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[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.]

[ If not for the fear that Chris will call a stop to everything, Caleb would forget what he's supposed to be doing. That and he wants to impress the man he loves, show him how good Caleb is getting at this and how much control he has.

Not that he has much control over his hips in that moment.

He can't stop the way they rock, the rolling pressure of them as he rocks deep into Chris' mouth, feeling the tight heat of his throat, and it brings a strangled cry from him.

Forgetting about braiding, not that his magic has let go of the hold on Chris' hair. Twisting it around as if curling it around his fist. Using that hold to rock Chris onto his cock even as his hips buck again, once more and then he's pulling him back as he starts stroking his own cock. Just along the base as he leaves his cock on Chris' tongue.

Then he's coming with a soft, needy sound as his cock pulses against Chris' tongue. ]

[The hold in his hair is different and he would make half a guess as to why if he could make half a thought work, but it's hard when everything is pressure and taste and Caleb.

A whine escapes him as Caleb pulls a little further back, but it turns into a pleased sound when Chris tastes that rush of salt and tang. He's dutiful in his attention, tongue laving about the tip and sweeping each pulse along until he swallows the load down. He licks and cleans Caleb's length until he's satisfied and finally pulls off him to press little kisses against his thighs and hips.]

You did so well, darling. [His voice is beyond rough, but he loves it, loves the aching stretch in his throat like the shape of Caleb's been left behind.

He can't manage much other thought or words immediately, though he knows he has them. For now, his focus is on making sure his boyfriend sits and gives his likely stiff legs and knees a much needed break.]

[ The mixture of magic and sensual pleasure is what Caleb is realizing he wants and needs. Definitely something he likes combining and sharing between himself and others.

Groaning as Chris laps and cleans him up, eyes closing as he trembles in the aftermath of his release.

Slowly sinking to his knees with a much different groaning sound as he leans into Chris. ]

Me? You're the one who is amazing.

[ He lifts a hand to stroke over Chris' braids even as he nuzzles and kisses at his throat. ]

You're so hot. I wouldn't be surprised if your hair isn't just knotted.

[Caleb leans into him and Chris kisses his hair and cheek and temple, whatever he can reach as he settles. After barely a moment, Chris uses some of his enhanced strength to pull Caleb into his lap, even if it means his stiff length is likely felt, he just needs the closeness for now.]

Maybe...but it'll mend. You used my throat so nicely, I'll forgive you for not finishing your challenge...besides, lesser men wouldn't have even gotten that far on a first go.

Be proud of you, I certainly am.

I'll take care of it later. Want to take care of you in all ways.

[ And he knows he'll do his best to do just that. Whatever he can do for him to show his love and how much he cares for him. ]

I wasn't going to let you down. [ Both hands cup Chris' face, leaning in and kissing him slow and deep. ]

And I'm not letting you down now either. How do you want me to take care of all of you?

[CHris shakes his head a bit after indulging in the lingering taste of the kiss.]

Likely not much needed, if I'm honest...but...suppose doesn't mean we can't get creative.

[He was just going to go with simple, but he doesn't want simple, he wants Caleb being gloriously wonderful and intoxicating in his passionate attention.

Chris' lips press to Caleb's chin.]

First I want your shirt off cause I'd like to appreciate the fine scene of you. Then maybe you can show me more of your magic in a new light. Something clever you want to try or've done in the past with another that you liked. I want to see your mind and talent at work for me.

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