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Caleb set up the Jenga tower on the coffee table in the dim candle light and Essek went to the dark kitchen, grabbing snacks and drinks swiftly so as to not let the cold out of the fridge, uncertain when the power would be restored. He got two bottles of hard apple cider and brought everything to the living room, setting the chips down in the recliner and the drinks on the end table, seeing as the coffee table had been repurposed and Caleb shooed him away when he went near it. Essek was still sticking firm to not needing to get redressed, just wearing one of Caleb's undershirts and his briefs, while Caleb was in his nice dress shirt and vest from their date night.
“Now, ground rules.” Caleb said, standing up with a grunt. “First, no magic.”
“Shame.” Essek sighed. “It’s one of the few things you’re good at.”
Caleb gaped and Essek laughed hysterically, bending over with his hands on his knees he was laughing so hard.
“Oh, it’s that kind of game, is it?” Caleb was trying not to laugh, too.
“You teed me up!” Essek exclaimed in defense, gesturing to Caleb with both hands. “What do you want from me?!”
“I was going to tell you that before you roasted me like a comedy special.” Caleb shot back and Essek giggled. “Do you want to hear the rules now or shall we start and I wipe the floor with you?” Caleb sort of rolled his eyes, adding as an afterthought, “In a sexy way.”
“Tell me the rules, game master.” Essek chuckled, handing Caleb an opened dark brown glass bottle. “Apologies. Sexy game master.”
Caleb took it from him with an amused smile.
“The object of the game is to remove blocks from the tower and add them to the top without knocking the tower over.” Caleb explained. He took a second to cheers Essek with a clinking of the necks of their bottles before continuing, watching his partner sip his own cider. “You can’t choose any blocks from the first three levels, you can only use one hand, and when you touch a block and move it, you have to commit to that block. You can test a block once by tapping it, but once you touch it and it moves, that’s your block.”
“I think I get it.” Essek hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head and studying the tower of neatly stacked rectangular wooden blocks. “I assume when one of us knocks down the tower, the one who knocks it down takes off an article of clothing.”
“Sounds fair to me. And to be clear, is a pair of something one article or two?”
“Mm… One, so the game ends quicker. I want to have you in the shower too before the power comes back on.”
Essek nonchalantly sipped his drink before setting it down, grinning when he heard his boyfriend clear his throat.
“Should we get started, then?” Caleb’s voice sounded a little tense. Essek took great pride in it.
“By all means, game master,” Essek gestured to the tower, “show me how it’s done.”
Caleb glared playfully at Essek, knowing his boyfriend was taking the piss, and took a swig before choosing the first block.
They went back and forth, trying to outsmart each other and laughing nervously when the tower began to give. After a few minutes, though, thick Zemnian fingers just weren’t careful enough and the tower fell as Caleb accidentally nudged a vital support.
“Mist!” Caleb cursed.
Essek was practically radiating arrogance and snacked on some chips while Caleb rebuilt the tower.
“So what comes off first for me?” Essek pondered, eying Caleb’s bent form as he finished stacking the blocks. “Hmm… What about that vest?”
“Beginner’s luck means a beginner’s prize.” Caleb retorted, peeling his socks off.
Essek scoffed. “I should’ve known you’d take the easy option.”
“What, you don’t love my feet?”
“I mean this in the kindest way possible, dear…” Essek passed the bag of chips over to Caleb when his boyfriend reached out for it. “Absolutely not.”
Caleb laughed and nodded toward the tower. “You go first. I want chips.”
The second round lasted a little longer than the first. Caleb was being extra careful, now, and Essek was finding himself on the backfoot more often than not. But he managed to win once more, getting Caleb to take off that vest.
The third round was less victorious for Essek. He merely gripped a block and the tower began to tip. Clumsy fingers that he blamed on the alcohol meant Essek had to shuck Caleb’s undershirt off, blushing when Caleb whistled and ogled him up and down.
The fourth round was another loss for Caleb, thankfully. Essek eyed Caleb’s bare chest hungrily with a sinful smirk.
The fifth round meant the loss of Caleb’s dress pants. They were both in their underwear, now, Essek in his briefs and Caleb in his boxers.
The last game was upon them. It was a tense fight with many near misses.
