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“I want you,” Essek announced without a shred of warning. “To tie me down and use me until I’m begging for it, and then keep going until I can't take a second more.”
Caleb blinked up over the top of his book at him.
“Come again?” Even the idea of it had heat pooling in his gut.
“You heard me,” Essek smiled at him, just a little sharp, like he’d come up with a particularly clever spell not just propositioned Caleb in the middle of a lazy night of reading.
“Now or…”
“Whenever is convenient,” Essek shrugged, turning back to his book.
“And how would I go about ‘using you’?”
Essek shrugged, closing his book with a snap.
“However you like,” He smirked, “Surprise me.”
—
Less than an hour later, Caleb found himself wrapping Essek in beautiful silken rope, golden as the sunrise. He was careful to keep his knots loose enough. The goal was pressure, not pain.
"I don't entirely know what you're aiming for here," Essek commented idly.
"You said you wanted a surprise," Caleb shot back as he finished the final knot.
"I also remember asking to be tied down , not simply be dressed up."
"Patience," Caleb hummed.
Essek was beautiful, even more so when wrapped in the shining rope Caleb had looped him in. He hadn't tied any of the joints together, though. Likely what Essek was complaining about.
"Hands by your head," Caleb ordered.
Essek gave a languid stretch before complying – just a little rebellion. He would be making Caleb work for it, then. That worked just fine. He had a few ideas he'd been wanting to try anyway.
Caleb bounced Essek's legs up onto Caleb's shoulders and leaned forward. Essek made a soft "oof" sound as his breath was pressed from his lungs. Caleb snatched a little pouch and the flask of oil he'd left on the bedside and leaned back enough Essek could just breathe normally. The flask he deposited next to his hip.
"If you need to readjust, say so. If you need out at any point say "enough" and we stop," Caleb explained briefly. He tapped the rope with his little pouch and felt the magic take hold.
Essek did too – his head twisted to look, and his breath escaped him all at once as the realization hit.
“Comfortable?” Caleb asked as Essek actually shivered.
“As much as I can be, nearly folded in half,” Came the tart reply.
Essek squirmed in the rope – or tried to. The Immovable Object spell held the ropes tight, and Caleb had criss-crossed them around Essek thoroughly.
Essek hummed and settled into his bindings.
"Clever," He grinned up at Caleb.
"Can you make a Dispel bead like this?"
Essek hummed thoughtfully.
"Not quite, I don't think. You might be able to make some adjustments to allow it but I don't have your knack for on-the-fly modifications."
"Enough," Caleb murmured, and the ropes immediately became malleable again. Caleb kept his hands under Essek's thighs to keep them in the position he wanted, "Cast it. You use it, we stop immediately."
Essek nodded in understanding, serious for a moment. He drew his hands together and plucked a dark bead, pearl shaped and blacker than the void, out of thin air.
"How long can you make that last?" Caleb checked.
"Normally an hour," Essek replied, "Longer when in my hands. I've never seen how far I can push it, though."
"It fades, tell me immediately."
Essek nodded in understanding, so Caleb tucked two fingers into Essek’s warmth. He was already slick with arousal.
“Excited?” Caleb asked with a smirk.
Essek hummed.
“Marginally, I suppose,” Came his idle reply.
Caleb raised a brow.
“Backtalk will get you nowhere right now, you realize.”
“I don’t know. Could be interesting to see who holds out longer. You may end up giving up.”
Caleb’s second brow rose to join the first.
“You think you can get me to forget this little game while tied so tightly you can’t move?” Caleb pressed a third finger into Essek, earning a twitch and a tight breath, “It’s been a while. You’ll be begging before long.”
“I win I get to come,” Caleb could practically see Essek’s attempted shrug, “You win, I get to come.”
“I win,” Caleb corrected, “You’ll be held on edge for so long you can’t even think straight. I could make you come more than once even; push you over that edge again and again…”
Essek clenched around his fingers, for all his expression remained unaffected.
“How many times do you think you can come tonight before breaking?” Caleb asked as he spread his fingers in Essek, “Two? Three?”
“Don’t underestimate me,” Essek scoffed, “At least three.”
“That’s if you come at all tonight,” Caleb reminded
“I will,” Essek replied easily, “It’s a long night, and you have nothing planned for tomorrow. Eventually, you’ll end up the one tied, and I’ll be riding you until you beg.”
