for Peter (werewolfing) - Post-Folkmore Exandria AU

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb opens his eyes back in Exandria. When he fell to sleep, he'd been safe and warm, held in Peter's arms. Where he belongs, where his heart had come to know was where he was meant to be, in any and all worlds. Now though, now he finds himself opening his eyes in a moment that is familiar, but feels distant. The last moment he'd been in Wildemount before he'd found himself snatched away by the Fox and her request that wasn't quite a request so much as a command. It's disorienting, like being dropped into a deep pool of cold water, not entirely sure which way gravity properly existed, no memory of how to breathe like this.

He takes stock almost desperately. Yes, this is his own world. There's a terrible moment where he wonders if all that time in Folkmore had been some incredibly vivid dream. But no, that's wrong. It's impossible. His imagination has never been so talented, and his heart knows all too well that it was real -- the people he'd met there, the things he'd done. Peter. Immediately Caleb reaches for that bond that has kept them in each other's minds, the comforting, warm presence of his lover. 'Peter!' But no answer comes. It feels like the connection is still there, some vague promise that somewhere, across whatever realms and worlds may be, Peter Rumancek is still alive. He looks quickly to the red string around his pinky -- and it's still there, still tied securely, but it trails off into nothing after only a few inches, connected to nothing.

No. No. The frantic sound he nearly chokes on wakes Veth, and she's quick to ask him what's wrong. He tries to explain it, he really does, to Veth, to the others. Again and again. But they don't know what to make of it. They know that Caleb has been here all this time, had he been dreaming? He tries to assure them that no, he hasn't been dreaming, he's been in another world all together, for months, longer. His friends are kind, and they humor him -- or they worry. Caleb knows they're worried. He tries to pick up and move on.

Time passes, and there's a new and somehow deeper sadness in Caleb, a new loss that is fresher than his older regrets and sorrows. He's quieter, and his friends notice him fidgeting with his fingers lost in thought, the small one where that limp invisible red string is wrapped, his ring finger that feels so empty without the simple band that Peter had placed there.

By day, he keeps going. They have important goals to accomplish, things that cannot go neglected. But oh the nights are hard. Cold and empty. Sleep barely comes, and when it does, there are dreams of beautifully blue eyes and a rakish smile, a face that he fears even with his keen mind he might be forgetting. A month passes, longer.

They've returned to Zadash to check in with the Gentleman -- Jester's father, apparently, so there's that -- a sort of returning to their roots, the place they had begun. Caleb is there, physically, but there's still a distance about him, as if his mind is elsewhere. It is, of course. It's chasing his heart, which never did make the trip back to Exandria with him.

They make their way down into the Gentleman's lair, greeted warmly by their crime-boss sometimes-patron. Caleb is silent, lingering in the back of the group as conversation spins up in cheerful catching up.

What the wizard doesn't notice is that his familiar has wandered off, Frumpkin quite certain that he's caught a very familiar scent. The small orange cat seems intent on finding something, on a feline mission with his wizard's best intentions at heart.]

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[werewolfing]

[ peter is certainly not objecting to caleb looking more or holding tighter, especially since it was an effort for him to make his arms release the other man so they could walk from pub to inn. usually peter holds his friendships fairly lightly in his grip--he knows that even though he's in exandria, even if he found Vex or Keyleth, they probably wouldn't remember. but caleb is his soulmate, and he'll never be able to let that go. ]

I love you too. Never stopped, never plan to. Shush, before you make me cry again, pretty flame.

[ not much is holding him back from doing so right now beyond the fact that he wants to kiss caleb, for them to touch each other until the ache between them eases and they are truly sure this is real. so he does that, dropping kisses over caleb's cheeks and jaw and down to his neck, nipping at the skin with delicate teeth and licking at the taste of sweat and wildfire. ]

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Ja, ja. You are right. [Caleb gives a quiet laugh at that. He's likely to make himself cry too if he continues, and there may be time for tears again, but right now all he wants is to sink into everything about this moment. He wants to rememorize Peter's body, the feeling of those hands on him. He needs it.

They both need this, to release months of pent up pain and fear and grief and tumble into bliss with each other so there's nothing left between them. His head falls back to the pillow, and he shifts beneath Peter, shifting enough so that he can lift a thigh, to press against the other man's arousal, a slow and deliberate pressure.

He'd nearly forgotten how intoxicatingly good it was to desire and be desired in return.]

