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No, a'course not.

[He smiles, but if it's for the teasing or for that word, he couldn't tell. Relationship. Yeah, that seems right. And a long time coming, like an inevitability he'd been resisting for inane reasons.]

Oh, I suppose I can take you somewhere nice. Give you a courtly treatment, pull out your chair, the whole thing. [His teasing falters slightly.] I said I'm bad at the romance thing, but I'll do my best for you. You deserve kindly things.

[And he knows what might be coming from saying that, about whether Chris already provides that or some retort about what Caleb deserves, and he doesn't want to hear either. So he cheats and turns his face to catch Caleb's lips in a gentle kiss. There's no ask in it, no expectation, just enjoyment in the sweetness a new context gives it.]

[Oh but he has things to say about that, definitely wanting to say something to argue that he has what he's looking for in Chris. He doesn't get the chance though, not with that kiss.

Not with kissing him the first time after the talks they've had. Kissing someone he loves and he likes that as well. Having love in this place is truly magical to him.

Barely breaking the kiss, his lips brushing against Chris' as he speaks. ]

Just be you. I fell in love with you. I just want the man I've known nearly two years as my boyfriend.

[ He tenses slightly. ]

Would you rather I didn't use that? I know some people don't like it.

[His breath shudders and it feels silly. He has two boyfriends at home! He's had one here, even if it was long ago now, but it's still...new. Different. Every person, every relationship, every time was different and got into his head in a way he liked, in a way that soothed as much as it sometimes caught on those edges of his.

He shakes his head and only just realizes that doesn't actually answer the question the way he wants to.]

Please do. I like it, so long as you're okay with it too.

[He wants to kiss him again, more, but he waits this time, lips close but not quite seeking what they ache for.]

I can be that, at least: the man you've known and the man you will know.

[ Caleb has only ever called one person that in his time in this city. Not even his first dominant who had expected so much of their relationship, and not Eliot who had been a best friends with benefits but he'd known who Eliot truly loved. So to say that word to someone who has been through so much with him means a lot to Caleb.

He smiles when Chris agrees to it, liking the soft intimacy of being this close, the lights around them and his mouth just tenderly brushing against the other's in that small gesture of pleased happiness with this moment. ]

Oh I'm definitely okay with it. And I'm okay with you just being you. I meant it when I said nothing changes in who we are. Just maybe in the small ways I show how much I love you.

[ When his lips brush against Chris' it is soft and delicate. Not rushing, not demanding, but no less heated for that. Lingering there a moment before his lips part, a silent invitation as his move to caress the lines of Chris' back, running over his skin as if discovering him for the first time once more. ]

[That's probably...the best way to think of this. A change in classification, but nothing different. More permission to text Caleb when he thinks of him, even if it's inane, more permission to kiss him, to reach out for contact when Chris can stand it and hold on a little longer when it's Caleb who reaches out to him.

Otherwise, it's the same. He'll still tease him, still give him a hard time or tell him when he's being foolish. Still relax just a little more when Caleb's nearby, like he's found a safe corner to put his back to.

Like he does now as he tilts in to return and deepen the kiss, still slow, less cautious and more reverent. The hand at Caleb's hip slides to the middle of his back instead and presses in to keep him close.]

[ The kiss is tender and sweet, shifting even as his mood is, yet that sensation in his chest is alive and well. The brightness of being open about this, of putting a name to them, to how he feels, to knowing that no matter what happens he's shared this with the man he loves.

And that means a lot to him. To be having this moments because of that confession to one another.

Easily pliant, body molding to Chris' as he slides one foot between the other man's just in an effort to get closer to him. It feels right, even natural, for them to come together like this. Just to be with him for each kiss, every moment they can share. ]

[Chris has just mind enough to refresh the magic in the lights, causing them to dance about a bit in their recasting.

It's another moment of lingering in the taste of Caleb's kisses when Chris pulls back to press simple kisses to his jaw and neck instead as his hands slip down to toy at the edge of Caleb's shirt.]

