: Regency AU :

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[ Essek Thelyss was used to being primped and petted.

He was a Lord and the Heir, but not an ideal one, after all Dynasty protocol favored women over men and always had. He had no real power and he would never have minded too terribly much if not for the fact that he was ultimately treated like a pawn by the Duchess Thelyss-- and with Essek desiring his studies more than society, he knew how to play the game albeit that he did not enjoy it and wished for the moments where he was left to his own devices.

There was a betrothal being brooked between himself and Lord Tasithar, handled by his mother.

It was not one that he particularly desired, but he had little say in the matter-- he merely had to be seen allowing the Lord to woo him, whereas the idea of it appeared distasteful to him. But as he stood there underneath the glimmering lights of the ballroom, holding his mask to his face, he found that there was a strange hollowness to this evening.

All of these people, they all meant very little to him.

Not that he did not have his share of dance partners, he would dance with them. But this was not something that he was well versed in, he did not enjoy the frivolous empty flirtations that was expected of him; cool politeness was the only thing that he could give and even that was as sparse as snow in the marquesian desert. And so he stood there in the corner, waiting for those to sign his dance card and ultimately realizing that he was nothing more than chattel for them.

He raised a glass of wine to his lips, and then ducked behind a potted plant once he saw Adeen approach. ]

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...more freckles than you are prepared for, I am sure.

[Caleb began with a laugh, though even that sound was low and half breathless, and he continued.] Though in fairness, they are a bit disguised beneath hair. I am only human, after all.

[And significantly furrier than a drow would be. And to hell with it, he let his hand slip inside his trousers to draw himself free, sighing in soft relief as he wrapped his fingers around himself.]

And lower than that, you would find the proof of just how much I want you, of what you do to me.

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I would like to touch you, to run my fingers through the hair on your chest.. to know you intimately. [ there was no way of guessing how he would react to such body hair, but he already thought that Caleb sounded 'warm' underneath his clothing, just as warm as he was with them. He spread his own legs and twitched the fabric open, spreading himself so that his palm could run over his smooth thighs. ]

You would keep me warm, my Firefly.

[ He thought of the evidence of Caleb's desire, throbbing. His own prick was long and slender, curved elegantly; he wondered how the Zemnian differed from him. ] Would you allow me to touch you? Wrap my fingers around you to feel how you are affected by me? I would like to experience this first hand.

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I would always keep you warm. I burn for you, Essek Thelyss. You have kindled something in me that I thought was only ashes.

[But he was clearly wrong, because he wants this man. More than that, he wants to love him, to treasure him and take care of him and sweep him far away from all this, from everything except a place they could be no more than themselves, be only everything they wanted.

A soft hitch of a moan as his hand began a slow, steady motion over is swollen cock, fingers teasing along the flush head of his prick as he shivered at those words.]

I would more than allow it. I would beg you for it, for your touch.

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[ Essek is imagining what it would feel like to wrap his fingers around Caleb, to palm him-- how much girth would fill his hand, would it throb and veins pulse? So as to continue the fantasy, he moves his hand so that it covers him and his thumb finds where his cock is trapped and then back and forth it goes.

Slowly and indolently.

Imagining the way that Caleb could keep him warm brings the heat to arch to a pinpoint of pleasure, and he strokes with the barest hint of a sigh that would register on the sending stone. ]

I am always so cold, it is how I am built but if you could keep me warm, I would need nothing else-- I want you to warm my hands, I want you to wrap yourself around me and replace all the chill with heat.

[ He was starting to want, he was starting to focus on the imagined feel of Caleb's body pressed against his own, imagining things that were better saved for the marriage bed (though he was not a fool to believe that his mother wouldn't turn a blind eye if he found himself interested in one of the suitors she had picked such as Adeen.) ]

Caleb, I want you--

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I want that too... I want to hold you until you forget what that chill feels like...

[He wanted to be a sanctuary for the other man, a safe haven, a home for him. It was impossible, gods all of it so impossible, but that did not make him want it any less. Caleb wanted to much now, and it was all wrapped up in Essek Thelyss.

He groaned at the sound of his name on Essek's lips, at those beautiful words. I want you. Nothing had ever been sweeter. Nothing ever would be. His hand tightened around his prick, imagining for a moment that it was not his own hand but far softer, more elegant fingers wrapped securely around him.]

I want you too, so much. My love, my Essek.

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[ Essek finally allows himself the sweetness of touch, of his own fingers grasping his dick; he can feel himself moan and it's an audible thing right there against the sending stone, he has to turn his head toward it while he starts to pump his fingers over his shaft.

Those light and breathy whispers that communicates even if he does not outrightly say it, that Essek is touching himself to thoughts of the other man; that his body is responding to his imagination-- he is slink and he spreads it up and down his shaft. ]

I would let you inside me, I would wrap my arms around your shoulders and urge you to take me until I was completely yours, that we could not be any closer; and then I'd want the same from you--I want there to be no space where the other has not touched.