[werewolfing]

[ the pressure of caleb's thigh makes peter groan, and the shifting of their legs means that he can return the favor, pushing his body down against the other man. his hips rock slightly of their own accord, in rhythm with his mouth as he tenderly bites and sucks a mark onto the end of caleb's collarbone.

it feels like forever, but his body slips into old patterns as though only hours have passed since the last time they laid together like this. there's still the fundamental knowing, the familiarity of home, and peter lets his body do what it knows how to do while his mind floods with want and need and adoration. ]

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[It was Caleb's turn to voice a soft sound, pleasure and need mingling and twining together to form a wordless plea that he knows Peter will understand. It may have been too long, but they cannot have forgotten this language between them that they both learned to speak so fluently together, a language of body and sound more than words.

His hips arch up to chase that delicious pressure, an equally eloquent expression of the yearning coursing through his body where his blood ought to be.]

Mondschein... I need you so badly. I've dreamed about you, about this...

[And always, always he's woken from those dreams cold and alone. He needs this to be real so, so badly.]

[werewolfing]

You know I'll give you anything in my power to give, iubit. but we may be lacking a very important ingredient in that, unless you carry oil.

[ but that doesn't stop peter from sliding his way slowly down caleb's body, licking and kissing a path with his mouth and teasing another with his fingers. ]

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In my components pouch...

[Caleb informs him. Perks of being a wizard means one is also an eclectic packrat, and it occasionally comes in handy. The sweet oil in his pouch is for Suggestion, but fuck spell components right now they can be replenished.

He runs a hand down over Peter's shoulder, down his back and back up.]

[werewolfing]

Bless you, my magpie wizard.

[ not that peter's going to stop what he's doing just yet. his mouth continues on its meandering path down caleb's stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into caleb's navel, and then to nibble on a hipbone. after he licks down the join of his thigh, peter buries his nose at the base of caleb's cock and pauses for a moment, taking several deep breaths of the most base and essential scent of his soulmate.

then he rolls away and snatches the pouch from off the floor. it drops onto the bed beside caleb as peter's mouth descends over caleb's arousal, taking as much into his mouth as he can. ]

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[Caleb laughs out loud at that, though it's a breathless, shaky sound given that his heart is racing itself as Peter continues his way down his body. His stomach caves, ticklish and fluttering, beneath the touch of that tongue. The heat pooling in his belly only grows more molten, thicker as it coils and twists.

He's missed him, missed this, and every memory he has been holding so tightly too has not done the real thing justice. His beautiful moonlight, here with him.

His voice breaks in a startled sound as the heat of that mouth descends over his cock, hips twitching towards that exquisite feeling before he can stop himself.]

[werewolfing]

[ the startled noise caleb makes almost makes peter laugh with the fierce swell of joy that rises in his chest. luckily, his mouth is otherwise occupied as he settles in to concentrate on the task at hand. ]

Find the oil, love, I'm a bit preoccupied down here.

[ peter's current definition of preoccupied includes slowly working his mouth over caleb's cock as he gently rolls the other man's balls in his fingers. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Peter may be otherwise occupied -- and gods Caleb does not want to interrupt him in his pursuits at the moment, at all, even in the littlest bit -- but Caleb is intensely distracted. Still, he nods, vaguely and flails a hand around until his fingers find the familiar shape of his components pouch.

Thankfully he's built up the skill of feeling blindly inside to find what he's looking for in the midst of fighting for his life. He manages to find the small glass vial and draws it free.]

Gott, Peter. I'd almost forgotten how wicked your mouth is.

[He sets the vial down on his own stomach, by his hipbone before sinking his fingers back through Peter's hair.]

Here.

[werewolfing]

[ peter does absolutely nothing whatsoever to help caleb concentrate, if for no other reason than that he can't seem to help wanting to fill his nose and mouth with the taste and scent of his soulmate. he'd missed this so much that having it back is a sweet, sharp sort of thing that almost hurts. ]

Not the only part of me that's wicked, little wildfire.

[ he takes the little bottle and opens it blind, carefully coating his fingers in the scented oil before closing it again. those fingers trail lightly down from behind caleb's balls to tease and circle, little ghosts of warm touches gradually giving way to more pressure without quite slipping inside. ]

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No, all of you is... I remember...

[And he would have it no other way, clearly. There's no mistaking how every last cell in his body reacts to Peter's proximity, his touch. He's finally home and his body desperately needs this to make that seem real. He needs this carnal, primal union, stripped to their most vulnerable and most fundamental foundations, coming together.