If we're to be as we would, then right now's about the time I'd take you to bed...so maybe I ought invite you to do your practicing while I've got my mouth to you...or maybe I simply pick you up and put you against that wall over there. What do you think, love?

[ Their life is magical. Inherent in what each of them is in the theatre, they are beings of magic. Yet there is something in the magic of love that he finds to be truly awe inspiring. To speak these words, to have them shared, and to feel that connection between them in a kiss, that is the magic he aches for each and every day. One with its own kind of addiction and he's glad to be consumed by it.

Lifting his chin, offering his throat to Chris, offering himself in every moment they have together as he grips one arm as if uncertain his legs will continue to hold him up. ]

I think you are putting images in my head that are truly making it hard for me to think. I think I need you, and if you want to see if I can focus on the man I love while he's being wicked, then so be it.

[Chris smiles into Caleb's skin for those words. They're sweet and were he half the poet Caleb deserved, he'd know better how to express himself...but his words have only ever been good for more unkind things than love and sweetness.

What he has is action and a moment where he pulls back and takes Caleb's hands instead to press kisses to the backs of each one.]

Alright, let's do that, then. Come here.

[He leads them over to the bed against the wall, the colored lights floating along with them and slowly shifting to something more like a functional, brighter, yellow. Soft enough for the atmosphere, but easier to see by.

He squeezes Caleb's hands and motions for him to stay standing as Chris slips down his boyfriend's body to his knees, his fingers moving to work at the clasp of Caleb's pants as he speaks.]

I promised a hand down your pants before, but you seem to have proper motivation for keeping your concentration now...so maybe we up the game, what say you?

[ Chris has always challenged Caleb, leaving him to push harder, to try and do more to show how well he could do. And this is definitely going to be one of those moments. A time when he knows he's going to do all he can. Not just to show Chris he can handle this, but to show off to Chris and impress him and given him all Caleb can.

Letting himself be guided, smiling at the lights that follow them. The magic each of them does truly makes him smile as he leans back against the wall.

Arching a brow though as Chris doesn't just open Caleb's pants but sinks to his knees. ]

I say that you're cruel and I love it... and you.

[ Smiling as he brushes his fingers through the top of Chris' hair, his smile a lot cockier than he feels. ]

Do I start when you do or let you get me good and worked up?

[Fingers hooked through Caleb's beltloops, Chris works his pants down off his hips.]

Oh no, let me play first, certainly. When I think you're ready, we'll both start in earnest. Then ten braids as before. If you handle that so masterfully still, we'll add another five.

[He flashes a playful smirk up at Caleb, but then leans in to press a kiss to each hip. Slowly, he returns to center to press a kiss to the outline of Caleb's cock under his smalls and soon follow with a soft scrape of teeth.]

You know you can always play.

[ Because there's very little he can imagine that Chris could want that he wouldn't be willing and eager to do for him, with him. And this is only the start.

Especially as he drops down before him. ]

You know the view of you like this is probably enough to end up, right?

[ He starts to say something else but then it's just a groan, shivering. ]

Fucking hell, Chris.

[He can be a prideful little thing and he is now, just hearing that groan from Caleb. Driving people mad was fun. Driving people he loved mad was a dream.

He mouths at Caleb's growing hardness even as his fingers reach the hem of his smalls and trace along the skin there. Slowly, so so slowly, they pull the cloth down and Chris sits back a bit more to work them the rest of the way.]

I hope you watch, as much as I enjoy the thought of you unable to keep your eyes open, I hope you watch as you slide into my mouth. [He looks up to meet Caleb's gaze again.]

When you're putting the braids in my hair, half your distraction will be feeling yourself lodged in my throat.

[He flashes a devilish smirk, then leans in again, fingers wrapping around Caleb's shaft to keep him steady as Chris delivers gentle licks to the tip.]

[Caleb has known how he felt for a while, but having those words still echoing in his head, and it's a new kind of pleasure that leaves him trembling slightly with the delight of it all.

The delight of words and emotions and now touch combining and he can't help the sounds he makes. Soft groans, a hint of a high whine on the end of it, and his fingers move to brush through Chris' hair, echoing how his magic will be touching him soon. ]

How could I look away from you? God, you're so beautiful.