“Vith!” Essek swore as the tower fell into a clattering of wood over the coffee table. Caleb laughed victoriously and raised his fists above his head, and Essek silently seethed at the game that defied him.
“After all that talk, Shadowhand.” Caleb teased him, stepping closer to Essek.
“Shut up.”
“Come now, darling,” Caleb curled a finger under his sulking boyfriend’s chin and tilted it toward him, “don’t be a sore loser.”
“I hate you.” Essek glared, but there was no heat behind it. Caleb grinned.
“I’m sure you do.” The redhead slipped his hand along Essek’s jaw from his chin to cradle it, grazing cool drow skin with his fingertips. “You know what this means, though, don’t you?”
“That I have to take off my underwear?” Essek glared, unamused. Caleb hummed, neither a yes or a no. He then smirked.
“That you’re secretly the real winner.”
Before Essek could ask clarifying questions, Caleb was bringing their faces together and mouthing at his lips, sending sparks over his skin. Struck flint burned his skin until a glowing warmth began in his core and fanned out to the rest of his body. He was hopeless to do anything but wrap his arms around Caleb’s neck and shiver under calloused hands petting his sides and lower back.
Caleb pulled away after a heated moment, sitting down on the couch and reclining back. He eyed Essek hungrily with a small grin, murmuring, “But first, your briefs.”
Realizing with blushing cheeks what Caleb was asking for, the human relaxing like this was a show for him to indulge in, Essek ghosted his hands up his thighs to his waistband. He didn’t know how to put on a show, but he figured slowing everything down and drawing it out was the appeal, so he tried that.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and eased the fabric down at a glacial pace, heart fluttering when Caleb bit his lip. One side dipped lower, then the other, scooting down inch by inch. Caleb’s eyes were locked on the base of his partner’s cock unblinkingly once it peeked out from under the waistband, and when Essek’s cock sprang free Caleb released his lip with a swipe of his tongue, sitting up. He admired Essek’s nude form bathed in the candlelight as Essek let his briefs drop to the floor and stepped out of them.
“You are gorgeous.” Caleb reached out for his lover and Essek moved forward, letting Caleb guide him to stand in front of him, blushing under the rapt attention of his partner. Calloused pale hands glided down Essek’s smooth chest and stomach, curling around his sides to graze his back. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
Caleb’s beard tickled Essek’s skin as the Zemnian trailed kisses over Essek’s stomach, making the drow gasp and struggle not to laugh. He let loose a giggle and squirmed when Caleb tried to kiss his side. Caleb looked up at Essek’s smiling face and chuckled, pleasantly surprised.
“Are you ticklish?”
Essek was admittedly a bit distracted by the hand smoothing down his front to his navel, so it took him a couple seconds to process the question.
“A little.” He confessed. He sighed a small exhale and rested his hands on broad shoulders as Caleb’s fingers grazed his shaft before delicately wrapping around it.
He lightly stroked Essek with just his fingers, teasing him, and Essek licked his lip, eying the human’s mouth that was perfectly level with his hips. The drow squeezed Caleb’s shoulders as his boyfriend mouthed at the tip of him, cursing under his breath in Undercommon.
Caleb licked his top lip and hummed happily. “Gods, you taste so good.” He laved Essek’s tip with his tongue, flicking it along the underside, and Essek groaned through a closed mouth, eyes falling closed. Caleb ended his licking with another mouthed kiss, this one over the ridge of Essek’s tip, making Essek’s hips flex. “I could suck you off everyday for the rest of my life and never get tired of your taste, liebling.”
“Ca-”
The Zemnian took Essek into his mouth and ended whatever train of thought made Essek attempt to say Caleb’s name. Essek’s nerves lit up and warmth spread throughout his body like a hot flash as Caleb sucked and groaned around him, bobbing his head a few times before sinking down and sheathing Essek to the hilt in his mouth.
“Oh fuck.” Essek cursed, palming the back of Caleb’s head. He didn’t guide Caleb’s movements, just held on for the ride. He figured that was what Caleb preferred until Caleb drew back and off, and for a split second he was worried he’d done something wrong.
“Fuck my mouth.”
A bomb of arousal detonated in Essek’s chest, traveling swiftly like a back blast to his groin, burning him from the inside out. Caleb had sucked him off before, but allowing Essek to take control and use him, giving in to that vulnerability, was relatively new.
