Caleb wants to hear him, but when he and the echo begin to move together, Yussa can barely breathe. He clutches tight to the echo in front of him and his voice catches on the edge of every breath, sounding like soft hiccups and whimpers as Caleb and his echo try to find a rhythm that works for them. Yussa can't help, can only take it, and that alone is deliciously overwhelming. Almost too much, but he doesn't want it to stop.

There is no part of him that isn't touched and every stroke only reinforces how full he is. His head lolls, trying to leave room for the echo to kiss his neck as it explores him in familiar ways. Gods, it's--not impossible, clearly not, but a spell like this is impressive for so many reasons, much like the dragon. And, much like the dragon, Caleb has shown off his strength and power to fuck his colleague, mentor - Whatever he is to this sharp, clever man - to incoherence.

When they finally start moving together and Yussa cries out, voice ragged and weak. He can't think, he can barely move; all he can do is cling for support, blunt nails digging against shadowy flesh. The echo's cock warms up with every stroke until it feels just as hot as Caleb's. His cunt bears down around it, his entire body going tight around the men buried inside him.

"I--" He struggles to grasp at coherence, breathing hard as they both fuck him with obscene determination. "So much..." Yussa attempts to move between them, as if he can meet every thrust. Another wave of tension ripples through him and Yussa arches his back as he tries to get closer to Caleb, wanting the warmth of his lover's chest against his back. Even as he does, he tries to drag the echo's head down to his chest, wanting that mouth on his breasts.