Caleb's legs shift wider apart, invitation, permission, plea all tucked into the motion as those fingers tease at his hole.]

Mondschein. Don't keep me waiting... or do you need me to beg you for it?

[werewolfing]

I just want to savor you, iubit...

[ but that doesn't mean he won't oblige caleb's wishes, slipping a finger inside him slowly, making sure the other man's body remembers how to accommodate the stretch. his finger crooks toward caleb's prostate, dragging over it as he begins to work him open. ]

...but you're too tempting.

[ caleb's feelings ache in peter's chest, making him want to abandon caution and gentleness. but it's not enough to override his care, giving caleb just enough time to loosen before sliding in another finger. his lips are still wrapped around caleb's cock, but his mouth has mostly stilled, just his tongue moving lazily around and over the head of it. ]

Fuck, Caleb. So warm and beautiful.

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[Despite the time it has been, Caleb's body remembers this touch, and clearly Peter's hands had not forgotten his body in any way. The wizard groaned out an attempt at Peter's name as those clever fingers found hid prostate, sent that twisting, heated pulse of desire and pleasure coursing through him.]

I need you, Liebling. I've needed you...

[Body and soul. His fingers card through Peter's hair again and again, almost fitfully, needing to touch him in some way as those fingers and that wicked mouth did their best job at ruining him.]

[werewolfing]

I know, iubit, I know. Shhh, soon.

[ there's no more teasing, just making the requisite stretching as pleasurable as possible for his soulmate. fingers brush over caleb's prostate, twisting and scissoring inside him until peter knows the other man's body can accept him.

after hauling himself onto his knees, peter lifts caleb's hips and slides the pillow beneath them. he slicks his own cock with oil, the sweet smell again flooding his nose and making him groan at the sensation. ]

You've been so good, love. So patient.

[ he's ignoring how much his own hands are trembling as he eases slowly into caleb, an unsteady quiet groan escaping him at the tight heat.

and then that other part of their bond, the one peter had nearly forgotten, flares to life. the resonance between his swadisthana and their bond sends peter shuddering, struggling to keep his balance as he suddenly possesses two sets of nerves, feels the sweet burn of muscle as he slides inside caleb.

already panting, peter leans down to kiss caleb, a fiercely tender capture of his mouth as he gives them both time to adjust to the near-overwhelming sensations. ]

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[Caleb shivered at the praise, unable to hide the rush of pleasure the words alone brought -- unable to hide anything with the bond between them. And oh he didn't want to. Peter is back in his mind where he belongs and the world is not so cold and quiet and empty anymore.

The wizard watches with a heated gaze, hot enough that the blue in his eyes has gone molten, at least what little of it is left around the wide-blown pupils.

And he's not ready for the feeling of it, the way their connection echoes the physical sensations back to him, the way he can't tell where Peter ends and he begins, how he can feel Peter pressing inside him, feel the way his own body clings tight around the other man's cock, everything all at once.

He tilts his chin to meet that kiss, arms winding around him and holding on for dear life.]

This is real... you're really here.

[There would be no imagining this, no faking this moment.]

[werewolfing]

It's real, iubit.

[ not that peter doesn't feel similarly astonished about that fact. astonished and so grateful that his ribs feel ready to burst with it. caleb's arms are tight around him and peter shifts down onto his elbows so they're as close as they possibly can be, belly to belly and chest to chest. his fingers run through caleb's hair, tangling in it so he can run his nails lightly over the other man's scalp. ]

You're the most real thing in the entire world, you precious creature.

[ peter rocks his hips, moaning softly into caleb's mouth at the sensations that shock through him. it's not much movement, just an inch or two of friction and pressure, but he doesn't want to stop being this close to caleb yet. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb hooked his legs over Peter's hips, anything to pull them closer, anything for more contact, more touch. He reveled in the feeling of Peter against him, the weight of his body offset as it may well be. His own arousal was trapped between their stomachs, likely already making a mess of both of them given that after Peter had worked him up so thoroughly, precome was already quite liberally beading and smearing with each motion.]

I can feel you, feel everything. My love... gods.

[Coherency wasn't exactly in his ability, and instead he whimpered an answering moan to Peter's lips as the other man began to move.]

