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When the door to Molly’s quarters opened again, a different partner walked through than he expected, but Essek was just as welcomed. Even in his exhausted state, trying to catch his breath and rest his worn out hips, laying back on Molly’s bed with his coat being the only thing to cover him, Caleb still reached for his partner when he saw him.
Essek shut the door quickly, and looked the other man over without moving, clearly surprised at the situation that he had walked into.
“When I was told it was an emergency, this was certainly not what I was expecting,” Essek eyed him and Caleb defeatedly dropped his arms. Molly had quite successfully rung 3 orgasms out of him, leaving him feeling wrung out but unfortunately needing more. He had already drunk over half of the pitcher of water, and Molly had left for a moment to go find himself a drink, needing a well earned break after letting Caleb fuck him almost to exhastution. They had both enjoyed it, but they were still mortal and had their limits. Even if the magic in Caleb’s veins was making his cock think otherwise.
“There was an accident with a potion,” Caleb managed to ruffly state while sitting up, “they didn’t know what they were making, exactly, or at least how strong it was.”
“Let me guess, your favorite pupils?” Essek guessed and he nodded. Caleb had complained several times about the deviousness and curiosity of his student perpetrators, but that he had wanted to find a way to cultivate it rather than punish them for their cleverness. However the consequences of that were still a burning heat in his belly, and an ache for Essek to get closer to him.
“I warned you they would be trouble. All good wizards are,” Essek joked, while draping his mantel over Molly’s small side chair and stepping out of his boots. It was hardly a strip show, but Caleb watched him eagerly all the same. He was still hard, but it seemed rather rude to palm himself first thing upon seeing his boyfriend. The elf handed him another glass of water while rolling up his sleeves to examine Caleb further.
Frustrated by Essek’s patience, Caleb whipped off the coat that had been covering him, so his partner could see him in all his aroused glory. Instead of jumping him like he wanted, Essek began to laugh.
“I am so sorry sweetheart,” he said between fits behind his hand.
“I don't see what you find so amusing,” Caleb let his displeasure be heard while he finished the glass of water, and clutched at himself to stave off some of the pressure. Essek turned giggling to open the little port window, and started performing cantrip to clear the air.
“I adore you, my love, I truly do. But you are quite the sight right now. And smell,” he looked down at himself, and realized that Essek was quite right. He had smudges of the blue paint Molly had been using on Caleb’s rushed arrival, mixed with cum and oil, all over him. The ocean breaze sweapt in and carried out the sex ladden air with a little magical pushing from Essek, “As much as find you attractive and would love to help you, if you think I am going to become arouse without a little clean up, you are mistaken.”
Essek kissed him mirthly, turning his cantrips to Caleb’s sore and ruined body. He clutched at the sheets with one hand, the other still firmly locked around his cock, to keep from reaching out and snagging his wizard by the waist into a deeper one, agreeing that he wasn’t in the most sexy of states right now, and this was probably the form of help he needed. But Essek knocked his hand away from stroking himself.
“Pacient Widogast,” Essek smirked at him when Caleb nearly growled, “Obviously Mollymauk’s method of relieving you of this potion did not work. Therefore we are going to try mine.”
“Ja? Which would be?”
“Taking our time.”
Caleb groaned loudly up into the ceiling, not caring if anyone could hear him through the thin walls or port window. He knew what that cheeky smile on Essek’s lips meant, and normally he was eager to participate in his boyfriends games. However, he currently knew he would not be able to concentrate to play along.
“Trust me, Caleb. I will take care of you,” Finally hands were touching him, even if it was to get him to stand up so Essek could use a few more casts of prestidigitation to clean the sheets and the back of him. Caleb used his new position to at least lace Essek’s neck with kisses and tug on the laces of his trousers to get them free. The elf didn’t stop him, but didn’t make it easy for him until he finished his casting and the small bed was stutably free of sweat and cum, probably cleaner now then when Caleb and Molly had entered a few hours ago.
“Am I going to have to restrain you,” Essek joked, peeling Caleb off of him and pushing him to lay back down amongst the pillows. Once again, normally Caleb would have been completely in favor for, except now it sounded like torture with how much he wanted his hands on the other wizard, “Or are you going to be a, Good Boy.”
Caleb was covered in goosebumps at Essek’s fang laced grin.
“I’ll be good.”
