapping his legs tight around his hips so Essek could not pull out. He wanted to be filled with his cock and come. He wanted to be left sweaty and sticky and deliciously gross.

All it took was Essek looking down at the way that Caleb's orgasm blossomed across his face, the play of climax that illuminated his wizard's visage like the sun-- and he basked in it. It forced breath from Essek's lips, even as he felt the spray of come against his stomach, saw how it coated Caleb's chest, smearing in body hair-- and how that image turned him into a dirty hot mess.

The peek of what he could be-- they could be, enticed him enough that he felt his aching plum sacs clench, in tandem with walls around him that squeezed him mercilessly- and then Essek Thelyss-- normally so calm and composed-- he shattered into millions of fragments and yet firmly kept in place by Caleb's thighs, those arms.

He spilled deep and he spilled hard, open mouth before he bit against shoulder, a harmony of moans and pants as the slide became slick where walls dripped with his own release. There was no resistance now that he had filled Caleb and likely there was some displacement going on, certainly Caleb would feel wet seed as it could not keep itself inside with the movement.

And Essek a limp mess as he fell to resting against Caleb, would join Caleb fully in what they had done. Essek was normally fastidious but within safety of this moment, he did not care-- he welcomed the mark against his abdomen.

Edited 2023-04-21 02:13 (UTC)

They bask in the afterglow together. Caleb lazily trailed his fingers up and down Essek's back slowly. He loved the sweat and the warmth of Essek's skin. He loved the puffs of breath against his neck and Essek's racing heartbeat as fast and thunderous as his.

This was how he wanted to pass the rest of the night curled up together. Messy or clean. He expected Essek would want to get clean eventually.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence before Caleb cleared his throat to speak. "So... would you like to do that again?"

Caleb trailed his fingers slowly down to the clef between Essek's cheeks and teased his hole. It was much too soon for him to recover. His cock still gave an interested twitch because he very much wanted to make Essek fall apart on his cock.

Essek enjoyed the feeling of Caleb's heartbeat against his ear, and he was light enough that it probably was not too much of a weight burden for himself to rest atop Caleb; it also felt nice to twine their feet together. They were sticky and messy and Essek was normally fastidious but there was a great deal of not wanting to move-- though of a bath was suggested, he'd likely be all over it.

He stirred though as he felt Caleb's fingertips trail down his back, against that dip before it met rear and then between where he could feel Caleb's gentle explorations. There was very subtle gasp at the question although now that he was focusing clearly; he felt a stirring-- a stirring that was far more pronounced than the one that was sandwhiched between their connected bodies, and that was due largely to the differing trajectionary periods between drow and human.

"I would like to do those things with you a second time, Caleb Widogast. And a third, and a sixth, and a eleventh and forty-sixth time." he rested their foreheads lightly together. "It was very very good but I know you mentioned that there is much more that I can learn-- and you will find my thirst for knowledge insatiable, yes." and perhaps the next smile that came to Essek's lips was somewhat shy, with the tip of a fang peeking just between his lips. "And I am finding you are my favorite book."

Even if Essek had been heavy Caleb would want him right where he was. He liked the weight and the warmth of his body on top of him. It was so nice. He felt cared for and safe. And still warm as the sweat cooled on his body.

"Maybe I should find you some books to read," Caleb teased warmly as he brushed his lips against Essek's. "To give you some ideas on what we can do together."

There was a lot Caleb could show him hands on, of course, and he planned to but they did share a love of books. They could read one together and... well, it would certain inspire them to act.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his fingers still teasing slightly. "Do you wish to clean up? Rest for a while? Have something to drink?"

Perhaps Essek would allow his gravity to weighten once he realized how much Caleb enjoyed the weight, it was something not out of the realm of his possibility. However there was other distracting things that his wizard was doing and saying; there was the mention of books to read involving things they could do and then there was Caleb's hand being distracting on it's course.

He liked it though.

For anyone else, he'd find it presumptuous-- would be shocked but Caleb was his his dearest friend, his lover and he cared so much for him that it was a bit intense how the urge to roll his hips backward against that hand settled over him. He hid his mouth then just against the spot under Caleb's ear and he murmured quite shyly.

"A bath, can we bathe together? I could accept a shower too " He could use prestidigitate but there was an intimacy to it and he found that it would be nice, to properly groom his lover. How Caleb would look all soapy chested and wet and he let out a hitched breath as his hormones went haywire.

"I will warn you..." another warning somewhat full of chagrin. "I may be unable to keep my hands to myself, I... do not know at this moment how much cleaning will get done." As he honestly spoke of his hormones and how they could possibly get in the way of goals.

Edited 2023-04-22 12:57 (UTC)

Caleb let out a small gasp. Essek inadvertently finding a soft, sensitive spot by his ear. It sent a warm, pleasant shiver running through his whole body.

"We can have a bath." He stretched his arms over his head giving up his teasing for the moment. "I have a private bath as part of my chambers. Though... it will be a close fit. The bath is only meant for one."

That might change the next time he summoned the Tower. If the bath wasn't comfortable with the wedged so closely together he would make it big enough so that they could bathe comfortably together.

He smiled fondly at Essek, his look besotted and happy. There was a hunger too, a want that was temporarily banked but never fully sated. Well, at least not yet.

"We do have to get up from this bed." He trailed a few playful kisses over Essek's face.

It was with great reluctance that Essek pulled himself from Caleb, and as he sat on in his hands and knees between thighs, he was assuredly slick with Caleb's spend as it glazed so much of Essek's stomach. He was also impossibly touseled and real looking; a far cry from the composed Shadowhand or the always put-together Essek Thelyss outside that title.

Curls plastered to his forehead and rioted everywhere and his eyes were still bright from their activities, and the smile he gave Caleb as he reached his hand to grab up his lover's hand? It was impossibly warm and deliciously happy.

"I adore you, Caleb Widogast-- now I hope you are ready to be fussed over and groomed." He did not mention that it was likely he would sneak a braid into Caleb's hair-- the Kryn designated symbol of formal courtship. Although he was now formally on the run, the culture was still ingrained in him and his fingers itched to put a pretty braid in it, to let the entire world know that this beautiful and intelligent wizard was his.

They were both a mess. Caleb's hair was in disarray and tangled in some place. His stomach and some of his chest was streaked with spend, the come getting sticky and tacky. The hickeys Essek gave hime stood out brightly against his pale skin and freckles. Caleb Widogast was well and truly fucked.

"I am ready to surrender myself to your tender mercies," Caleb murmured with one more stretch. Then he sat up and used their joined hands to guide Essek along the short walk to the bathing chamber.

It was simple like most of the things Caleb designed for himself. The tub was high edged and made of hammered copper so it would hold the heat from the water. It would be a tight fit for the two of them.

"How hot do you like the water?" he asked as he started to fill the tub. "I don't want it to be uncomfortable for you."

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For one time only-- virgin Essek.

Coming soon... kinky Essek

Caleb is awakening a demi-disaster here

He's always been a disaster, lol That's constant.

Well now Essek is a sex-discovering disaster

These disasters are meant to be together!

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