: STAR-CROSSED SPIES AU :

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[ Essek Thelyss had been set up on a double date by his friend Jester.

He was not one who particularly enjoyed social interactions. He had enough of them both in his profession as a model, as well as his moonlight job as a spy for the Dynasty Government. Both sides of him did not have much in the way of time for such frivolities as dates. Certainly he was seen on the arm of quite a few men, but those were for publicity only and otherwise he eschewed any such interactions.

But Jester was Jester, and she was insistent.

Jester had caught him reading some tome on the intricacies of Dunamantic Technology and said that she knew just the man for him. To which case it became a Hurricane; Hurricane Jester coming in to whisk him away. So he decided to go and then at the end of the evening he would tell Jester's mystery man that he was not interested and thank you for his time. But that did not mean that he was going to show up being anything less than the model Essek.

So of course he would dress with care; even though he was sent on crushing this man's hopes he at least wanted it known that he was quite the prize, because he did have a bit of vanity to him.

A small local restaurant was selected on the seaside of Nicodranas, where he was currently on location for a beach shoot. One that specialized in fresh seafood. He wear tight white velvet pants and an off the shoulder slinky tunic, his hair was styled immaculately with little sparkly stars that still managed to hang in those waves.

Jester had told him to carry the book and so he had it tucked underneath his alongside his little beaded clutch. He walked into the cozy little seafood restaurant and glanced around as he surveyed the people to see if he could possibly guess who his date would be. That is, if his date had even arrived yet. ]

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There was nothing that Essek wanted less than just conversation, delightful though he hung onto every word that the professor spoke; oh he would hang onto those beautiful sounds that he knew Caleb would make as he got down on his knees for him. The were not very far now, they'd just passed the bookstore and they were within view of the sloping hill upon which the Lavish Chateau situated itself.

They were perhaps five minutes away now.

"I am fairly quick, it is true.. and I promise that if there is anything I am uncomfortable with, I will let you know with complete and utter candor." he was a man who knew what he wanted. "There will be many kisses." he whispered before he tugged on the other man's waist lightly, quickening his own steps even as he lightly patted Caleb on the very nice ass that he possessed.

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Oh. Oh that was his ass just got patted. He was okay with that. Like very okay with that, despite the little surprised catch of breath that escaped him and the flush that dusted over freckled cheeks.

His pace quickened to match Essek's, a bit of eagerness apparent in him to have the other man alone, all to himself. "Good. Ja. Very good." Many kisses. Many other touches perhaps. The sight of the Lavish Chateau in front of them felt like the promise of something thrilling.

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The heat that radiated from Caleb was nearly unavoidable, it was not that he could precisely see it underneath the moonlight but it was the quality of something that drifted around the other man, like a musk of arousal that came out in heat. It was impossible for Essek to resist teasing him even a little bit, and therefore he would indulge as he saw fit.

Their pace was enough that for any normal men, it would've winded them-- but they were secret international men of mystery so perhaps they did not pant as much as to be expected. Essek certainly had a rather strict training regime that he kept onto that was not just because he had to maintain his model's body.

Finally they were heading toward the Opal Cottage, down the little path that was more quaint then fashionable, he then fumbled in his purse for the key so that he could take it out which would allow him a bit of time to be groped that is if Caleb cared to take advantage of the moment.

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Caleb was not the type to pass up an opportunity so beautifully presented. He would quite happily crowd up behind Essek and find a place against the drow's neck, down along his shoulder, to let his lips begin wandering. Yes, it might distract and delay them getting inside, but he'd been so patient to mostly keep his hands to himself on the walk over, his resistance had worn down to nothing.

His hands settled against hips, running slowly up his sides, generally making a menace of himself. "We should really get inside, Schatz. I am finding it impossible to resist you much longer. I cannot be held responsible for any breach of decorum..."

Granted they were alone so really, the level of scandal was relatively low. But still.

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"And I think that you are being a menace." Essek murmured with no small level of huskiness to his voice, that seemed to collide quite amicably with the scent of jasmine that came from the flower beds that surrounded the front of the cottage. Needless to say he did push his hips back against Caleb even as the key found the lock and he slipped it inside and turned quite effortlessly.

It was a good thing that he did not have to break into anything, else he would have really been in trouble with the way that he could feel Caleb through every single bit of fabric that the professor was wearing.

That was criminal.

He'd heard that the equipage of an empire man was quite generous but he was beginning to feel that as well. Once the door was cracked open he shoved it open and then turned in those arms to grab Caleb by the collar so that he could pull him inside. Perhaps this was erring on the side of manhandling but he had a rather sizeable need at this moment. He was pulling the other man inside as his mouth sought his in a hot and deep kiss.