Finally, his Shadowhand striped bare, and rummaged around in Molly’s drawers until he found what he wanted. Oil and toys secured, and a couple more cantrips later because he didn’t trust the tiefling to keep everything clean to his standards, and Essek was finally straddling Caleb’s chest. He let his hands smooth over cool plum thighs, admiring every inch of the man that he adored on top of him rearranging the pillows to prop Caleb’s head up. He understood the hint of what was coming, and his cock throbbed painfully hard. Thankfully, Essek’s mage hand appeared, and he dripped oil on to its fingertips, before sitting up on his knees and pulling Caleb’s face closer to him with his clean hand.
“Get to work, Caleb. I have every faith that you can catch me up to however much pleasure you have already had.”
He hooked his arms under both his lover’s thigh and hulled him properly on to his greedy tongue. This was his favorite way to enjoy the other man, save only for their study sessions. He loved every taste, moan, shiver he could wring out of him. He usually could easily lose himself the mutual pleasure of savoring Essek’s arousal until he was shaking and dripping down Caleb’s chin, but the damn potion was making the task harder to concentrate on without addressing his own need.
The mage hand though, pushed at his legs, which he gratefully let fall open and bent at the knees to give Essek whatever access he wanted. When an oiled finger probed at his entrance, Caleb groaned with the flat of his tongue pushed up against Essek’s, causing them both to shiver with anticipation.
Being fingered open was sweet torture, but Essek only had to recast the hand once before Caleb had him recovering from his second orgasim and panting for a break. Caleb’s cock hadn’t been touched once, but he had to admit that he was feeling a lot better how wrung out he had been before from the repeated attempts to milk the potion out of him. Essek slipped off of him, the wobble in his steps making Caleb feel quite proud, and dug around in his coat pocket until he found the copper wire he was looking for.
“Mollymauk, would you please come back down here, and bring a new pitch of water with you?” If Molly responded to the sent message, Essek ignored it in favor of finishing what remained of the water in the room.
The smug tiefling entered a moment later, and Caleb tried to ignore the hitch in his step, and curious eyes he saw outside the door.
“You could have warned me before sending me down here,” Essek quipped with no heat behind it, pouring both of them a new glass.
“I don’t know, it looks like you have him handled,” Molly chuckled while sitting on the edge of the bed looking them both over. Caleb was still hard and needy, but a lot less frustrated.
“Well I would appreciate a hand, Caleb is normally a handful, but today especially so,” Essek teased, and Caleb’s cheeks impossibly flushed more at the truth of it. He has always had quite the appetite for intimate contact with his partners, even if he had spent years trying to repress that urge in him.
“Oh, Starlight, I am not sure if I can get it back up again so soon,” Molly whined guiltily. The tiefling had an impressive refractory period, but Caleb was sure they had exhausted it before.
“I have more uses for you than just your cock,” Essek shot back, before waving at his shirtless state and continuing to ignore Caleb. “But for the moment, Molly, you are filthy. Have you just been walking around the deck like that?”
“It’s not so bad, better than fish people's guts,” Molly defended, earning him only rolled eyes from the elf, “It’s a pirate ship, love. Not a royal court.”
“Come here you,” Essek pulled him along to undress, spending even more magic until the other man was mostly clean of paint and spent. When Molly got distracted from the task being performed in the cramped quarter, trying to get Essek to kiss him and lay off the cantrips, he was pushed towards Caleb, who readily took over giving the tiefling what he wanted. He caught sight of the fingerprint sized bruises that dotted Molly’s hips, but before he felt guilty for the earlier rough treatment, Caleb reminded himself that the blood hunter had probably been showing them off to his crew mates as a point of pride. It wouldn’t have been the first time, though usually it was Essek who left them.
Once satisfied, Essek rearranged them so that Caleb was sitting in Molly’s lap up against the wall, the blood hunter having free reign to mouth at his neck and run his hands across his chest. Molly and him had always been of the same mind, happily giving up control to Essek when he was in the mood to take it. It seemed like he had formed a plan, and Caleb didn’t need a magic potion to make him eager to find out what it was.
“Hold him still for me, would you Molly?” His hips were pulled forward, and all Caleb could do was lull head back and let it fall comfortably on Mollymauks’s shoulder when warm arm pulled him tight against his purring chest.
“Going to take this slow, run out the clock before you are allowed to come again,” Caleb started to protest, but Essek was perching himself between the human’s knees with such a hungry and cocky look, and the he was unable to do anything but agree, “that way you can just enjoy the next one.”