“Vith. Yes.” Essek felt suddenly breathless. “Luxon above, yes.”
With the verbal agreement, Caleb scooted closer to the edge of the cushion and sat up a little straighter, his adoring blown-out pupils rimmed by blue irises gazing up at Essek, hungry and desperate. His hands held onto the backs of indigo thighs and his mouth parted, making Essek shiver.
“Good gods, Caleb.” Essek groaned, taking himself in hand. He stroked himself in front of Caleb’s face, watching Caleb’s eyelashes flutter with arousal at the sight. “If you need to stop, what’s your signal?”
Caleb blinked, brows furrowing just slightly. Essek wasn’t sure if it was because he was thinking or because he didn’t know what Essek meant. Caleb answered before he could ask.
“I’ll tap you.” He demonstrated by tapping twice with two fingers pressed together on the back of Essek’s knee before sliding his hand back up to Essek’s thigh.
“Alright.” Essek smirked when Caleb opened his mouth again, acting almost impatient. “Stick out your tongue.”
Caleb huffed through his nose but did as Essek ordered, sticking his tongue out.
Arousal burned Caleb’s blood and made his eyelashes flutter when Essek lightly tapped his length against his tongue. Essek drew his hips back slightly to smear the underside of his tip along the soft muscle tasting him, and a low groan of pure want came from Caleb’s throat.
Having Essek touch the back of his tongue so directly teased his gag reflex, so Caleb made a show of swirling his tongue around Essek’s tip, keeping heavy eye contact as he gathered Essek’s precome and swallowed it, giving himself a few seconds to get past the discomfort.
“Showing off for me?” Essek teased, but Caleb could feel the surprise and lust in his partner’s voice. Caleb grinned.
“Of course, liebling.” Caleb rubbed the backs of Essek’s thighs, squeezing them a little. “What’s all the practicing been for if not to show off for you?”
Essek held himself at the base and Caleb parted his lips, eyes dropping to stare at the flushed dark lavender cock leveling with his mouth.
“Show off some more for me then, ussta che.” Essek pushed forward enough to press his tip to chapped lips. “I’m a bit dry.”
Caleb grinned wolfishly, cluing in to the disguised hint, and leaned forward to take Essek’s tip into his mouth. Once he was sure Essek was slick, he pulled off and ducked, mouthing wet kisses over Essek’s shaft. The gentle scrape of Caleb’s beard against sensitive skin made Essek shiver and groan, burying a hand into Caleb’s hair.
“Alright, alright.” Essek swallowed. “I can't get any wetter.”
Caleb’s nose pressed into the base of Essek’s cock as Caleb gave the gentlest lick to Essek’s sac, knowing he’d appreciated getting squeezed before and would probably like it, and Essek jolted with a gasp, gripping Caleb’s hair. The redhead moaned, gave a more purposeful lick with some more confidence, and grunted when Essek pulled him away by his hair, twitching in his boxers.
He felt Essek’s thighs tense and opened his eyes as Essek’s tip pressed against his parted lips, which reflexively parted for him so Essek could ease in just a little further. Preparing for what was to come, Caleb leveled his head and relaxed his jaw, glimpsing Essek’s navel before his eyes fell closed again and he did his best to melt and become pliant.
“Ready?” Essek palmed Caleb’s head with both hands, one hand gripping a handful of hair at his scalp, messing up his barely restrained ponytail.
Caleb gave Essek a thumb’s up then swiftly put his hand back, holding onto the backs of Essek’s thighs and enjoying the blissful silence in his mind.
His boyfriend started off slow. Easing his hips forward, stopping short, easing back, and then easing in again but deeper, repeating the process until he was buried in Caleb’s mouth and felt fingers digging into his skin, clutching onto him.
“You feel divine.” Essek sighed with a smile. He lightened his thrusts as he sped up to a steady relaxed rhythm, not wanting to choke Caleb. It made his blood sing in his skull, the possessive way he was holding onto Caleb’s head. Obviously it was doing something for Caleb, too, as one hand dropped from Essek’s thigh to Caleb’s lap and Essek lost sight of it. He figured out what Caleb was doing when his shoulder began moving rhythmically and he moaned around Essek’s cock.
