Caleb slumps forward, suddenly boneless, and finds that Yussa folds beneath him, even more flexible than he'd imagined. But he is courteous enough to release his legs, letting them fall open as they will, before all but collapsing on top of him. There is a tremble in his limbs he can't control, but thankfully his knees remain locked, so Yussa is taking only the weight of his upper body.

Shuddering, Caleb tucks his face into Yussa's neck. As the rush of pleasure fades, fatigue leaves a sweet heat in the muscles of his back and thighs and abs. The cost of leaving Yussa so well-fucked that his cunt is still fluttering around him, so perfectly drawing out the last of his orgasm. He manages a final indulgent roll of his hips while his spent cock still maintains some stiffness, enjoying the soft drag of Yussa's clinging walls while he can, knowing that he will have to pull out soon. Staying inside him will not feel so nice as it did the first time.

He breathes heavily, decides it would be best to get it over with while he can still move, and slowly drags his cock from Yussa's passage with a groan. He can feel the spend that spills out with it, which is satisfyingly lewd after filling him twice tonight.

"Too heavy?" he rasps, thickly Zemnian-accented. He can...maybe roll off if Yussa says yes.