[ There's something so ethereal at looking down on the man before him, elegant and raw and sensual all at the same time and it's an image in a moment he wants to forever remember.

As if he can forget with Chris saying things like that! ]

Fucking Hell. You are so evil.

[ He marvels at that, obviously loving it as he shivers, staring down at Chris. ]

But I'm going to make you proud.

[Chris hums for the feeling of fingers in his hair and smiles at the accusation. He could certainly be evil and it was fun.

Like how he slides the tip of his tongue along the slit of Caleb's tip before taking only he head into his mouth to suck and lick like a confectioner's treat. He pulls back after a moment, his thumb tracing along the largest vein.]

I know you will. Go on then, work your lovely magic while I work mine or this'll start to be far less educational.

[Those fingers in his hair were really distracting and almost instantly sent heated need through him as his own cock began to harden. In some ways, his body was well trained, and that was just fine when it was Caleb's lovely fingers. Less fine when it meant he needed them to stop if he wanted to maintain his own concentration.

He gives a gentle kiss to the head still in hand, but slowly follows it with taking the full length into his mouth, letting each inch slip in as it might if Caleb were fucking him instead, his tongue there to dance along every inch as he slips further into Chris' mouth.]

[For a brief moment it does slip Caleb's mind this is meant to be an exercise in using his magic with a distraction. It's easy to get distracted with the way Chris is teasing him, to just think about the possibility of more, just to focus on that sweet mouth and the way Chris looks like this. ]

Fucking hell.

[ He huffs a sigh, closing his eyes so he can try and focus at least on getting started with what he's meant to be doing.

This time trying not to use his hands, not using that gesture to direct his magic. He knows he's relying on that and he really needs to be able to enact magic without relying on it.

But it does mean he's moving slower than he did before but he's also working on being that much more deliberate and neater than the last time they did this.

He's just not sure he can open his eyes and watch Chris as he does it. It's enough to try and overcome the pleasure that makes his knees weak. ]

[He can feel the careful movement of the strands of hair and the gentle way they begin to fold and tug ever so slightly and he would smile, if his mouth wasn't currently occupied. There's a rush of pride in him for Caleb's control, for the elegant expertise over his own magic he can display.

Pride he can really only express through the gentle run of his tongue over Caleb's length. He keeps that up for a bit, the gentle thoroughness being showed to him, he returns in well-placed sucks and through swirling exploration of his tongue. Caleb's cock in his mouth may as well be a delicacy to savor for how reverently Chris tastes him.

When he thinks he feels a couple braids completed, he switches tactics, his sucking harsh for a moment so his teeth graze along the sensitive skin.]

[ The teasing and playing and all that had been part of their first try at this lesson had truly made Caleb cocky about what he could manage this time.

He had been so utterly wrong.

It's taking every ounce of concentration he didn't know he had to focus on the magic. To the point that despite his best efforts, his hands begin moving in motion with the braiding that his mind and magic are doing.

Groaning softly as he can't resist the soft rock of his hips, not even conscious of it as he gives into the heat and pleasure. But whatever he thought it was he could manage, the sudden sucking sends him trembling but that brush of teeth is it for him. ]

Oh Fuck.

[ Mewling out the word, his hips bucking as his hands drop to Chris' head even as he pulls Chris' hair without meaning to. ]

[The teeth was too far, he knew it and went anyway...but he didn't regret it in the least.

He groans around the weight against his tongue as Caleb rocks deeper into his mouth and the hands in his hair have his eyes squeezing tighter as his hands reach to clench in the material of Caleb's pants. For a moment, he allows himself the mental image of laying back on the bed with his head over the side, a perfect channel of throat and mouth for Caleb to use as he'd like...it would be so nice with him-

It has Chris' cock straining in his pants, but he had to be the responsible one, as much as it literally ached.

He shifts back to give another harsh suck, but then pulls all the way back and off Caleb's cock, his hand coming in to wrap around the slick length. He clears his throat as his lips brush the tip.]

Come on, Cay...keep your head. I know you can. Finish your task and I'll let you finish however you like.

