Even with Caleb barely moving, grinding tight against him, Yussa still feels it when he comes. Whatever tension there was leaves the elf's body as that boneless pleasure spreads through him. There are little aftershocks yet, flashes and sparks across raw nerves whenever Caleb moves or touches him. Even his breath sends little chills racing across Yussa's skin.

For a while he just floats in that feeling, tethered to the sensations in his body and the warm weight of Caleb on top of him.

Yussa isn't entirely sure how much time passes between Caleb's release and the moment his eyes open. Not long, he thinks. Not as long as it felt. At first, unless Caleb is looking, there is no immediate indication that Yussa is awake. But eventually he summons the strength to move: he reaches back, elegant fingers brushing through Caleb's hair with exhausted affection. He cannot honestly recall the last time he felt quite this wrung out, and he finds himself wondering if that is partly thanks to the sheer effort to remain tranced on top of having three orgasms worked out of him.