[werewolfing]

[ peter's not much for coherency at the moment either, but it's clear enough that he agrees wholeheartedly with caleb's sentiments as he shifts his weight to be able to move his hips more freely.

they still fit perfectly together, and that's all peter can think about as he lets his body move itself and gives into feeling everything he possibly can. there's something truly magical about being able to feel everything caleb feels both physically and emotionally, and the fact that every move either of them makes brings them both the same pleasure. peter can feel the pull of his fingers in caleb's hair and the friction of their bodies against the other man's cock; caleb can feel how exquisite he feels around peter and the grip of his thighs around peter's waist.

the song of the universe is subtly different here than it was in folkmore. there are more resonances, a more complex layering of tones to make something closer to a melody as all the planes and planets and stars blend together in their unique harmony. it's the third song peter has heard in his very strange life, and as he stares into caleb's eyes, something in him knows that this is where his soulmate belongs. ]

Everything, yes. You're everything, iubit. Your everything.

[ peter doesn't know what he means, exactly, but he knows that he means it. ]

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[It's not the first time that Caleb has cried during sex with Peter, not the first time the emotions in him flood and surge so strongly that there's no way to contain them. The wizard hasn't noticed that the tears that hadn't finished earlier are slipping free from his eyes now. But there's no sadness, only relief and pleasure and joy in the miracle that Peter is back in his arms.

The physical sensations are dizzyingly good, the way that he can feel the electric sting as he curls his fingers to his lover's back and drags nails against sweat-damp skin, the way that every thrust of that length inside him feels like Peter is coming home, the two of them as close to one as they can be.

And he can feel that melody echoing through Peter, soundless but swelling in crescendo regardless. He looks back up to the other man, to those depthless blue eyes.]

My everything. My Moonlight. My world.

[Everything that he's ever needed.]

[werewolfing]

[ peter sees the tears, but they seem fitting in the moment. his own eyes are shining but dry, if only because his tears will fall after. right now, he moves for both of them, and he needs his breath for that.

sweat-salt burns along his back as caleb's nails drag down and his spine arches up into the sting, welcoming the small pain that makes the pleasure sharper. his teeth close on caleb's lower lip, worrying it gently and then licking at the skin that is now flush and sweet with unshed blood. ]

My beloved, my wildfire, my home...

[ it's been so long that peter feels the want building hot and taut low in his belly, altogether too soon and not soon enough. they'll fall over that edge together, he's sure, because every touch and taste and movement brings them both closer simultaneously. and that is as it should be. ]

Fall with me, iubit. Let it happen.

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[Caleb can barely think; feeling is taking up far too much, and that's fine. That's exactly as it should be. His body remembers this though, the way they fit together, move together, all of it, and he falls into the rhythm of this intimate dance. He gasps to Peter's mouth at the blissful sting of those teeth at his lip.

The feeling of that pleasure is cresting in him too, borne and buoyed by that rising tide that lifts the both of them together. The crash of that wave is inevitable, and Caleb knows it will take them together.]

Yes, I... yes, Liebling. Together...

[And then even unspoken words are beyond him, and Caleb is clinging to Peter, moving with him in those final moments before his climax rushes over him. He cries out then, wordless, a sound as much a sob as anything else. His arousal, trapped between them, paints both their stomachs with white, even as his muscles tighten around the cock moving inside him.]

[werewolfing]

[ a near-feral sound throbs out of peter as he comes, the feeling so ecstatic and consuming that it's somehow adjacent to pain. his hips snap once, twice more before stilling buried deep in his soulmate, letting the rhythmic tightening of caleb's muscles pull out the rest of his orgasm.

he's not sure how long it is before the awareness of his limbs returns and he finds himself draped over and clinging to caleb, panting against the pulse of the other man's throat. the tears that hadn't fallen before have started without his knowledge or consent, but peter figures that doesn't much matter now. his hands wrap firmly around caleb's back and haul up until he's sitting with caleb in his lap with his legs folded to support the other man so their bodies stay joined. ]

Missed you like air, iubit, like water. Not sure I could stand to not have you with me again.

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[Caleb clings to him tightly, holding to him like the world has turned into a storm and Peter is the only thing solid enough for him to hold to. He barely notices that he's even being moved, until he finds himself sitting in Peter's lap, still impaled on him.

So he lets his legs wrap a bit more securely around the other man, arms winding around Peter to hold them close, close as he possibly can.]

I'm never letting you go again, Mondschein. I can't. There is no life for me without you in it.

[werewolfing]

No, never again.

[ peter's tears flow freely now, even though there's only a small
hitch in his breathing. it's absolutely a release of joy and relief--the time for sadness has passed and he would really rather move past it as soon as possible. ]

Your friends aren't going to love me, you know. Not like the haus. It's going to take a long time for me to be that person again with anyone but you.