Baby, it's cold outsid

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[It was Caleb's first Winter's Crest in Rexxentrum, in the small cottage that he had taken to calling home now that the Nein had taken a step back from the more intense part of their adventuring. Lucien and Cognouza were dealt with. Trent Ikithon was imprisoned. The war between the Dynasty and the Empire ended. Jobs well done, he supposed.

He had Essek had plans to travel back to Aeor, to seek out the T-Dock and the other mysteries of magic that lingered there, but the trip had not yet been undertaken. After all, Caleb knew that the drow had to be careful. The eyes of the Dynasty and the Bright Queen would eventually fall on him in regards to the stolen beacon. But that didn't mean he didn't look forward to the evenings that Essek managed to drop by to spend time.

He treasured those times, when they'd discuss magic and theory. He'd make tea -- or sometimes break out something a bit stronger -- and they'd talk until all hours.

All that talking but some thing still remained unsaid, unspoken, and lingering on the tip of Caleb's tongue where he could taste the bittersweetness of it, of a longing and a desire that he genuinely believed he did not truly deserve to ever really satisfy. How could he? He was a tainted thing, hands still blood-covered, despite his continued attempts to atone.

But he was still too selfish not to want.

Tonight he was seated in his chair, glancing at the door with an undisguised anxious hope. It had been a while since Essek had come, and Caleb missed him. And with Winter's Crest upon them, well, he wanted to share that with the drow, to show him the traditions he had grown up with.]

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[ This was a true intimacy-- it was poignant and tinged with all the right amounts of emotion, it held meaning-- in a world that was sometimes chaotic, in a world where things did not go quite as planned-- there was Caleb, there was this. And it was far more precious than anything, and he would cling to it-- cling to this love that was given so freely.

That was what sent him off the edge, his head back-- his hips riding faster against Caleb, the slickness of his lover's precome.. faster and faster, back and forth with legs that certainly had never missed a single cardio day in it's life. And then he came, hot spurts that painted the other man's chest, getting stickiness against chest hair and then with each subsiding.. the navel was painted as well. ]

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[Caleb would hold to it too, would be that hearth light for Essek that he'd promised him. His heart had made its choice, and the drow was home for him in a way that he had not had or even dared to dream of since his life had burned down around him at his own hands.

He watched raptly, unable to look away as he watched pleasure play out over those sharp, graceful features. The other wizard was a work of art in that moment, that brief pause at the peak of his pleasure before he came undone, and came in waves across Caleb's chest and abdomen.]

There you are, Schatz...

[Was it any wonder that he tumbled after him, his hips driving up to rut against Essek, his cock trapped deliciously up against the other's ass, sliding slickly there before he let himself fall as well, content in the knowledge that his lover's arms would catch him.]

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[ Both of them panting and breathless against each other. Within the curve of his orgasm, Essek fell against Caleb, the warmth and safety-- he was not afraid of a mess, and the come felt almost against a new beginning, a welcome tactility as he cuddled up against the top of the other man and bunted his head just underneath the neck.

He was speechless, but well by nature he was not talkative unless he was rhapsodizing of magic and physics, of knowledge and the arcane.. and well, perhaps when he felt safe and protected, and where he truly belonged. ]

I never thought my heart would ever be whole again.. when I lost my mother.. but I suppose you taught me that it was possible.

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[Caleb did not care about the mess either. There were spells for that, later. Or rooms full of baths with steaming water waiting if they chose the old fashioned way of clean up. But either way, what mattered right now was wrapping his arms about Essek securely and holding the other wizard close.]

You have mended my heart too, Essek. I thought it was too shattered a thing, in too many small sharp pieces, to ever feel this way again.

[But here they were, and Caleb's heart was beating for this beautiful man, so full of him that it would never be the same again.]

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Then I suppose that is what they call a beginning.

[ Essek said with a throaty chuckle as he rested his head against the crook of that neck, certainly inviting the other man to hold him as close as he wished; for Essek wished it very much. Therefore he would press soft kisses against that neck, not at all mindful that it was a very secret and delicious part of Caleb's own sensuality, to have his neck kissed like so. ]

Thank you for showing me everything about this holiday that makes it special.. I hope that it cam be special to the both of us now, and we can partake of these traditions each and every year. ]

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It is.

[Caleb agreed with a quiet laugh of his own, turning his head enough to half bury his face in that starlit silver-white hair, breathing him in as if he could live off the sweet familiar sent of him alone. Maybe he could. It felt like he could.

Those lips at his neck were deliciously distracting though, very much one of Caleb Widogast's weakest points that the drow had simply stumbled upon. His voice caught on a soft, pleased sound that he tried to hide as a hum of agreement.]

Ja. Every year, mm? We can celebrate together. This is the happiest holiday I have had. And we'll make our own traditions too, a mix of yours and mine.