He'll be sore tomorrow, there's no escaping that. Not when he's been stretched like this: he'll feel it in his thighs and low in his core, reminders of a night well spent.

Caleb's mouth collides into his with a hard, uncoordinated kiss. Yussa moans against his mouth, allowing Caleb to feel it as much as hear it. They don't stay like that for long, both panting too hard to make it last. Even as Yussa feels his strength fade, he tries to hold onto the man above him. His body wants so much to sink into the heaviness in his limbs. Not yet. He doesn't want Caleb to pull out and articulating that much has become difficult. Don't, he wants to whisper, but that's far too vague for proper instruction.

Yussa tries to be affirmative instead, panting "Yes-- yes!" until he loses the ability entirely. "Caleb--"

His legs tighten and his fingers leave half-moon circles where he grips too tightly.