And if Caleb allowed it, he would find himself shoved up against the wall with the drow arched right against him.

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"Guilty as charged," Caleb agreed, words spoken directly to Essek's neck. He couldn't quite tell what perfume was the flowers and what was Essek, and all of it was entirely intoxicating -- though nothing quite so distracting as the way that the drow pressed back against him.

Oh. Well yes, that. He ah... he would like more of that. Thank you.

A soft ah! as he was grabbed and pulled, but he went oh so very willingly, eagerly. He might have enjoyed the manhandling, a lot. Quite a lot, thank you. Caleb had the wherewithal (barely) to pull the door shut behind him in the moment before he found himself trapped between wall and hot drow model. Yup, definitely a fan of the manhandling.

His arms wound around him, pulling him closer as he returned that kiss, just as hot and eager.

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In all honesty, Essek was pondering quite a few things that he had never particularly indulged in before.

Indulged really may not have been the word for it, he'd never wanted to because it felt like it would be messy and inconvenient to say the least. Mouth on body parts that he'd normally question his investment or even hygeine issues; was the may worth it? being a key question that normally caused such a thought to be shot down before it got out of the gate.

The slightly muffled groan, he could taste it and he rather liked it. As well as the responsive way that his intelligent Professor seemed to like it. Interesting.

He had had risen on the top pads of his feet to kiss Caleb, however he lowered himself until his teeth were scraping against a neck, leaving a few well placed bites that may leave marks, reminders of what they'd done this night. Scraping teeth, nibbling and biting against pale flesh as his fingers slipped just underneath that neatly put together button-down shirt, his digits skimming right over the trail of hair that disappeared downward into trousers.

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Caleb let his head fall back with a soft thunk, and he didn't even care because those teeth and lips were against his neck, and oh it was wonderful. His hands gripped tighter at Essek's hips, holding on for dear life.

And thank gods he was, because the world fell away entirely when those elegant, clever fingers went and invited themselves into his trousers. He was welcome to it, of course, a full and eager invitation.

"Fuck..." he cursed softly. Essek would find that Caleb was already very aroused, and there wasn't any way to keep it a secret with the drow's roaming touch.

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"I hope that you do not swear like that in front of your students." Essek teased lightly, nearly liltingly as his fingers touched the sweet bristle of hair and then with such a teasing grace did he start to palm against the front of trousers until he was palming a very substantial cock, could feel the sharp relief as it struggled to become uncontained.

"My my, is this for me?" he murmured even as he cast a look upward at Caleb, wanting to see the expression on that face. Perhaps that would please him just as much to see the way the clever man came apart for him.

"I have never been who thought size mattered, it is clear you have a clever tongue however this does please me a great deal." giving it a slow kneading caress, a deeper massage while he leaned in to bite at that neck. "You will have to forgive me..." Essek murmured as his tongue lightly played at that collarbone, stabbing and caressing in equal amounts, "..if I won't be able to take it all in my mouth at once."

His teeth and tongue then started to cleverly push the button out of hole to the very top, until fabric fell away to reveal more freckled pale skin.

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"There are many things I hope to say and do tonight that do not make it into my lectures, Schatz." Caleb was, in fact, hoping this entire night would trend towards things that would not belong in any of his syllabi.

His voice caught and he exhaled a roughened groan as that hand went and gripped at his prick, even through the fabric of his trousers. Well. Fuck. "Oh, ja. Entirely for you. Because of you." However Essek wanted it.

Though yes, that mouth did sound like quite a thrilling option for him. "I would like to please you a great deal." His own mouth had a few ideas, as did his hands. The latter was even now roaming along Essek's sides, up from his hips to slip his fingers beneath the hem of his blouse.

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There was the yank of fabric, of buttons falling out of their holdings, and auburn chest hair revealed. Drow men were not nearly so.. covered, and Essek found a strange fascination to the skin revealed. Applying his hands to chest and feeling absolutely hot skin, he leaned in and lightly rubbed his lips against the hair that dusted against chest.

All the while his hands stroked over the sizeable bulge in Caleb's pants where he could feel every single ridge, his hand was then attempting to undo buckle fastens while he drew back a little bit.

"I have never sucked a cock before, never wanted to." Returning to dip his hand inside, past fabric and underware until he came in contact with Caleb's prick. "Not until now..."

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Oh his buttons. Not that he noticed or cared because those fingers running over his chest followed by those lips nearly had him dropping directly to his knees and begging Essek for more, for anything and everything. But the drow was already giving it to him, and he could not fathom how in the world he was so lucky.

