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from COPING SKILLS, as per usual. hopefully will have this section done and posted innnn a week and a half???

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It's—perfect. It's perfectly perfect, exactly the way Essek would wish to spend a lazy Da'leysen even if the thought that he could had never occurred to him.

It's better when Caleb buries himself deep into Essek, holding there as he catches his breath before melting over top of Essek. Essek thinks maybe Caleb—but no, Caleb sighs, "I simply cannot keep up with you."

"You're doing spectacular," Essek tells him. "I can barely keep up too."

Caleb laughs and shifts and Essek thinks for a moment that he intends to get off him so he relaxes the hold he has on Caleb's shoulders. Instead, Caleb settles, comfortably pinning Essek with his full weight. The feel of him on Essek makes Essek's cock twitch, begging for attention after so long ignored.

"I'm too old to marathon like this. What made us think this was a good idea?"

It's Essek's turn to laugh, the sound sliding into a moan muffled against Caleb's neck when Caleb's cock twitches in him in turn.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot," Essek tells him. "We are not doing this again, don't let me even if I really want to." He pauses, noting for the first time the extent of his bone-weary exhaustion, and sniffs before adding, "I will require two-to-five business days' notice before any and all extra curricular activities going forward. We will have a schedule if only so I don't fuck myself into oblivion."

The feel of Caleb laughing so much while still so deep and so hard within Essek is—good, beyond good, absolutely incredible. Essek rides it out, biting his lip at the feel of Caleb's laughter within him, holding tight to Caleb's shoulders.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Caleb asks through his laughter.

Essek considers his response, prefacing it with a small, haughty noise, simply saying, "Yes," and Caleb is overcome with a fresh wave of laughter.

Essek hides his soppy smile against the curve of Caleb's neck, so very pleased to have made this man, this beautiful, wonderful man, laugh so hard, and in the middle of sex too. It is, again, not something he would have wanted to have, but now that he has it, he holds it dear.

Adeen would never have allowed himself such fun, and Essek finds himself better off for it.

Caleb pulls back, grinning as he says, "Ja, well, I suppose I will ensure I file the appropriate forms going forward." He can barely get the sentence out before he's laughing again, forehead against Essek's.

an excerpt from the next chapter of my epic length shadowgast bdsm au COPING SKILLS

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He can just hear his washer start as he steps back out into his living room. Between his sheets and his casual clothing, she'll be around most of the afternoon tending to his laundry, but she doesn't need to run three loads. He startles her again when he knocks on the door frame of his laundry room, his afghan trailing to the floor from his hand.

"Room for one more?" he asks, gesturing with the blanket.

"Only if you promise to not give me any more heart attacks today, Essek bey," she replies, voice firm despite her smile. She takes the blanket he offers and packs it in with the rest of his bedding, then drops the lid to the machine with a clang.

Essek steps out of her way, his back towards his front door, and gestures with his cane. She shuffles past, dusting her hands off as she returns to her caddy of supplies.

"You do not get to hover either, Essek bey," she adds. "You know I do good work."

"I do indeed," he tells her, and he's not hovering, he just—

Has mommy issues, and Mihra has done much for his private little household over the last fifteen-odd years she's been in his employ. They don't often engage face to face anymore, but he's still fond of her, and he's still—out of sorts from the day before, in need of care and attention that Caleb isn't around to give.

He can let her work though, even if he misses the warmth of his afghan when he sits back on his horrible couch. He doesn't fidget either, prestidigitating his sticky mug clean before slurping at his coffee. It's—cold, which he should have expected, and it only manages to make Essek miss Caleb more.

He has entirely too many tasks to complete and no where near enough brainpower to complete them. He's—antsy with Mihra puttering around his condo with him, too aware of her presence, too aware of the signs of his weekend activities. She won't gossip, probably, but—Light, there is a condom in his bed side bin. Essek doesn't regret Caleb, absolutely not, but he does regret everything else leading up to this, to him being—perceived as anything but Shadowhand Thelyss.

And it's only bound to be worse as the gala approaches.

Mihra hums as she sprays down his bathroom with cleaner, sharp fake citrus that stings Essek's nose. He—starts by retrieving his phone, reviewing his notifications by rote memory until he, at last, reaches the newest messages from Caleb. It's simple, two texts not even a minute apart, sent shortly after seven this morning.

Caleb Good morning, Schatz.

Caleb I shall miss you today. Rest well.

Essek's heart races, enamoured with such a simple thing. His reply takes no thought to write, and he sends it without so much as a cursory review.

Essek I've missed you since you left last night.