Essek slicked up one of Molly’s toys, while the tiefling nibbled on his ear, only partially onlying his wiggling body still. The warm and cool sets of hands were on him, and Caleb let his eyes fall closed to just focus on the sensations. He was still impossibly horny, but it was easier to ignore his throbbing erection when so much attention was being lavished on the rest of him.
There wasn’t a spot on his thighs or neck that hadn’t been kissed or marked between the two of them, before Essek slowly pushed the toy into him. It wasn’t as good as Molly’s hot and ridged cock, but the other wizard became quite talented in how to tease Caleb to edge, taking his time to reach the sweet spot, before making him dizzy with pleasure.
He knew he was being too loud, but he couldn’t help it. Molly captured most of his moans between his lips, kissing and running his claws gently over Caleb’s overly sensitive chest. But any attempt to quiet down, prompted one of his partners to increase their efforts into teasing him into a frenzy.
“Is he being mean to you?” Molly growled low into his ear. Caleb hiss a reply, before keen up to the ceiling that was also the ship's deck, “You love it, don’t you?”
He did, and he didn’t need the excuse of a magical accident to have known that. But the potion was keeping him harder far past what he could have done, and he was glad of his perfect memory, sure that this was going to be the only time he would experience this amount of pleasure. It was overwhelming, and tortuous, but so very sweet.
Warm lips held the tip of his cock between them, not sucking or moving, just holding Caleb in them for the occasional long swirl of a tongue used to spinning arcana, not cum. Essek picked up the pace of his thrusting just enough that Caleb felt him slip into the trusted space. The one where there was no ticking of time, or pressures of duty. Just his two beautiful caring partners, who he trusted fully with his body and pleasure.
“Hey, Starlight?” Lips popped off him when Essek looked up to answer Molly’s question. Caleb already knew what was coming, but he opened his eyes anyway to watch the exchange.
“If you want to give your wrist a break, I am good. Besides, I know you want to enjoy this too,” the mischievous twinkle in Molly’s voice matched the one in Essek’s eyes.
“ Bitte , Kätzchen, please -” Caleb was shushed from his begging, and rearranged to a new position, only using a little manipulation of gravity. Molly was now flat on his back, Caleb still on top of him but angled so that the tieflings cock easily slipped between his cheek. where Essek helped to push it into him. The human was certain he screamed, Molly fully seated inside of him in such a way that every ridge of his cock brushed past his prostate. But his begs in Zeminian and in the little bit of uncercommon he had learned, kept both men going.
He wasn’t sure when Essek had straddle him again, lost in pleasure of being fucked mindless, until his cock was being fully envoloped by him, tight and wet and intensely hot. His eyes shot open, watching the drow slowly sink all the way on to him. It wasn’t often that Essek cared for penetration, but lust painted his face just as much as it did Caleb’s.
If there was anything that had surprised Caleb the most about his relationship with both these men, it had been that Essek and Molly had worked frighteningly well together. Of course there had been kinks in the beginning, but once Caleb understood that their near constant bickering and taunting was really just flirting, and the two began to work together to love on him, he knew he was done for. Impossibly in love with the both of them, and found there was no real use fighting it. He always lost to their combined strength of wills and determinations.
So he should have expected Essek to coordinate his riding Caleb with Molly’s thrusts. Slowing them both down agonizingly slowly, so that while Molly was pulling out of him, Essek was pushed down, driving him absolutely mad. Caleb arms had fallen practinly limp, Essek pinning him to Molly chest with both hands on his shoulders, and the tiefling gripping him solidly by the hips while they both fucked him.
He was aware that they rearranged him a few times, but Caleb didn’t really pay any attention to the banter, floating between their touches, stealing kisses when he had enough presence of mind to. He could feel the magic slowly waning, but Essek’s meticulous attention and Molly’s consuming presence made it still pleasurable as he came off of it.
Cool plum hands cupped his cheeks, pulling his focus back to the pant drow, “Do you think you are ready, my sweet?”
Caleb hadn’t even realized that Essek had already cum, the evidence of it slicking his hips, and leaving the other man shaking but smiling happily. Molly was still holding him up, and was clearly on the verge himself, his fangs working themselves along Caleb’s neck in an effort to stay together. Caleb nodded, and talented fingers wrapped themselves around his almost too sensitive now, cock.