“Will see.” Caleb thrust his fingers gently. They slid easily, Essek slick enough to ease the way for the moment.
“How many times do you think you can come?” Essek shot back, “I’ll outlast you.”
He did have a point there, so Caleb stood to move to the bedside. A moment of rummaging – and Essek really was right about them needing to organize – and he pulled out one of their stone phalluses.
“At least three,” Caleb echoed Essek’s assessment, “But then I don’t have to outlast you.” He held up the false cock for Essek’s examination. “You wanted to beg, remember? You’re going to beg.”
Essek shot him a wicked grin. He wasn’t always in the mood for these sorts of games, but when he was he rarely played fair. He had asked for a surprise, though. Caleb had a few ideas, and the immovable rope was just the beginning.
—
Caleb had already come once with Essek folded, legs thrown over Caleb’s shoulders and held there by Caleb’s magic. It had earned a satisfied sigh from Essek and little else.
They’d since rearranged, Essek face down in the pillows with his ass lifted beautifully for Caleb. His arms were folded to crisscross at the wrists over his spine. It wasn’t a position he could hold particularly long – his shoulders would get sore after a while – but with the aid of the rope It worked for the moment.
“You could come any time,” Caleb remarked, phallus moving almost painfully slow in Essek, “All you have to do is ask nicely.”
“Or you could ask me. “Please Essek, let me make you come. Gods, let me”-”
Caleb nipped at the swell of his ass for that. They played that game sometimes. That wasn’t the goal tonight, though.
With a sigh, Caleb pulled the phallus from Essek’s cunt. He knelt up, flask of oil in hand. He pressed the tip of his dick into Essek’s heat before stilling. He could feel Essek clench around him, but the ropes didn’t let him rock back onto him. Caleb drizzled a little more oil between Essek’s cheeks, letting it pool on his dick. Slow thrusts coated it, easing the slide. Essek sighed contently, as though he were getting a massage not a cock in his cunt. Caleb was careful to cap the oil again before setting it aside.
“Are you going to actually fuck me tonight?” Essek mumbled, for all Caleb could feel him flexing in his bindings.
“Not to your liking?” Caleb skimmed his hand down Essek’s spine to where his arms were folded back.
“You’re never going to get me to come at this rate.”
“If you remember,” Caleb gripped Essek’s crossed wrists, “You don’t get to come until you ask for it.
“Hmmm,” He could hear Essek’s grin, “Perhaps you should try harder then. If you can, that is.”
Caleb thrust hard, drawing a startled “Ah!” from Essek. From there, he set his pace, not fast but hard enough he’d normally have to worry about Essek sliding up the bed.
“Really,” Essek gasped, “I could get off faster fucking you. I could take that false cock and use my own slick to stretch you on it. Would you like that?” Caleb bit back a groan, but Essek seemed to know anyway because he shot a smirk back to Caleb over his shoulder.
Even not being able to rock back into him, Essek still flexed around his cock. The phallus was a little bigger than Caleb’s cock – Essek shouldn’t still feel so tight around him. Caleb felt the edge of his orgasm approaching and slowed.
“Careful or I’ll think you need more than one cock in you. I could fuck your face while you rode that phallus. Or, I could stretch your ass nice and open and stuff you full of two cocks.“ Caleb fought to keep his voice steady, as close as he was.
Caleb felt Essek shiver around him, but they hadn’t really talked about the latter, and he’d prefer to make that kind of decision with a clear head. The image of Essek riding the false cock was a good one, but that would mean releasing the Immovable Object spell, and he was rather enjoying Essek being so fully held.
“Next time I’ll have to tie a knot over your cock. Let you squirm without anything else to help you along. See how long it takes you to come.” Caleb leaned over him, front to Essek’s back.
Essek didn’t reply, but Caleb could feel him twitch and clench around his cock.
“Oh, you liked that one? Maybe if I’m feeling generous I could even tie a phallus in you while I’m at it. Give you something to clench down on. Do you think it would help?”
“I think it would look prettier on you,” Essek replied with only the hint of shake to his voice, “Blue rope to match your eyes, of course. Put that knot right at the base of your dick. You’re always so pretty stretched out for me – maybe I’d help you along. Keep going until I’ve wrung you dry.”
With a final clench from Essek, Caleb felt himself lose his grip on his thrusts and spilled in Essek’s inviting heat.
“Oh?” Essek mimicked Caleb's tone from before, “You liked that one?”
