The fingers pulled out of him, leaving him empty and wanting. He must have made a sound because Caleb was at his side, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his cheeks, his nose.
“Do you need more Liebling?” Blue eyes watched him from inches away, warm and playful, red hair in a curtain around them, hiding the world from view. A soft, sweet kiss to his mouth. The barest taste of him before a finger tapped his cheek. “All you have to do is ask.” Caleb reminded.
“Please.” He squirmed. He was so empty, each nerve that had been touched brought to vibrant life, needing more. “Please I-”
Caleb raised an eyebrow, face smug and pleased as Essek froze in realization.
The Shadow placed the tip of its black smoke cock at the entrance of his body and pushed until the moment before he would breach him, sweet tantalizing agony. Essek moved his hips, trying to fuck backwards onto the creature but the creature was quicker, black hands around his bare waist, holding him in place.
“Please what?” Caleb asked again, standing back so Essek could see the shadow better, could see its perfect form, the way it didn’t tremble with need or fatigue.
“Please fuck me.” The words as even as he could make them, embarrassment burned through him. He had learned the hard way that if he didn’t say it Caleb would never take pity on him.
“Of course Liebling.” Caleb took his time walking to the shadow, making a show of examining its cock, a single finger tracing Essek’s puckered entrance, the skin pulling taunt against the Shadow’s cock. His smile was the cat that got the cream as he pulled a chair besides Essek’s hips and sat down with his research notes. He did a small dismissive wave of his hand once he had settled with his ink and paper. “Go ahead.” Caleb smiled as the shadow sank into Essek with one thrust of impossibly smooth cock, burying itself until its shadowed hips were flush with Essek’s backside and the edges of its figure threatened to push into his flesh.
Essek tried to move, to change the angle, to thrust back, but only for the first few thrusts, before he realized that the hands holding his hips in place were much stronger than he was, at least while he was being spread open and fucked.
The difference between an Echo and a living human is, in fact, very obvious. A humanoid, no matter how fit, no matter how strong of will, will eventually want to cum, will fatigue, their thrusts will grow wild with passion and lust and animal desire to take and claim and fuck.
An Echo, a shadow, will do none of these things.
This Echo could fuck him for hours. He didn’t know how long passed.
The shadow ran a finger down his cheek. It did that when he let out a noise that it liked, that Caleb liked, it was hard to tell the difference now. It held up his hips and fucked deep and hard again at the same angle, trying to draw the mewling cry from him like a blacksmith manipulates steel into swords. Expected. An eventuality.
He tried to hold in the sound, to hold on to that small dignity. Shadow Caleb kept fucking into him, deep, long, even strokes that would have made his Caleb cum inside him whispering his name. He whimpered as his own cock bounced against his stomach, swollen and dripping.
How long had he been like this? Caleb would know.
Caleb who was taking notes and sucking on the end of his pencil, Caleb who would stand up occasionally and run a finger over his stomach when the angle meant that the shadow creatures cock bulged through his flat belly if you looked hard enough. He would hum and make another note.
He had tried to bait Caleb into touching him. Tried all of his tricks and pet names but the human had just smiled and touched his cheek, sometimes running a thumb at the edge of his lips as he gasped.
The Echo knew how to stop him from cumming, knew when to pull back or stop dead, knew when to grab the base of Essek’s cock and squeeze.
The Echo was Caleb. Of course he knew.
“Can you feel it?” Essek gasped, trying to keep the whine out of his voice but it was impossible to not sound like he was being railed, fucked into the table they worked out these very spells at. “Can you feel him inside me?” Even now he could feel a flush touch his cheeks. He had never spoken of intimate relations before Caleb.
“Yes.” Caleb's voice was even and calm. His fingers smeared in ink. It shouldn’t be hot that his partner was taking notes while he- It shouldn’t be. But fuck. “I can feel your warmth. Not as if I were inside you, but an echo of it.” He cocked his head, cheeky, a confidence that had taken months to fall into place between them. “Do you feel it?”