Caleb had clumsily dipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, so hard it hurt, and spread the precome leaking from him over his aching dick. He stroked himself fast, knuckles grazing the wet spot he’d made on the inside of his boxers, and was stuck between melting with relief at the friction and tensing like a spring being compressed.
“Don’t - come.” Essek demanded, panting. “I want to see it.”
Caleb’s closed eyes squeezed together and Essek was worried he’d hurt him for a split second until Caleb groaned around him and his eyes relaxed, staying closed. Caleb’s labored breathing that followed was when Essek realized Caleb’s arm had stopped moving.
“Did you come?”
His partner tapped on the back of Essek’s knee twice and Essek immediately withdrew, the worry coming back as Caleb coughed. But his partner shook his head, answering Essek’s question, and Essek noticed Caleb’s arm was tense and his hand was still in his boxers, his partner squeezing himself to stave off his orgasm.
“Almost - but no.” Caleb rolled his jaw and tilted his head back, rubbing at one of the joints. “Jaw’s tired.”
“Then we’ll switch.” Essek smiled, panting through slightly parted lips, and rubbed the other sore joint. “Unless tonight’s winner wants something else?”
Caleb shucked his boxers off and laughed, “I’m so close you could pull my hair and I’d come, schatzi.”
Essek smirked, and then raised an eyebrow as an idea occurred to him.
“Oh really?” He murmured with intrigue, a grin curling his lips devilishly.
The hand that had been rubbing two fingers underneath Caleb’s sweaty ear slid up into his hair and gripped it roughly, pulling his head back, and Caleb’s eyes shot wide at the ceiling and dug his fingers into the couch cushion as if he was holding on for dear life, boxers falling around his feet.
He had the air knocked from his lungs and his cock gave a solid jerk, but he didn’t come. Essek tsked.
“Caleb Widogast,” he gasped with mock shock, grinning like the smug bastard he was, “you lied to me.”
“Schatzi, bitte.” Caleb’s voice was little more than air and he squirmed, pressing his head into Essek’s fist.
“What is it, winner?”
“Again.” Caleb wrapped a hand around himself, eyes falling closed. “Fuck, do that again.”
“You want me to pull your hair?” Essek let Caleb’s hair go to caress his neck and clavicle, manicured fingernails grazing pale shoulders. “That’s all you want me to do to you?”
Caleb squeezed his shaft, moaned a little, and laughed breathily. “Oh, you’ve got a dangerous mouth.”
“Trust me,” Essek leaned down to Caleb’s ear and whispered with pride, “I know.”
Pale indigo fingers slid down Caleb’s sweaty body to tease Caleb’s cock with feather-light stroking and the swiping of his thumb over the very tip of him. Caleb shuddered and properly moaned, clutching the couch and jerking his hips into his stilled fist wrapped around his base.
“Fuck me.” Caleb cursed as warmth flooded his veins at Essek’s words, starting to stroke himself underneath Essek’s hand. “I need to come, bitte. I’m so hard it hurts.” Caleb chuckled a little, amazed he was saying such a thing.
Just a few years ago he couldn’t remember what being hard felt like. Just a few months ago, he couldn’t remember what it was like to want someone else to touch him when he did manage to get hard. Now he was so hard it felt like his cock would burst in his hand, and he wanted nothing more than for Essek to keep touching him and never stop.
“You’ve yet to answer me.” Essek leaned back, pulling his hand away, and Caleb opened his eyes to meet Essek’s just inches away. “What do you want? My voice in your ear and my hand tugging your hair? Or do you want it lower?” Essek admired Caleb’s flushed face with a smug smile, trailing fingers down a sweaty Zemnian sternum. “I have dangerous hands, too, you know.”
“Oh, I’m well aware.” Caleb chuckled darkly and wrapped a hand around the back of Essek’s neck, caressing his skin reverently. “I want all those things.”
“What is it that turns you on so much, mrannd'ssinss?” Essek cupped Caleb’s jaw, leaning closer. “Is it the roughness? The manhandling?”
“Both,” Caleb confessed, staring at Essek’s lips, “definitely both, but… mostly the second.”
Essek smiled, a sinful idea in his head.