As expected, he doesn't get an immediate reply. He's still disappointed and… perhaps he should tell Caleb how affected he still is. It's not subdrop; he doesn't get that far, especially not considering the amount of care Caleb had given him through out their day. It's more that he—

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He’s almost ready to go back in—dinner will be over soon and they still have no idea where the eighth year students will be staying—when he hears it. A low rumbling sound that echoes off the courtyard walls. He looks around for the source, unable to pinpoint it, and then—

Someone comes flying through the archway next to him. They aren’t on a broom, but they’re definitely airborne. It isn’t until their feet hit the ground and they roll further into the center of the courtyard before skidding to a stop that Harry understands what he’s seeing.

Draco Malfoy pops his skateboard up off the ground and catches it effortlessly in one hand.

He lifts the other hand to push his hair—short on the sides, but shaggy on top and parted down the middle—out of his sweaty face. He’s only wearing a thin, white vest—having bunched up his button down shirt like a tea towel and tucked it into the waistband of his black uniform trousers. They look two sizes too big for him and sit low on his hips—the only thing protecting them from the pull of gravity is a leather belt covered in shiny, silver studs. The hems of his trousers are frayed and dirty where they are tucked behind the tongues of thick-soled sneakers decorated with a black and white checkerboard pattern.

as always, from my epic length shadowgast bdsm au COPING SKILLS that i will hopefully have an update for sunday :>

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Essek laughs and half struggles under Caleb's weight, attempting to turn to kiss him, to press closer, to burrow against his chest and never leave, but Caleb is bigger, stronger, wrapping an arm under Essek's chest to pull him bodily against his own. He's still hard, his cock pinned against the cleft of Essek's ass. The feel of it combined with the force Caleb used on him makes Essek gasp, his mind blank as Caleb's hand traces down his torso.

"Do you want to try for six?" Caleb asks, hand flat against Essek's belly, just below his navel. Essek's cock jumps at the idea and he quickly moans an affirmative. His breath catches as Caleb hand trails over his mons pubis and then his hip, back between their bodies so Caleb can take hold of his own cock.

Essek holds his breath, tempering his hope but he gets exactly what he wants anyway. Caleb finds Essek's hole with the head of his cock again, impaling him with another smooth stroke.

He moans and Caleb moans with him, saying, "You are so very hungry for my cock, aren't you?" and when Essek moans again, loud and honest despite the way his face burns, Caleb thrusts into him, hand on his hip, and murmurs into his ear, "Famished."

His hand moves lower, taking hold of Essek's cock. He tucks his other arm under Essek's head, curled around him with fingers just in his hair, and Essek takes the opportunity to hide his face in the crook of Caleb's elbow at the first slow stroke of Caleb's hand. Caleb doesn't thrust into him again but just the heft of him filling Essek is plenty, deep and hard and lovely.

Caleb strokes him a few times, slow and firm, pulling Essek back onto his cock each time, keeping him from moving far. He kisses Essek's shoulder too, and the nape of his neck, soft, wondrous touches as he takes his time pleasuring Essek until Essek can take it no longer.

"Don't tease," he asks, demands, voice tight as his orgasm creeps up on him. He does not think he could bear coming close to the edge again without a final push to tip him over.

"You are welcome to take what you'd like, Schatz," Caleb tells him, a tease in and of itself. Essek groans, shuddering with pleasure when Caleb's cock throbs within him. He can feel Caleb's smirk against his shoulder, his hand slowing on Essek's cock, fingers relaxing around him.

Essek reaches down to squeeze Caleb tight around him again, holding onto Caleb as he tilts his hips forward, into their combined fist, then back onto Caleb's waiting cock. Caleb moans, fingers combing Essek's hair away from his brow, soft affection to counter the his cruel request.

But Essek is close enough that it's not unmanageable. His hand slides up to Caleb's wrist, holding onto him there for a moment as Essek rocks his hips. He fucks himself back onto Caleb then forward into Caleb's waiting hand a few times before his hand comes down to brace against the couch. His other hand he uses to support his elbow, bent in an awkward scaffolding to try and last long enough to get off.

And he moans, pleasure and frustration rolled into one repeating sound, not quite loud but open, ignoring the urge to muffle himself. It seems to be exactly what Caleb wants, teeth joining the soft lips against Essek's bruised neck.

"Famished," Caleb repeats, hand twisting around the head of Essek's cock as Essek impales himself on Caleb's. "Have you ever needed anything so badly?"

Essek laughs, a breath of amusement quickly followed by a groan. He says, "Of course not."

"Just me, ja?" Caleb asks, and the possession in his voice makes Essek whimper, "Just you."