“Just wait until Molly does, and then you can join us, okay?” Essek was so sweet as his kiss Caleb and stoked him. It didn’t take much more than that to feel Molly spill inside him. He was still floating in all of the sensations, so he was glad that Molly bit down on him as he came. Not enough to break the skin, but to bring Caleb back enough to shout as he finally tipped over the edge.
Neither one of them left him without someone's hands soothing patterns into his back, or cooing words of praise into his ear. Water was pressed to his lips, despite the fact Caleb desperately was fighting the need to sleep. Wrapped up warm, nuzzel between both his partners, Caleb settled into the pleasant tingling numbness that was his body. Tomorrow he would probably be sore, but for now, every inch of him felt settled and satisfied, and loved. He wished he could work the words out of his mouth, tell Essek and Molly how much he loved them. But it would have to wait for tomorrow, besides they both knew. The last thing he heard before he drifted off into satiated sleep were;
“What kind of things do you put in a basket to thank a bunch of kids for accidentally causing the best lay of your life?”
“You don’t Mollymauk. That would be highly inappropriate.”
“Come one, got to find some way to thank the little brats. I am sure they are gonna be in a shit ton of trouble with everybody else.”
“As they should be. Caleb is very lucky to have you and I. Anyone else, and that could have been disastrous,” Caleb could practically hear Molly’s sarcastic pout, “I am sure you and I can think of something more appropriate.”
***
Caleb looked up at the knock on his office door to find Astrid leaning against it’s frame.
“Professor Widogast,” she greeted him with a sly grin. It was nice that they had reforged their friendship, it made working at the academy a lot easier. Still, he knew where her teasing was going to go today.
“Headmaster Beck.”
“Don’t you think component organizing and labeling for a week is a bit of a slap on the wrist for three students who got caught breaking into a lab?”
“They got quite the talking to, they know my eyes are on them now. Besides, no one got hurt,” Astrid’s eyebrow arched at him, but Caleb stood his ground, “Beauregard was the one doing the talking.”
“Ah, I see. I could see how that might scare them straight,” Astrid laughed at the image, though Caleb knew no one was laughing when he pulled in the three students and put them in the same room as the very angry Monk. They learned their lesson in responsibility with magic from her lecure, but they didn’t know it was fuled by her irritation that one of the consequence of their actions had been that the lesbian had had to listen to Caleb get fuck for hours by his two boyfriend, and Jester refused to do a modify memory on her.
“Don’t you have a lecture in a few minutes?”
He groaned at the reminder. It was the last one of the day, but it was clear across campus, where he would have to cross the very public and crowded courtyard to get to it.
“Still avoiding the questions, then?” Astrid poked at him, as he gathered up his materials, and attempted to put on a brave face, “You know that the mystery is just making it worse. There is no clue for them to go off of, so their imaginations are running wild.”
“Do I even want to know what the rumors are?” Caleb asked, knowing she was going to tell him no matter what.
“Well let’s put it this way, Wulf might be able to make his students do push ups every time they ask him if you two secretly eloped without me, but he can’t make the staff,” Caleb raked his hands across his face. He has tried to keep his dating history a secret, but magic users were curious by nature, and some types of tensions never faded.
“This is why I did not want anyone to know.”
“Just give them a few hints, throw them off of Wulf’s path before he locks a Professor in a locker,” not that Wulf would, but Caleb would like to see him do that.
Astrid gave him a pitying pat on the shoulder before leaving him to dash across the lawn to make it to his own lecture in time. It wasn’t a class really, but an open session free for curious staff and students to come and learn more about certain theories he had. He hadn’t been nervous about it last week, but he was now.
He kept his head down, pretending to go over notes and shutting out any curious eyes that might spot him, when someone fell into step next to him. A single glance almost halted him immediately, but Caleb pressed on to not gain any attention.
“What are you doing here?!” He hissed at the very handsome sun elf walking beside him.
“I came to listen to your lecture, of course.”
“Essek, I do not have time for a make out session in a closet today,” Caleb kept his voice low, even if Essek responded normally and was full of amusement.
“I’d settle for a quick one on the lawn,” he stopped them then, and Caleb was tempted to glare at his secret boyfriend, but a box of sweets were put in his hands instead “, it is our 3rd anniversary after all.”