“Enough,” Caleb gasped as he pulled out.
Essek immediately sagged without the spell to hold him.
“Giving up then?”
“Hardly.” He gripped Essek’s arms and pulled him up and back into a kneeling position. The move also let Essek stretch from the position he'd been in.
Essek reached for his own cock, but Caleb caught his wrist.
“Ah, no. I didn’t say you could touch.” He pushed Essek to the mattress and shuffled until he could get him flat on his back.
“At this rate I won’t come at all.” Essek sighed.
“Keep it up and you won't. Remember, you just have to ask.” He hiked Essek’s legs back over his shoulders and leaned forward to the edge of what he knew was comfortable. “Hands above your head.”
Essek raised a brow and kept his arms at shoulder height.
“Are you really-” Essek began
Caleb caught his wrists and jerked them where he wanted. A twist of will, and the ropes may as well have been iron. Essek flexed in his new position – one much kinder on his arms – and sighed.
“Apparently you are. How unlike you to repeat yourself.”
Caleb slipped the phallus back into Essek.
He set a quicker pace. He could see Essek try to twitch in the ropes, to flex. As long as they’d been at it, Essek had to be sensitive. The rapid thrusts were doing a marvelous job of drawing him higher. His breath began to come quicker.
Caleb traded hands and kept up his punishing pace. Until Essek was making little bitten off noises.
Essek finally groaned, close now, but not quite enough. Caleb had yet to get him to come for the first time in a night with just thrusting. Second or third orgasm maybe, but not until then. Caleb watched Essek’s toes curl uselessly in the ropes, the Immovable Object spell still holding the bindings tight. Caleb's wrists were both tired from trading off on the phallus currently driving Essek to the edge and keeping him there, though. Caleb traded hands again, flexing his fingers.
“Getting tired?” How did Essek sound so calm after more than an hour of being fucked and not allowed to come? “You could always give up,” He taunted as though he was the one in charge.
Caleb just raised an eyebrow and shifted the angle of his thrusting. He pulled a gasp from Essek before Essek could bite down on the noise.
“You have such a pretty voice,” Caleb commented, keeping his voice aloof, “But you really need to learn to control that tongue of yours.”
Essek smirked at him.
“Find a better use of it, if you don’t like it.”
Caleb hummed, slowing the thrusts before stilling completely. He left the phallus in Essek’s dripping cunt as he stood. Essek was watching him, eyebrow cocked, even with his face flushed and eyes blown dark. He watched with feigned indifference as Caleb picked up more bright rope and began to loop and tie it into a round knot.
“You know how to stop this?” Caleb prompted.
Essek rolled his eyes.
“I do. “Enou-"," he cut himself off so as not to actually say the word, "releases the spell,”
“And if you can’t talk?”
“Then I use my ‘bead’ of Dispel. It can’t have been thirty minutes already.”
Caleb had been checking in every thirty minutes on the dot.
“It hasn’t been.” Caleb replied easily – only eighteen minutes, “But I just wanted to be sure before doing this.”
He hooked his thumb in Essek’s mouth near the joint of the jaw to hold it open. He took the rope and pressed the knot in the middle into Essek’s mouth. Even as Essek made a surprised noise, Caleb was tying the loop behind his head to hold the gag in place. He watched as Essek flexed his jaw, as if testing the give of the knot – very little – before giving a full body shiver, hips trying to cant up in the frozen rope.
“Good?” Caleb asked gently.
They’d discussed gagging before, and Essek hadn’t wanted any details for this particular session. "Surprise me,” He’d said.
Essek’s breath was coming a little faster as he nodded. Silence was a dangerous thing for a caster. With his mouth free, the ability to Misty Step out of the rope was right there. Caleb had just taken that from him, something Essek had admitted to wanting to try a while ago, during their initial conversations over what they liked in bed.
“You were right though, my hands are a little tired,” Caleb admitted with an overplayed mournful tone, “But don’t worry, I have an idea. I've wanted to try this for a while." Caleb watched Essek shiver again at his smirk.
Essek groaned, bereft as Caleb removed the phallus entirely. Caleb dragged his fingers up Essek’s slick hole, dodging his cock completely. He tucked three fingers in easily, earning a pleased sigh from Essek.
“You’re so wet, dearest. I wonder how much more you can take.”
He slipped his fingers out and raised his hands to cast. Essek watched with a confused expression, before recognition hit.
