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"I've missed you," panted the elf against his mouth, "so much."
"You know—ah—I've missed you too."
Scarred arms clung to his lover's back, feeling him as Essek moved, the tight, wet heat of him gliding up and down his cock and clenching around him in the most delicious way. Calloused hands caressed down the shifting planes of ropey muscle—all the posture training of his youth had left the drow with more than just a straight back and shoulders—their touch just feverish enough to be reverent, until Caleb could grab the other man's ass and squeeze it, his fingers digging into the plump flesh. Essek responded with a hand tight on his hair, dark lips descending upon a reddened mouth to drink from him like a man just returned from the desert—which, technically, he was. Caleb groaned when he felt two sharp canines nipping at his bottom lip, heat mounting inside him even if his blush could not possibly spread further, his face, ears, neck and chest already flushed a dark pink. Buried inside Essek, his need throbbed, and Caleb planted his feet on the mattress for leverage to thrust up in time with his lover's hips.
"Gods, I—" he gasped once his mouth was free again.
"I did not spend a month away for you to call to the gods when I come back, vallabha," purred Essek into his ear, using the fistful of red locks to tilt Caleb’s head and mouth at his throat.
Oh, gods, he had almost forgotten how the other man got when he got back from his mysterious travels. A bit possessive, a bit desperate. The smattering of purpling marks across his chest and up the side of his neck were a testament to that, and Caleb had exactly zero complaints about it.
"Essek, Essek, schatz, please, I'm so close," he amended, his right hand going around to his partner's front to gather some slick on his thumb before pressing it to the drow's cock, both allowing him to grind against it and rubbing it, making Essek clench around him again with a surprised moan.
"Mmm, are you? So... so eager to come inside me. You must have truly missed me," he teased him after recovering.
It was a bluff, Caleb knew it, he could feel it, but some things never changed. "It's not like you are, fuck, any better. You interrupted the very nice massage I was giving you to have this," he teased right back, punctuating the last word with another thrust. "I have spoiled you rotten, Thelyss. I bet you wouldn't even, ngh, last a week without cumming."
Everything stopped. Caleb almost gave a dismayed whine. He didn't even dare to move his hips up, no matter how much he craved it. Oh, oh, he was fucked. The dark flush on Essek’s cheeks persisted, but paired with the new glint of competitiveness in his eye and the arrogant quirk of his brow, it painted a devastatingly handsome picture.
"Is that a challenge, Widogast?"
He swallowed. The idea of another week without reaching completion with Essek in his arms was torture, but the promise of seven days of mutual teasing and goading was incredibly tempting.
"Maybe. What are you proposing?" He was straying into dangerous territory, but, oh, it was such a sweet thrill.
"No orgasms until next Miresen, together or apart."
A week, no more, and no less. They had gone longer before, though not without some bumps along the way. And it was usually only one of them denied for the duration, not both. Still, he was confident they could do a week; they knew how to take care of each other, in all the ways that counted.
"And aside from that?" he asked, the idea more and more arousing by the second.
"Free reign, within our usual boundaries." And with that, Caleb was sold.
"I'm in. When you can't take it any longer, you can stop the bet anytime."
That got him a fanged smirk.
"Awfully confident. The same goes to you. I cannot wait to hear you beg."
"Not if I make you beg first," Caleb murmured as he brushed his lips against Essek’s. "The winner may punish the loser, if there even is one. Dealer's choice as to how." The velvety walls still around him twitched. The human ghosted the pad of his thumb over his partner's cock. Essek started to grind against him, rolling his hips at a pace that reminded Caleb of the slow, lazy dripping of molasses out of a jar tipped just slightly.
"I can agree to that."
"I can't discern which one you like best—the prospect of punishing me or the idea of being punished," he rumbled.
"I suppose you will have to wait and see," he hummed back, looking at him through stark white eyelashes. "Seal the promise with a kiss?" Not an instant later, Caleb’s mouth was on his, and the world narrowed down to their connection once again.
It was only a long while later that they separated entirely, both of them with arousal still singing in their veins and oh so close to climaxing, but it was too soon to even think of forfeiting. After some minutes to recover and clean up, the two wizards got ready for bed, their routine like a familiar dance after years of loving one another.
Clad in only a pair of sleeping pants, Caleb watched as Essek spared not even a glance at his own garments before grabbing the matching shirt. The drow brought it up to his face and inhaled, closing his eyes with a look of contentment. After a couple of moments, he exited his appreciative state and threw it on. The hem of the shirt reached his mid-thigh, and the collar dipped down to the bottom of his sternum when it was left open, but Caleb’s absolute favorite part about it was the sleeves being a bit too long and hiding everything except for the very tips of his elegant fingers. Before getting into bed with him, Essek unlocked and opened the door to let Fritz and Awni saunter in at their leisure, their sister Greta preferring the cozy space on the rug in front of the fireplace to sleep.
Under the covers, face to face with his lover, and with no other light than the silver rays filtering in through the window, Essek sighed and closed his eyes.
"I have truly missed you," he murmured after a moment, blinking his eyes open. "I am glad to be home."
Caleb couldn't quite see him without much light, but he reached to stroke a cheek silhouetted in moonlight.
"And I am glad to have you back. I love you."
"I love you too." A slightly cooler hand took Caleb’s and brought it to Essek's lips for a kiss. "Sleep well, Caleb."
"Good night, Essek."