He could die. Instead he moaned, long and desperate as the Shadow flipped its hair as if it too were feeling cheeky, changing to short quick strokes that made him feel loose and fucked open. Caleb carefully controlling every action of the Shadow.
“Answer well and you’ll get a treat.” Caleb brushed a hand over his shadow, a spark of an idea to visit another time, he let his hand trail down his clothed body, fingers resting on the ties of his trousers. He was hard under the layers, straining the fabric.
He would be beautiful and flushed. Pink and alive and warm, heavy-
“Like it's you.” Essek panted, closing his eyes briefly as the shadow rolled its hips deeply into him, trying to make his voice hitch. “I’m so fucked open and hot I can’t feel his cold anymore. Like you, endless you.” Hard to get the words out, to make himself say them. His whole chest burned with embarrassment even as the Echo moved inside him.
Caleb smiled. “Maybe you need to compare side by side.”
It was the right answer.
Caleb only had to put a hand on his shoulder, the Echo helped him, sinking as deep as he could inside Essek and pivoting him so that his head was closer to the side of the table before resuming its endless fucking.
Something new to latch onto, Something not the endless building in his groin or the impossible openness of his ass. More used than he had ever been with all their toys, all their play.
The smell. That was something Echos lacked as well.
The Echo didn’t smell of sweat or body or anything other than the storm tingle of magic.
Caleb smelled like home. The hands on his face, the heavier smell of arousal and desire as his trousers opened and his flushed red cock peaked out of the fabric.
He was beautiful. So foreign and flushed and painfully beautiful.
Caleb wasn’t unaffected sitting there with his notes and figures. His hands shook just enough to see as he lowered his cock to Essek’s lips, knowing that he would be accepted.
Caleb was heavy and hot on his tongue, the head enough to fill his mouth, a touch of biter precum already on the tip as he swirled his tongue around the head. Claeb moaned and carded a hand into his hair.
“Where does it feel bigger?” Caleb gasped the words. “In your mouth?” He pushed his hips a little, just touching the back of his throat, fingers tight in his hair. “Or in your ass? Fucking you from both sides. If I blindfolded you would you know which was me?”
He couldn't possibly expect an answer to these questions. But Caleb kept talking, fitting another hand in his hair, starting a shallow rhythm as he slowly fucked his mouth, giving him time to suck and flick with his toung.
“No answer?” Caleb asked, cock deep enough to stop his breath. The Echo gave two sharp thrusts in punishment, nailing his prostate for the first time and making him keen around the cock in his mouth.
“Maybe you are too used to my rhythm?” Caleb asked, his eyes half lidded, watching the shadow move. The cock in his mouth twitched. “Maybe I should act more like the Echo. This isn’t for me after all. You are so clever, Liebling, it's a great idea.” Smoldering fire lit blue eyes almost black with pleasure as the hands in his hair tightened.
Essek opened his throat. He thought he was ready as Calebs cock pushed down his throat but tears sprung to his eyes. The hands in his hair moved his head down until his nose pressed again red curls. The Echo stuttered in its movements, hands clinging to his hips with desperate strength.
Caleb pulled back, breathing deeply as Essek relaxed again. He didn’t want to give up the cock yet. This bit of Caleb was his, the heavy human weight of him an anchor after being untouched for so long. He sucked hard at the head, hollowing his cheeks. Caleb hissed in a breath, the shadow remained inside of him, a slow undulation of hips, fucking him open but giving neither of them what they needed to finish.
Caleb stilled his breath in his chest, his face drawing in concentration. “Now engel, let's see what you can take.” Caleb pulled him, changed the angle of his head so that when he thrust in his throat would be one long line.
This time he was ready, he closed his eyes as Caleb sunk deeper into his mouth, stretching his throat as he fucked into him. He couldn’t work the head any more but he could taste him, smell him as he began to piston slowly in and out of his mouth, the shadow matching the rhythm between his legs.
Caleb had never taken his mouth like this, slow, deliberate. Deeply fucking his mouth, not searching his own pleasure, but using him, testing the limits of him. Essek moaned deep in his chest. He could hear the soft wet sound of the cock in his mouth, feel the drool escaping the edge of his mouth, unable to stop it.