The Resonant Echo manifested next to Caleb, and Essek’s eyes went wide.
Without any show – or any warning – Caleb directed the Echo toward Essek.
The Echo’s cock slipped along the slick of Essek’s cunt, before it pressed the tip in slowly. It entered in short, slow thrusts, letting Essek’s arousal ease the way. Caleb watched carefully. It should be enough, but he still had plenty of extra oil on hand, just in case.
Essek groaned long and low as the Echo finally seated fully within him. His hips once more twitched ineffectually, reaching ever for more stimulation. Caleb silently directed the Echo to begin thrusting, slow and deep.
“It’s interesting. I’ll have to ask you once you have your mouth back if you’ve ever used the spell for a similar purpose.” Caleb ran his hand down Essek’s throat to his chest, where he tugged gently on one pierced nipple. “Not that it matters now. As you already know, it lasts for an hour. And it doesn’t get tired.”
He had the Echo speed up and Caleb pinched harder, managing to pull a whine from Essek. He bent close to whisper in Essek’s ear.
“I have plenty of spells, dear. We could fuck you until dawn.” He bit down on the tip of Essek’s ear, drawing out a muffled cry. Caleb directed the Echo again, until it was thrusting hard and deep into Essek at a pace Caleb could never hold for long. Essek whined high in his throat, jerking in his bindings. Almost there. Almost enough.
“Remember,” Caleb’s hand wandered down to just above Essek’s cock, never quite touching. “It doesn’t get tired.
Essek shot him a wide-eyed desperate look, before his eyes squeezed shut as he attempted to arch in the rope. He went, of course, nowhere.
When Caleb finally touched his cock, Essek practically screamed behind his gag, jerking in the rope’s hold. Caleb was careful though – a soft touch, only two strokes before removing his hand.
Essek wasn’t quiet after that. Whimpers and cries tore their way from his throat from behind the gag. Caleb bent close when he spotted desperate tears, slowing the Echo.
“You remember how to stop this?” He asked.
Essek practically gasped for breath, but he gave a shaky nod all the same.
“Good,” Caleb smiled gently down at him, a counterpoint to the silent command to the Echo to return to its punishing pace.
Essek slammed his head back into the soft pillows with another stifled shout. Caleb kept up his teasing touches. Sometimes Essek’s ears, sometimes his nipples. Every once in a while his cock, but only the softest, most brief of touches. He had to be driving Essek mad.
Sure enough, Essek finally broke. His muffled begging was garbled by the gag, but Caleb could recognise the chanted ‘please’.
“What’s that?” He teased, “I can’t quite hear you, Schatz.”
Essek did scream as the Echo quicked its pace even more, high sounds of desperation stoppered by the gag.
“I think I understand,” Caleb said, hand ghosting toward Essek’s cock. Essek nodded frantically as Caleb ran his fingers just barely over it.
“But,” Caleb pulled his hand away. Essek eyes flew wide, “You were being a brat earlier. I think you can hold out a little longer.”
Essek shook his head wildly, babbling words fast enough Caleb couldn’t make them out past the gag.
“A shame really. The Echo’s time is almost up, too. We could just leave you lying there, I suppose.”
Essek sobbed again.
“No? You disagree? I can’t understand you, dear. You really should speak more clearly.”
Another fleeting touch to his cock. The Echo slowed to a gentle, lazy pace before stopping entirely, and Essek wailed in frustration. Caleb ran his fingers over Essek’s cock again, stroking until Essek’s body tightened and he began to shake.
“Mmm, nevermind actually.” Caleb said and removed his hand.
Essek’s head tossed back and forth as he struggled, right on the edge of orgasm with nothing to push him over.
“Shh,” Caleb soothed, leaning over him to press a kiss to his cheek, “Breath for a moment.”
Of course, he punctuated this by having the Echo refresh the Immovable Object spell on the ropes, causing its form to dissipate. Essek keened at the loss.
“Patience,” Caleb reminded, “I told you to breathe.”
Essek, finally, complied. His gaze was hazy as he turned to tuck his head nearer to Caleb.
“Good,” Caleb purred and slipped his way downward. He kept a hand ever pressed to Essek’s skin as anchor, a promise he wasn’t leaving, just moving.
It had been long enough Caleb was finally hard again, so he scooped some of Essek’s slick from between Essek’s folds and thrust gently into the ring of his own fingers. He groaned at the feeling, having ignored himself for a while. Essek whimpered in sympathy.