When that questing hand found his arousal without anything left between them, his head fell back to thud against the wall, a groan slipping free from his lips. This man really would spell the end of him.

"Oh gods... please..?" The begging had begun early.

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This was definitely something out of a porn, some obscene fantasy.
Essek had never watched such a movie in his life but the deep low clench in his core had him thinking the most filthy thoughts about everything they could do together where once upon a time in the not so distant past this would not have occured.

The shirt hung open, and that is when Essek lowered himself down onto his knees, and then he was pushing fabric of trousers aside, reaching in until he was drawing out Caleb's generous prick. Eyes flicked upward for a moment, then back at the way the blade jutted upward, the pink flesh and the artful ridges.

And at the very summit a bead of precome that managed to catch his eyes in the semi-darkness.

Leaning forward, his tongue slid against the drop sized pool and lapped it up, tasting the salt. It was purely expirimental, Caleb was cursed to have to endure through Essek's first blowjob, to understand that the drow would need to assess the expirience fully-- every gasp and every moan.

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It was out of a fantasy all right, and Caleb was somewhat incredulous at the idea that it was actually happening to him. Even as a secret agent, nothing like this happened to Caleb, nothing like the single most beautiful creature he'd ever encountered -- who was also stunningly brilliant and interested in magic and a wonderful conversationalist -- on his knees in front of him.

He cursed under his breath softly as that tongue lapped against his prick. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and he let a hand settle against Essek's cheek.

"So you intend to be the death of me, ja? That is the only thing I can guess at here to explain how unfairly sexy you are right now."

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"Am I to be the death of you?" Essek murmured against velvet flesh that trembled. Not a movement was made, every point on Caleb's body seemed to be held tense in anticipation, he could feel the muscles against clothed thighs and the halted surge of energy, before he smoothed it down. Another swipe of a taste against the slitted hole, the precome bubbling up to the surface as if just for him.

What came out of his mouth did not precisely intend to sound as sexy as it did but coupled with the slight edged purr in his voice? Well it would come out that way.

"Then I shall make sure that your plot is the most beautiful in the graveyard." and then his mouth wrapped around the head (which arguably, was a stretched) and he sucked; the slightest scrape of his pointed incisors, as well as the tongue as it glided over and under that cockhead in patent exploration, a hum at the taste.. a hum at the way he was making Caleb melt.

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"At least I will die a happy man," Caleb offered, even as he nearly choked on the groan that forced its way from his lips, jostling past any of the other words he might have intended to say. That mouth around his prick was hot and clearly lethal. He felt the sharp warning scrape of teeth, felt his knees weaken before he managed to get himself back together.

Well, half back together. Just enough to keep his feet.

Fingers found their way into white hair, bright and beautiful as any platinum and pearl had ever shone. How dangerous a man was this beautiful drow? Caleb was sure that he could bring entire kingdoms to their knees should he ever have the inclination. He really had no idea how right he was.

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With the way that Essek was pushing Caleb back against the wall, it was unlikely that he was going to topple; and oh how Essek was finding the taste of Caleb surprisingly delicious-- he'd not expected such a thing but here he was. His fingers wrapped around the base and stroking as his tongue licked and his mouth sucked right against the head of the cock-- it was not even full head, but at this point Essek was not sure if he could fit all of this man in his mouth.

Perhaps he could make an attempt later.. if this became more.

The velvet of skin slid against his tongue and then he looked up at Caleb, to see how his professor was taking this-- drawing his tongue thickly in circles, slow and lazy.. thoroughly maddening as if his entire goal was to bring Caleb to his knees.

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Thank all the powers that be for the wall, as it was what stood between Caleb and tumbling indeed. Essek was lavishing all this attention on his cock, and Caleb could not look away. The absurdly beautiful drow on his knees, treating his arousal like it was some delectable treat he was intent on devouring.

Oh good gods.

Another trembling brush of his fingers through Essek's hair. He made the mistake of meeting the other man's gaze and choked on the sound that burst past his lips. "You are... going to make a mess of me very soon at this rate." He could not be expected to last long.

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Pulling himself off of that cock, breath still warm on that cockhead, his eyes slid upward to Caleb.. to those eyes that had subsumed into pools of desire, the way that the other man was caressing through his hair, the full lips that parted slightly to reveal those white teeth. He licked at his own lower lip, tasting the salt of precome as it sheened his own mouth.

"Do you not want me to make a mess of you?" and he very carefully allowed his tongue to weave lightly around the tip of that prick, the hard velvet of it nearly mesmerizing. "I can stop... if that is what you wish." oh Essek was perhaps not playing fair at all as he tongued the underside of Caleb's cock then, the skin stretched tight over veins.