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[He could hear that breathy sound, those soft sighs and the evidence that Essek was doing the same thing that he was, that both of them were caught up in the moment, in this shared fantasy. He stroked over himself, his hips rocking towards his own touch.

A shiver shook out another soft breathless groan.]

Oh I would relish in being inside you, in claiming you as my own that way. And then in pleading with you for the same, to make me yours... as I already am, as I always will be.

[He gasped quietly, gripping tightly at the sending stone.] Even like this, even only hearing your voice, imagining your touch, I am so close... I wish you could see what you do to me.

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[ The imaginings only caused him such sharpened pleasure pain to course through him, a torrent that he found himself unable to hold back; he was not far either; he'd been roused by Caleb's words, the tone of them as well as the meaning of them as they came together to paint a picture. He arched his hips up, at the very least Caleb was here with him in voice and in spirit even if he could not be here physically.

The thought of Caleb being there physically though, that sent him right toward the precipice. ] Me too.. [ His voice was breathy as he agreed. ] I am so very close...

[ And then he shattered, reaching and grasping and pulling himself into the mire of fantasy that was his only solace; the feelings between himself and his scholar out there in the open and lay bare-- there were no secrets now were there. Ropes of jism fell through his fingers and he nearly saw stars, and then he became nearly a puddle, gasping and panting as he felt the dampness of his orgasm engulf him. ] I.. love you.

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That's it, my starlight, let go for me...

[And Caleb fell shortly after, a sudden freefall that was made inevitable by those words. He half choked on a sound of pleasure, still stroking over himself as he came, smearing his release along his length as he rode out his climax.

Essek would hear the change in his breathing, a soft panting as he remembered how to breathe properly.]

I love you too.

[Desperately, irrevocably.]

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[ Essek was limp and shattered, there on the bed and with Caleb's voice having guided him home. Now more than ever his bed felt lonely, he who had reveled in his own aloneness now did not want to be so-- and Caleb so far away, but he had this, he had Caleb's voice soft and tender. The quality of voice the same as his, in their shared world-breaking; he longed to feel those arms around him.

There were so many things that went through his head. Perhaps the possibility that once he was married, he then could have the freedom to take a lover; but.. the question was, would Caleb be around for that? So much was up in the air, woven with the threads of uncertainty like a web and it was important to take all of the stolen moments as they came and in secret, and try not to pine too much for what one could not have.

Oh but the dream that they had painted of lovers and husbands had been so beautiful and he had longed for it. What use did he have for fine garments and luxurious raiment when all he wanted was to be loved and cherished by the handsome and scholarly wizard with the charming cat? But, he could not disappoint his mother, could he? ]

This sending stone is something I will treasure, Caleb Widogast. I hope that I may utilize it much over time.

[ He wanted more discussions, more conversations, more of what they had a few moments ago. But likewise he wanted it face to face too and he realized he had to accept what he was given. ]

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Use it whenever you wish. I will be counting the hours until I hear your voice.

[But Caleb would mostly let Essek do the calling, since the last thing he would want to do is get them caught or ruin this method of collecting more secret stolen moments. He could perhaps justify late night calls when the rest of the world was asleep and he wouldn't worry about alerting Essek's mother.

They would have to be careful. They'd failed at that caution once already, after all, and the consequences had been immediate, with the sudden distance forced between them, their quiet mornings discussions and the saved space on a dance card taken away.]

I miss you very much, Essek. Hearing your voice will sustain me a bit longer.

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[ The thing about fire and gravity that they were two elements in the solar system that created stars, their pull was not something that could be controlled, not truly. Although, these two men would try to fight against it as much as possible-- it came down to inevitability in all of its forms and functions.

Right now Essek was thinking rationally, after the orgasm had faded to a pleasant buzz in his limbs-- he was thinking of the opportune times they could utilize the sending stones, times of quiet during his mother's trance. She was predictable like clockwork-- it was how his brother had gotten into worse trouble. ]

Tomorrow night around this time, once I am certain everyone is asleep, I shall call you again.

[ That was a promise as he needed to hear Caleb's voice, the soft gentle throatiness of it that made him want to lick into that mouth to taste the very sound that the vocal chords made. ]

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Tomorrow then. I will be waiting for your call.

[Not the whole day. Probably. Though in a way it would be the thing on his mind through all the daylight hours, despite whatever else he might be doing, whatever else he ought to be paying attention to.

Now though, it was late, and Caleb would be remiss if he didn't at least try to remember that Essek needed his rest.]

For now it is late. I should let you have your rest. Goodnight, Essek Thelyss. I will see you in my dreams.