Essek actually sighed as Caleb sank into him, body relaxing for a moment.
“Is it that then?” Caleb pressed his thumb against the tip of Essek’s cock. “You need just something inside you? I’m sure we could come up with something to keep you happy. something to plug you up until I’m ready to use you again.” His thumb slid back and forth gently until he felt Essek clenching down hard on his cock.
He stopped again.
“You’d have to be good though.” Caleb reminded as Essek wailed.
He smoothed his hands up Essek’s hips, fingers tracing the rope encasing him.
His hand went to Essek’s cock again, rubbing firmly once before lifting. He let himself begin to thrust, merely rocking into Essek.
Twice more he teased Essek to just shy of orgasm, bringing him to the brink before letting his body calm.
“Are you going to be good?” He asked gently.
Essek nodded desperately. Caleb leaned forward to untie the gag. Essek sucked in one frantic gasp before the words that had been held back spilled from his lips.
“Please let me come,” Essek begged, “Please, please I’ll be good. Please just let me come. Caleb-”
“You can come whenever you like,” Caleb reminded with a grin, “I’m not asking you to hold back.”
“I can’t . Caleb, please. Caleb. Caleb.”
Caleb hummed and pressed a hand to Essek’s cheek. Essek nuzzled into it, seeming as starved for touch as for orgasm.
“I think you can handle two more,” Caleb decided.
“No! Please, no! Caleb, let me-!”
“I thought you were going to be good for me,” Caleb reminded as he ran his thumb up Essek’s length.
“I am!” Essek wailed, “I have been. I was.”
“No – I distinctly remember you talking back quite a bit, actually.”
“I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’ll be better, I promise-”
“You really shouldn’t make promises when you’re about to come. Not the best time for planning.” Caleb began to thrust, stealing another gasp from Essek.
He set a leisurely pace. One with no urgency. Essek kept up a litany of ‘Caleb’ and ‘Please’ the whole while. Sure enough he approached that edge again. Caleb pressed himself fully inside, grinding his hips against Essek without pulling out. He pulled his hand off Essek’s cock again.
“No!” Essek wailed, “No! No, no, nononono, please . Caleb, I can’t.”
“Just one more, Schatz,” Caleb reminded, “One more and then you can come.”
“I can’t Caleb. I- I’ll- Please!”
Caleb hummed and began to rock his hips again.
“Are you sure? I think you have one more in you. Then you can come as much as you want. We could play that game after, if you like. See how many times you can come in a row? You’ll be so sensitive by then.”
He brought Essek higher and higher, hand moving fast over his cock.
“Not again,” Essek gasped, “Please don't stop again. I can’t. Please just let me come-”
“No.” Caleb lifted his hand and stilled his thrusting.
Essek shrieked, thrashing as much as he could in the immovable ropes.
“How many time’s to you want to come?” He asked. When he got no response save Essek trying to move in his bonds, He caught Essek’s cheeks and held his face steady.
“Breathe.” He ordered, and Essek sucked in a shaking breath. His body began to slacken under Caleb as he panted for air. “How many times do you want to come?” Caleb asked again.
“I… Wha…”
“We’ll keep it simple then,” Caleb announced.
He let his hands slide from Essek’s damp cheeks to his hips and began to thrust again.
“Caleb,” Essek gasped, “Caleb. Caleb.”
“You can come, Schatz,” Caleb replied to the hushed begging, “You can come. I won’t stop again.”
“I can’t,” Essek’s head lolled against the pillows, “I can’t.”
“You can.” Caleb replied before bending down to kiss him. He slipped his hand between their bodies and found Essek’s cock once more, “Come for me, Schatz.”
His hand moved fast over Essek’s cock, thrusts speeding up to match. He was close himself, Essek having squeezed around him every time Caleb brought him near the edge. Caleb swore and thrust faster.
“Please. Please,” Essek chanted.
“You’ve been so good, go ahead and come.” Caleb answered.
Essek sobbed as he hit the point when Caleb had been stopping before. This time, Caleb only thrust harder, matching the pace he’d held the Echo at for most of that hour. Fingers moving in tight circles, cock sinking deep with every thrust, He finally pushed Essek over that edge.
Essek couldn’t actually arch up in the ropes, but he still pressed hard against them. His head tossed back, exposing his throat, and his voice seemed to lock up. He clenched hard around Caleb’s cock, driving him to follow and spill inside Essek with a groan.
