He's appreciative that Caleb doesn't just collapse on him. The young man's tender kisses are endearing as they brush his hair and his cheek, his wrist and his palm. Yussa isn't of a mind to move at all, but eventually Caleb does pull out. That earns a soft whine, but no real protest. He relaxes back, feeling utterly empty after all the effort made to work him open.
He's quite sure he's a mess of both of them, and when he shifts he can feel some of Caleb's come spill out of him. Yussa can't even muster the somatics for Prestidigitation, so he'll have to take care of that later, when he can feel his legs again. He lolls his head to look at Caleb, golden eyes warm and soft and full of contentment as he looks over the younger man.
As he looks away again, a brighter smile lights his face, the sort that comes with utter relaxation and (several) very good orgasms. Yussa's pulse has finally slowed, though he's still catching his breath.
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He's appreciative that Caleb doesn't just collapse on him. The young man's tender kisses are endearing as they brush his hair and his cheek, his wrist and his palm. Yussa isn't of a mind to move at all, but eventually Caleb does pull out. That earns a soft whine, but no real protest. He relaxes back, feeling utterly empty after all the effort made to work him open.
He's quite sure he's a mess of both of them, and when he shifts he can feel some of Caleb's come spill out of him. Yussa can't even muster the somatics for Prestidigitation, so he'll have to take care of that later, when he can feel his legs again. He lolls his head to look at Caleb, golden eyes warm and soft and full of contentment as he looks over the younger man.
As he looks away again, a brighter smile lights his face, the sort that comes with utter relaxation and (several) very good orgasms. Yussa's pulse has finally slowed, though he's still catching his breath.