“You are so good love, you take so much. Could you take more of me? Three? Four? Would you be able to take their cocks too? So full of me that you couldn’t feel anything else?” Caleb asked, voice punched out, the words punctuated by his thrusts, control so tight that his rhythm never waivered, the Echo slamming home the moment Caleb pulled back, never giving him a moment of being empty.
“Would you let them kiss you? When your lips are hot and bruised from wrapping around my cock could you tell the difference?” Essek whimpered. He was letting himself be fucked by the Shadow, letting it invade him, claim him, but a kiss- He would answer but Caleb rocked down his throat, sitting deep, waiting until he gagged to pull back.
Caleb pulled the cock from his mouth. It took Essek a long moment to realize his breathing no longer had to be on a rhythm, laying still, letting his body rock with the motion of the Echo, his mouth still open, waiting for Caleb to fill him again.
A warm thumb wiped the moisture from the side of his mouth, a hand on his cheek, warm lips touched his. Caleb opened his mouth to him, a soft, deep exploration of his mouth. He moaned helplessly into the kiss as the Shadow changed angle, brushing his prostate, making him grind back wantonly. Caleb swept a tongue over his. He must taste himself, Essek thought wildly, the thought sticking in his mind. Teeth gently took his lower lip, a playful claiming before releasing him.
Caleb stood back, tucking his spit wet cock back into his trousers. It must hurt, hard and red, but Caleb made no sign of discomfort. Bending to make a note in his book, blue eyes flicking up to the Shadow, lingering on Essek’s chest as if he were counting breaths and then making another notation.
“We can plan another experiment for the morning.” Caleb said simply, mouthing the words ‘multiple duplicates’ as he wrote another quick note. The Shadow touched between his legs, running a careful finger along the stretched rim of his entrance and pushed a finger in beside his moving cock. Essek arched his back, taking the new girth with a spark of pleasure. Caleb cleared his throat to get his attention, his face a picture of serenity. “For tonight we have to finish an experiment regarding your safety.”
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timeasmymeasure
FILL Part 2/?
Date: 2021-06-15 02:22 pm (UTC)“Do you need more Liebling?” Blue eyes watched him from inches away, warm and playful, red hair in a curtain around them, hiding the world from view. A soft, sweet kiss to his mouth. The barest taste of him before a finger tapped his cheek. “All you have to do is ask.” Caleb reminded.
“Please.” He squirmed. He was so empty, each nerve that had been touched brought to vibrant life, needing more. “Please I-”
Caleb raised an eyebrow, face smug and pleased as Essek froze in realization.
The Shadow placed the tip of its black smoke cock at the entrance of his body and pushed until the moment before he would breach him, sweet tantalizing agony. Essek moved his hips, trying to fuck backwards onto the creature but the creature was quicker, black hands around his bare waist, holding him in place.
“Please what?” Caleb asked again, standing back so Essek could see the shadow better, could see its perfect form, the way it didn’t tremble with need or fatigue.
“Please fuck me.” The words as even as he could make them, embarrassment burned through him. He had learned the hard way that if he didn’t say it Caleb would never take pity on him.
“Of course Liebling.” Caleb took his time walking to the shadow, making a show of examining its cock, a single finger tracing Essek’s puckered entrance, the skin pulling taunt against the Shadow’s cock. His smile was the cat that got the cream as he pulled a chair besides Essek’s hips and sat down with his research notes. He did a small dismissive wave of his hand once he had settled with his ink and paper. “Go ahead.” Caleb smiled as the shadow sank into Essek with one thrust of impossibly smooth cock, burying itself until its shadowed hips were flush with Essek’s backside and the edges of its figure threatened to push into his flesh.
Essek tried to move, to change the angle, to thrust back, but only for the first few thrusts, before he realized that the hands holding his hips in place were much stronger than he was, at least while he was being spread open and fucked.
The difference between an Echo and a living human is, in fact, very obvious. A humanoid, no matter how fit, no matter how strong of will, will eventually want to cum, will fatigue, their thrusts will grow wild with passion and lust and animal desire to take and claim and fuck.
