Soon after those words leave his lips, he feels the sting of Yussa's nails against his back and the quiver of tightening muscle as he comes for the second time tonight, barely any louder than when he was asleep. Though he can hear the emotional weight behind the whisper of Elvish, the words remain unknown to him.

Caleb pushes himself up just enough to get his knees under him, careful not to move out of the circle of his lover's arms. His hands close on his hips, coaxing them upwards as he changes the angle yet again. His movements grow frantic and irregular as his orgasm draws closer. The promise of an imminent release coils in his gut with an intolerable tension until finally it dissolves, his climax torn from him with breathtaking force as he spills into Yussa.

His heartbeat is fast and loud, his limbs suddenly leaden. He rests his head on Yussa's shoulder and sinks into his embrace, breathing fast and uneven. His mind is a tangle of conflicting thoughts as he comes down from his peak, and there is a raw ache in his chest. He doesn't know what to say, having gotten too carried away with his words already. Afraid to offer more of himself than Yussa wants. Afraid to ruin what Yussa enjoys about this relationship by impressing his own feelings upon it.

More afraid of that than he was of facing a leviathan demigod.