A shaky exhale fans across the side of Yussa's neck, where Caleb has tucked his face to watch the exchange between his lover and himself from an alternate timeline. As ever, he wonders where they diverged. What choice did he make that his counterpart did not? He certainly didn't choose not to love Yussa; that is woefully plain in the hopeless want on his face. But then, that hadn't been a choice for Caleb, either. It just happened.
Caleb's arms tighten about the smaller man's middle, drawing him back against his chest so the echo now has the angle he needs to enter him; they'll find a balance for giving and taking once they are both comfortably seated.
Heeding Yussa's plea to be full, the echo puts his cock to his cunt and presses in. It is slow going. The tightness of his body around Caleb's cock tells him the stretch in his ass is already a challenge, and that the added stretch around the echo must be brushing against his limits. Once the echo has eased several inches inside, he can feel the pressure of a body taking two things at once; there is only so much space in Yussa's frame to let them both in. The sensation is dizzying.
And somehow, the stars align. With patience and short rocking motions, the echo sinks in deep. If this mirrored version of himself had the breath to make a sound, the way his face twists suggests he would be moaning quite loudly. Caleb does it for him, the noise half torn from his throat. Yussa's body is a miracle this way; smoldering hot inside, clenched and still waiting for more. They both fit together inside him even when fully sheathed.
Perhaps it shouldn't be surprising, but Caleb is surprised when the echo leans down and catches Yussa's mouth in a desperate kiss. He is a perfect reflection of Caleb's own passion, enthralled and hungry, and the purpose of his summoning grants him the agency to express that. His tongue, sweeping past Yussa's lips, must be as cool as the rest of him.
"Greedy man," Caleb breathes into his older lover's ear, fond and taunting, "is this full enough for you?"
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Caleb's arms tighten about the smaller man's middle, drawing him back against his chest so the echo now has the angle he needs to enter him; they'll find a balance for giving and taking once they are both comfortably seated.
Heeding Yussa's plea to be full, the echo puts his cock to his cunt and presses in. It is slow going. The tightness of his body around Caleb's cock tells him the stretch in his ass is already a challenge, and that the added stretch around the echo must be brushing against his limits. Once the echo has eased several inches inside, he can feel the pressure of a body taking two things at once; there is only so much space in Yussa's frame to let them both in. The sensation is dizzying.
And somehow, the stars align. With patience and short rocking motions, the echo sinks in deep. If this mirrored version of himself had the breath to make a sound, the way his face twists suggests he would be moaning quite loudly. Caleb does it for him, the noise half torn from his throat. Yussa's body is a miracle this way; smoldering hot inside, clenched and still waiting for more. They both fit together inside him even when fully sheathed.
Perhaps it shouldn't be surprising, but Caleb is surprised when the echo leans down and catches Yussa's mouth in a desperate kiss. He is a perfect reflection of Caleb's own passion, enthralled and hungry, and the purpose of his summoning grants him the agency to express that. His tongue, sweeping past Yussa's lips, must be as cool as the rest of him.
"Greedy man," Caleb breathes into his older lover's ear, fond and taunting, "is this full enough for you?"