An Echo, a shadow, will do none of these things.
This Echo could fuck him for hours. He didn’t know how long passed.
The shadow ran a finger down his cheek. It did that when he let out a noise that it liked, that Caleb liked, it was hard to tell the difference now. It held up his hips and fucked deep and hard again at the same angle, trying to draw the mewling cry from him like a blacksmith manipulates steel into swords. Expected. An eventuality.
He tried to hold in the sound, to hold on to that small dignity. Shadow Caleb kept fucking into him, deep, long, even strokes that would have made his Caleb cum inside him whispering his name. He whimpered as his own cock bounced against his stomach, swollen and dripping.
How long had he been like this? Caleb would know.
Caleb who was taking notes and sucking on the end of his pencil, Caleb who would stand up occasionally and run a finger over his stomach when the angle meant that the shadow creatures cock bulged through his flat belly if you looked hard enough. He would hum and make another note.
He had tried to bait Caleb into touching him. Tried all of his tricks and pet names but the human had just smiled and touched his cheek, sometimes running a thumb at the edge of his lips as he gasped.
The Echo knew how to stop him from cumming, knew when to pull back or stop dead, knew when to grab the base of Essek’s cock and squeeze.
The Echo was Caleb. Of course he knew.
“Can you feel it?” Essek gasped, trying to keep the whine out of his voice but it was impossible to not sound like he was being railed, fucked into the table they worked out these very spells at. “Can you feel him inside me?” Even now he could feel a flush touch his cheeks. He had never spoken of intimate relations before Caleb.
“Yes.” Caleb's voice was even and calm. His fingers smeared in ink. It shouldn’t be hot that his partner was taking notes while he- It shouldn’t be. But fuck. “I can feel your warmth. Not as if I were inside you, but an echo of it.” He cocked his head, cheeky, a confidence that had taken months to fall into place between them. “Do you feel it?”
He could die. Instead he moaned, long and desperate as the Shadow flipped its hair as if it too were feeling cheeky, changing to short quick strokes that made him feel loose and fucked open. Caleb carefully controlling every action of the Shadow.
“Answer well and you’ll get a treat.” Caleb brushed a hand over his shadow, a spark of an idea to visit another time, he let his hand trail down his clothed body, fingers resting on the ties of his trousers. He was hard under the layers, straining the fabric.
He would be beautiful and flushed. Pink and alive and warm, heavy-
“Like it's you.” Essek panted, closing his eyes briefly as the shadow rolled its hips deeply into him, trying to make his voice hitch. “I’m so fucked open and hot I can’t feel his cold anymore. Like you, endless you.” Hard to get the words out, to make himself say them. His whole chest burned with embarrassment even as the Echo moved inside him.
Caleb smiled. “Maybe you need to compare side by side.”
It was the right answer.
Caleb only had to put a hand on his shoulder, the Echo helped him, sinking as deep as he could inside Essek and pivoting him so that his head was closer to the side of the table before resuming its endless fucking.
Something new to latch onto, Something not the endless building in his groin or the impossible openness of his ass. More used than he had ever been with all their toys, all their play.
The smell. That was something Echos lacked as well.
The Echo didn’t smell of sweat or body or anything other than the storm tingle of magic.
Caleb smelled like home. The hands on his face, the heavier smell of arousal and desire as his trousers opened and his flushed red cock peaked out of the fabric.
He was beautiful. So foreign and flushed and painfully beautiful.
Caleb wasn’t unaffected sitting there with his notes and figures. His hands shook just enough to see as he lowered his cock to Essek’s lips, knowing that he would be accepted.
Caleb was heavy and hot on his tongue, the head enough to fill his mouth, a touch of biter precum already on the tip as he swirled his tongue around the head. Claeb moaned and carded a hand into his hair.
“Where does it feel bigger?” Caleb gasped the words. “In your mouth?” He pushed his hips a little, just touching the back of his throat, fingers tight in his hair. “Or in your ass? Fucking you from both sides. If I blindfolded you would you know which was me?”