It wasn’t that he had forgotten, he just thought they would celebrate in private, away from questioning eyes. He remembered Astrid’s advice to just give the curious a crumb. Essek would be going back to Eiselcross soon, and with him would be this disguise of the tan elven would be ‘husband’ everyone was so interested in. Caleb shook his head, while leaning in to a quick kiss.
Except Essek had a mind of his own, and while beautiful and brilliant, it loved to torment him. He hadn’t even seen him cast, changing Caleb’s gravity at the last moment so that he could bow him into a dramatic kiss. Once he was let go, Essek released the spell, and very self satisfyingly hooked arms with him to lead the dazed wizard to the lecture hall.
Caleb was grateful that he was very nearly late, it meant no one had any time to ask him any question about who the handsome stranger sitting demurely in the front row was, as though they all hadn’t seen him kiss the daylight out of professor Widogast.
He sailed through the lecture, grateful that the comfortable topic cleared out his mind from any impending drama. The questions that were asked were on topic and quite interesting, and Caleb was feeling good about the whole thing when it was very nearly over. He was about to make his ending summary, when the lecture hall doors flung open.
Mollymauk saunters down the steps.
He had dressed down to a very nicely tailored suit, simple and wine red, leaving behind his ostentatious coat, and proving that it was him that was eye-catching, not his coat. Caleb panicking looked to Essek to help him, but the bastard trying to school down a smile. Every eye in the room was on the tiefling, just as he wanted it.
“Professor Caleb Widogast,” Molly called once he was half way down the stairs, “three years we have been together. Three years! And I have to hear from a gangly kid carrying a stack of books taller than him, that my husband was kissing some gorgeous elf in the middle of the courtyard?!”
Oh, no. Molly had been threatening to do this all week if Caleb hadn’t found a way to put an end to the rumors, but he hadn’t taken him seriously.
“ Kätzchen, don’t do this-”
“Don’t do what, oh husband of mine?” Molly cooed while rounding the podium to take the stage with him. Caleb couldn’t bring himself to look out at all the shocked faces. For the second time that day, he hissed at his partner to keep their voice down.
“Molly, bitte -”
“Because I am not mad that you are kissing other men, darling. But that you aren’t sharing him with me,” Caleb groaned with frustration. He normally loved Molly’s dramatics, but they were contained within the Nein, “Which one is he? I heard he was ridiculously handsome.”
Essek played his part, sitting coolly as though he was attempting to be unseen. Caleb grabbed at Mollymauk, and missed as the tiefling slipped back amongst the seating and pretended to pick through the crowd.
“Is it this one?” Molly asked, pointing sweetly at the Head Professor of Evocation.
“No. Now please, Kätzchen, stop -”
Molly deftly hopped over a few empty seats, and plopped himself down in the seat next to Essek, who must have been using all of his spymaster training to keep from laughing at the ridiculous antics, and acting terrified instead. Essek stood quickly, pretending to stammer over an apology.
“Now, now. None of that. You are definitely his type though,” Molly made a show of looking Essek up and down, before leaning in close, “Give me a kiss, and all is forgiven.”
Caleb nearly missed it as he drug his hand through his face and into his hair. He was going to kill Mollymauk for this. Well, at the very least get him back, which is probably what the tiefling was banking on. Essek nodded, and Molly drug the illusion of a sun elf flush with him, giving him a bruising kiss. Even when they were alone, Essek rarely let Molly kiss him like that, but now he was returning it with a passion, confirming that these two had plotted together. The assholes.
Caleb was about to break them apart, and shout at both of them in Zeminian until they stopped, no longer caring who saw, when Molly pulled away. Essek had been spending far too much time with Jester, his shit eating grin wide at the prank they pulled off. But of course, Molly wasn’t done. He halled a now surprised Shadowhand over his shoulder, and turned theatrically back to Caleb.
“I’ll see you 6 sharp for dinner, my love. I have desert all taken care of,” he slapped the laughing elf on the ass before taking the hall's steps two at a time and feeling the scene of his crime.
Caleb let his head hit the podium, sure the room would erupt into chaos in any moment, soaking up the precious last few moments of silence before he had to face the music. Eventually he spoke up without moving,
“I will answer three questions, and three questions only. And then no one is to speak to me about this again, ja?”
He looked up to see them with a mixture of shocked and amused faces. No one objected, and several hands shot up into the air. He picked the first lower level student, sure their question couldn’t be too terrible.
“Is your husband’s name Ketchup?”
It was only Monday, this was going to be a long week.