[ Damn but for a moment there is no thinking. It's all sensations. The heat of a talented mouth, the tightness of Chris' throat, the image of this powerful, sexy man on his knees before him.

All of it sends shivers through his body, leaving his knees feeling like jelly, uncertain if he can even hold himself on his feet. Mewling softly as Chris draws back, hips rocking once more as if chasing that sensation as it pushes his cock against his boyfriend's hand. ]

Fuck. Chris.

[ Groaning his name, not sure he can do this but he wants to. For both of them. Because damn its good, but impressing Chris by showing off for him feels good too.

Not to mention loving that they're using this to grow stronger. Wanting to be powerful with the rest of those he works with. ]

I can try. Fuck, this is hard.

I know, love, I know, but I also know you've got this.

[He kisses Caleb's hip, but then takes him back into his mouth, a pattern of sucking and licking that soon devolves into an encouraged press of Chris' hands behind Caleb's thighs to have him fuck his mouth in earnest, even if just at a slow and steady pace. He could hold his breath for a very very long time and the thought of his throat driving Caleb into such needful pleasure was more than enough to keep his interest while Caleb worked.]

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[ Above the delight if what Chris is doing to him, there is something about those words that truly makes his chest ache. He's developed a close knit group, their coven at the theatre as it is, and knowing they have faith in him means so much to him.

Knowing that it's Chris saying those words and there's nothing in him that would let him fail the other man.

Panting hard, staring down at Chris as he brushes his fingers through the front of his hair, feeling the silken strands against his fingers and using that for his focus. ]

Fuck, you're so good.

[ Whispering the words softly as he rocks his hips, whining softly at the sensation. Shivering as he focuses, fingers stroking along his hair as the telepathy begins twining the strands once more. ]

[He lets his thoughts slip back and away a bit more as Caleb rocks his hips. Chris' focus falls only on the pattern of relaxed throat and held breath and the very occasional inhale as suited. Caleb had this, Chris knew, and he trusts him enough to simply...let go a little in the moment. To let himself simply be the warm, wet, mouth offering tempting distraction while Caleb proves to himself he can handle the challenge.

He could think later, he could mange emotions and thoughts and perceptions in a moment, for a few minutes, this was all Caleb needed of him and Chris was eager to supply.

He could feel the mess gathering on his lips and chin and gods he wants more, he wants Caleb to come down his throat so badly. Or to grab him by the hair and use his mouth in earnest, but he doesn't use teeth as he had before, doesn't do anything to threaten that edge until Caleb can finish his task.

It doesn't stop the small, needful sound that escapes him the next time his lover pulls far enough out.]

[ Drawing in his focus is hard in that moment. He can't quite get himself to stop, to think, and he knows it's because he doesn't want to give up the sensation. He doesn't want to withdraw from that to focus.

And then he knew that he wasn't going to.

Pushing his fingers into Chris' hair, twisting into the soft curl of his locks as he opens himself up. Sinking into the pleasure, into magic, into all of it and letting it flow through him. Not pulling away but giving into it. Feeding his magic with pleasure and letting pleasure tinge his magic.

And for a moment he is entirely in that singular moment.

Rocking his hips, pushing into Chris' mouth with steady thrusts even as Chris' hair twists about itself, plaited by magic and fueled by desire. ]

[There's a change in the air and Chris can't tell what it is, but it feels like Caleb's energy and his fingers tighten in the curve of ass beneath them.

Caleb's fingers in his hair and the movement of his hips that have him fucking Chris' mouth in earnest is perfect. Too perfect for him to remember himself and his goal as baser instinct rises up. He's hard and hot and all thought but the awareness of when he'd next need to breathe flies from him.

He'd been trying to be good, but the next time Caleb thrusts in, the subtle scrape of teeth returns and Chris sucks hard even as he next draws out, as though he can't bare to have Caleb pull back. He almost can't.

His mind tumbles with feeling, an intense, warm, static and the singular desire to have Caleb spill across his tongue, down his throat, on his face...anywhere and everywhere he wanted. Chris just wanted Caleb.]

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