He pulled away entirely, leaving Caleb looking confused. The lust still present in his gaze and the smile on his lips quelled any of Caleb’s anxiety as he watched Essek walk around the side of the couch to the back. He tensed in anticipation, wondering what manhandling Essek was going to do to him from behind.
Essek ran his hands down Caleb’s front, over his pectorals and down his stomach, and Essek turned his head and whispered into Caleb’s ear next to his mouth,
“Show off for me, Caleb Widogast.”
Caleb’s eyelids fluttered as Essek mouthed kisses into Caleb’s hot neck, the redhead flushed down to his chest. Essek could taste his pulse, feeling it throb against his mouth. He grazed Caleb’s navel with his fingernails and felt when Caleb began to stroke himself again, feeling Caleb’s shoulder flexing against the couch backing.
Essek looked down Caleb’s body with him and breathed in Caleb’s ear, “That’s it. Bring yourself off with my taste in your mouth.”
Caleb groaned and leaned his head back, letting it fall against Essek’s shoulder. Essek tsked softly, cupping a pec and thumbing his nipple.
“Head up, darling.” Essek chided. “Watch me bring you to ruin with just my words.”
“Essek.” Caleb panted, hand speeding up. It took some effort but he managed to lift his head, watching as Essek toyed with his chest and precome rolled down his fingers, further slicking his finger’s glide.
“Did me fucking your mouth turn you on?” Essek nosed Caleb’s ear.
“J-Ja. So much.”
“Mm, I’m glad.” Essek purred with a grin. “You liked me holding your head like I owned it?”
Caleb hummed with arousal, trailing off with a chuckle.
“Using your mouth like a toy?”
“Gods, Essek.”
“It’s too bad your jaw got tired.” Essek drew his hands up Caleb’s body slowly as his partner got closer to the finish line, scratching nails along skin and hair. “Next time I’ll finish in your mouth. Would you like that?”
“Scheiße, bitte, oh bitte.”
“Maybe I’ll hold your head by your hair.” Essek stood up straight and combed his fingers from Caleb’s hairline back into the sweat-soaked hair, grinning knowingly. “Get a nice tight grip by your scalp to pull you wherever I want.”
“E-Essek, Essek - I’m-”
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes-!”
“Oh, but you’re not just going to come, Caleb Widogast. You’re going to come from me pulling-” Essek growled and gripped a handful at the crown of Caleb’s skull and tugged his head back. Caleb’s wide eyes met Essek’s looming over him before going unfocused, his body tensing as he came over his stomach and chest, and Essek finished his sentence with profound satisfaction, “your hair.”
A tongue invaded Caleb’s mouth upside down and Caleb was helpless to do anything but relent and ride out the aftershocks, messily trying to return the dysfunctional kiss and stroke himself. Essek gave up trying to make it work after a few seconds, leaving wet kisses along Caleb’s stretched neck and shoulder instead.
As Caleb sat melted on the couch, the drow came around the side of it stroking himself to relieve some of the ache, admiring his dazed partner. He stopped a couple feet away, looking down at Caleb with what could only be described as love and lust in his eyes. The Zemnian peeled his eyes open after a few seconds, blinking the fog of endorphins away, to find Essek in arm’s reach getting off on Caleb's satisfaction.
Caleb couldn’t care less about a sore jaw anymore, not after the stunt Essek pulled. He grabbed Essek’s hips and yanked him closer, and he held Essek at the base as he sunk his mouth down around him. He bobbed his head and sucked like it was the last time he’d get to taste him, and Essek was catapulted to the edge.
“F-Fuck, Caleb-”
Essek gripped Caleb’s shoulders and came with a sharp moan, spilling over Caleb’s tongue within half a minute. Caleb sucked him down and Essek couldn’t help the little hip twitches into Caleb’s swollen, perfect mouth. He hoped Caleb didn’t mind.
Caleb pulled off and swallowed, and Essek pushed messy sweaty bangs back from Caleb’s face.
“No sex,” Essek prefaced, “but shower in the candlelight with me?”
Caleb smiled, looking like an utter mess. “What, too tired to have me in the shower too before the power comes back on?”
Essek narrowed his eyes. “I hate when you use my words against me.”
His partner laughed and Essek chuckled and offered a hand. Caleb took it and stood, pressing a kiss to Essek’s lips before they blew out the candles and left for the bathroom to clean up for bed.