Yussa's fingers push into the echo's hair as his cool mouth closes around his nipple. His body tightens again and he is vaguely aware that Caleb is watching himself over his shoulder. What is it like, he wonders, to see himself buried in his lover? Shadowy but clearly him. What is it like to know that he is the one filling Yussa's cunt even as he fucks his ass? Yussa's head spins as he tries to hold on to any thought at all and his fingers grip tighter, pulling with less regard than he might have than if it were Caleb.
Why haven't they done this before? It has not occurred to Yussa to ask, even after experiencing the echo once before. Gods, he won't forget it now, and somehow it's more thrilling for Caleb to offer it.
He whimpers as Caleb cups his breast, presenting it for his echo to suck; his voice rises when the echo's hands spread him more, allowing Caleb to sink deeper. This whole experience is deliciously obscene, one offering him to the other. Yussa dares to look into the mirror again, seeing himself pinned between his lover and his echo, both of them working in and out of him with their own urgent determination. It's almost mesmerizing, and if he weren't so overwhelmed by what he feels he might try to watch them longer.
One hand drops and he shudders as his trembling fingers stroke over his clit. It's almost too much and his touch drifts lower to feel where the echo splits him open as Caleb gives a hard thrust. That forces another sharp, desperate cry out of him and his thighs tremble as tension mounts. The last time he felt this undone, he was on his knees on a bedroll in the Feywild with his own fingers buried in his cunt as Caleb took his ass. He starts to curl forward, unable to keep his body arched any longer as he shakes. Yussa goes tense between his lover and the echo as they make him come: every thrust is punctuated with a weak, breathless moan as they fuck him through it.
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Why haven't they done this before? It has not occurred to Yussa to ask, even after experiencing the echo once before. Gods, he won't forget it now, and somehow it's more thrilling for Caleb to offer it.
He whimpers as Caleb cups his breast, presenting it for his echo to suck; his voice rises when the echo's hands spread him more, allowing Caleb to sink deeper. This whole experience is deliciously obscene, one offering him to the other. Yussa dares to look into the mirror again, seeing himself pinned between his lover and his echo, both of them working in and out of him with their own urgent determination. It's almost mesmerizing, and if he weren't so overwhelmed by what he feels he might try to watch them longer.
One hand drops and he shudders as his trembling fingers stroke over his clit. It's almost too much and his touch drifts lower to feel where the echo splits him open as Caleb gives a hard thrust. That forces another sharp, desperate cry out of him and his thighs tremble as tension mounts. The last time he felt this undone, he was on his knees on a bedroll in the Feywild with his own fingers buried in his cunt as Caleb took his ass. He starts to curl forward, unable to keep his body arched any longer as he shakes. Yussa goes tense between his lover and the echo as they make him come: every thrust is punctuated with a weak, breathless moan as they fuck him through it.