He couldn't possibly expect an answer to these questions. But Caleb kept talking, fitting another hand in his hair, starting a shallow rhythm as he slowly fucked his mouth, giving him time to suck and flick with his toung.
“No answer?” Caleb asked, cock deep enough to stop his breath. The Echo gave two sharp thrusts in punishment, nailing his prostate for the first time and making him keen around the cock in his mouth.
“Maybe you are too used to my rhythm?” Caleb asked, his eyes half lidded, watching the shadow move. The cock in his mouth twitched. “Maybe I should act more like the Echo. This isn’t for me after all. You are so clever, Liebling, it's a great idea.” Smoldering fire lit blue eyes almost black with pleasure as the hands in his hair tightened.
Essek opened his throat. He thought he was ready as Calebs cock pushed down his throat but tears sprung to his eyes. The hands in his hair moved his head down until his nose pressed again red curls. The Echo stuttered in its movements, hands clinging to his hips with desperate strength.
Caleb pulled back, breathing deeply as Essek relaxed again. He didn’t want to give up the cock yet. This bit of Caleb was his, the heavy human weight of him an anchor after being untouched for so long. He sucked hard at the head, hollowing his cheeks. Caleb hissed in a breath, the shadow remained inside of him, a slow undulation of hips, fucking him open but giving neither of them what they needed to finish.
Caleb stilled his breath in his chest, his face drawing in concentration. “Now engel, let's see what you can take.” Caleb pulled him, changed the angle of his head so that when he thrust in his throat would be one long line.
This time he was ready, he closed his eyes as Caleb sunk deeper into his mouth, stretching his throat as he fucked into him. He couldn’t work the head any more but he could taste him, smell him as he began to piston slowly in and out of his mouth, the shadow matching the rhythm between his legs.
Caleb had never taken his mouth like this, slow, deliberate. Deeply fucking his mouth, not searching his own pleasure, but using him, testing the limits of him. Essek moaned deep in his chest. He could hear the soft wet sound of the cock in his mouth, feel the drool escaping the edge of his mouth, unable to stop it.
“You are so good love, you take so much. Could you take more of me? Three? Four? Would you be able to take their cocks too? So full of me that you couldn’t feel anything else?” Caleb asked, voice punched out, the words punctuated by his thrusts, control so tight that his rhythm never waivered, the Echo slamming home the moment Caleb pulled back, never giving him a moment of being empty.
“Would you let them kiss you? When your lips are hot and bruised from wrapping around my cock could you tell the difference?” Essek whimpered. He was letting himself be fucked by the Shadow, letting it invade him, claim him, but a kiss- He would answer but Caleb rocked down his throat, sitting deep, waiting until he gagged to pull back.
Caleb pulled the cock from his mouth. It took Essek a long moment to realize his breathing no longer had to be on a rhythm, laying still, letting his body rock with the motion of the Echo, his mouth still open, waiting for Caleb to fill him again.
A warm thumb wiped the moisture from the side of his mouth, a hand on his cheek, warm lips touched his. Caleb opened his mouth to him, a soft, deep exploration of his mouth. He moaned helplessly into the kiss as the Shadow changed angle, brushing his prostate, making him grind back wantonly. Caleb swept a tongue over his. He must taste himself, Essek thought wildly, the thought sticking in his mind. Teeth gently took his lower lip, a playful claiming before releasing him.
Caleb stood back, tucking his spit wet cock back into his trousers. It must hurt, hard and red, but Caleb made no sign of discomfort. Bending to make a note in his book, blue eyes flicking up to the Shadow, lingering on Essek’s chest as if he were counting breaths and then making another notation.
“We can plan another experiment for the morning.” Caleb said simply, mouthing the words ‘multiple duplicates’ as he wrote another quick note. The Shadow touched between his legs, running a careful finger along the stretched rim of his entrance and pushed a finger in beside his moving cock. Essek arched his back, taking the new girth with a spark of pleasure. Caleb cleared his throat to get his attention, his face a picture of serenity. “For tonight we have to finish an experiment regarding your safety.”