One, Caleb counted silently. He kept his hand moving quickly, for all he slowed the pace of his thrusts.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah!” Essek jerked and spasmed in the ropes again. Two.
“One more,” Caleb leaned forward to murmur against Essek’s throat, “You’ve been so good. Just let go now.”
Caleb's hand and hips may have slowed, but they didn’t stop. The continued attention had Essek’s body right back up at the precipice again.
“I don’t think I can,” Essek gasped, voice hoarse, “Caleb, I can't…”
“You can. I’ll get you there. Just let go.”
His hand on Essek’s cock picked up speed. His free hand came up to curl around the shell of Essek’s ear, pinching hard while he sucked a bruise into Essek’s arched throat.
Essek actually screamed as he tipped over for the third time.
Caleb was careful to gentle his touch. His thrusting turned into a slow grind. It took a long moment for Essek to loosen again, going practically boneless in the sure hold of the rope.
“Enough,” Caleb murmured quietly, and the enchantment holding the rope released.
He caught Essek’s legs as they dropped, lowering them to the mattress. No longer folded nearly in half, Essek gasped deep breaths. Caleb gripped the rope in one hand and with a flick of his wrist and a few words, it began to unravel. He spooled it free of Essek, until it was a large ball of golden cord. A Fabricate spell might have been a bit overpowered to just untie the rope, but Caleb wanted it off Essek as quickly as possible.
He ran careful hands over the rope marks, looking for any broken skin or particularly raw places. He found none – he’d been careful with his knots. Next, He stretched out along Essek’s side, one arm thrown over him to give him some of that weight he so loved.
“So good,” He praised, “You were so good for me.”
He kept up the soft words until Essek sighed and his eyes managed to focus on Caleb.
“There you are,” Caleb smiled at him, hand coming up to cup his cheek.
“Here I am,” Essek replied with a rough voice.
He shifted his arm up so Caleb could see it and opened his clenched grip. Inside was a dark pearl of magic – the Dispel he’d created – flawless and unused. He tipped his hand, but instead of rolling off his palm, it trickled down into dust and disappeared.
“It was good then?” Caleb checked.
“Very,” Essek hummed. He shifted slightly, only to groan – likely sore from being fucked for three hours straight.
“Do you want a potion?”
“No, I’m alright for now,” Essek’s lips twitched into a smile, “Though that may change once I have to start moving again."
“Bath?”
“Not yet.” Essek sighed, eyes drifting shut.
“Let me get you cleaned up then,” Caleb rolled upright.
Essek whined and caught his arm though, eyes having widened. Caleb climbed back onto him and cupped Essek’s cheeks in his hands.
“The watcher pitcher and bowl are across the room, dear-heart,” He reminded gently, “We didn’t want to risk knocking them over, remember?”
“You can just leave it,” Essek groaned.
“Between sweat, oil, your slick, and my come? You would be grumpy in the morning, I promise you.” Caleb bit back his laugh.
Essek’s eyes fluttered shut, then shot open again as if Caleb would somehow disappear were he not watching.
“I want you to count to ten for me. I’ll be back before you finish.” Caleb promised, “You can watch me the whole time.”
Instead of answering, Essek began to count. By two, Caleb had pulled himself off the bed. Four had him gathering a newly filled bowel and hand towels. Six and he was back at Essek’s side.
“See? Everything’s fine.” Caleb dipped a finger in the bowl, heating it.
Essek sighed at the first touch of the warm cloth, eyes drooping shut again.
“You fall asleep now, I won’t be able to get your back,” Caleb warned gently.
“Don’t care,” Essek grumbled before stiffening, hazy gaze finding Caleb once again, “Can I-”
“You can do whatever you want, Schatz,” Caleb soothed, “If you want to sleep, then sleep. You don’t have to listen to me any more. You were already good for me.”
Essek began to relax again, rolling over with a hiss so he lay on his side.
“Anything hurt?” Caleb asked as he washed the newly exposed skin.
“My cock and my innards,” Essek replied dryly. He was surfacing. Slowly, but he was, “It's good, though – I like it. Just don’t touch for a while.”
“I will do my best to avoid touching your innards,” Caleb responded solemnly.
Essek laughed, and Caleb put the bowl on the floor, out of kicking range.
They curled up into each other, and Caleb could feel Essek slowly drift off. He let himself follow a moment later.