Yussa chokes on his breath when the echo pushes into him. Time drags as he echo's cock - cool in the heat of his body - pushes into him. He feels almost unbearably full, trapped between the two men holding him and aware that they can likely feel each other through the thin wall of his body.

It takes effort to get his body to accommodate the new stretch. It's overwhelming, it's almost too much and he can't escape it, but Caleb - both of them - are slow and careful and tender with him, and soon enough the echo is as deep as he can get. Both of them are. His heart is pounding and he leans as much against the man behind him as he can, seeking the comfort of his warmth and familiarity.

Yussa realizes he's been whispering, rambling in Elvish and broken Common, dazed and urgent and incoherent. He isn't prepared for the kiss and the echo catches him in a desperate embrace, mouth filled with the cool tongue that is almost a balm when he feels so overheated. He moans weakly when he hears his lover's voice in his ear, wicked and fond and perfect. The kiss breaks and Yussa struggles to pull himself together enough to speak.

"Yes," he whispers weakly. "Oh gods, yes. Don't--don't stop."