The orgasm hits Yussa like a bolt. All at once Caleb feels his rocking stop and he goes rod-still in their arms, quaking but unmoving. His body squeezes tight, a vise on Caleb's brain and cock, and it's all the more precious to be inside him when he is like this.
He knows he lacks the constitution to go on this way for much longer, but he isn't done quite yet. Not before he fucks every thought from his wizard mentor's head. He reaches around Yussa's slim body down to his clit, hard and hot, to begin the abandoned work of rapidly swiping up and down. He is close enough to feel the spasm that goes through his echo's temporary corporeal form, and he intimately registers his thrusts stutter and then desperately speed up. Caleb chokes on a moan, and has no choice but to pick up the pace himself.
He pounds forward as hard as his hips will allow, remembering fleetingly that very same instance in that little captured corner of the Feywild. He's never seen Yussa come apart like that before or since--until now, perhaps. He barely thinks about it as his hand slides up Yussa's chest until he is bracing his head against his shoulder by cradling his slim throat, feeling the short moans forced out of him with every thrust against his palm.
"Too much?" he rasps, and across from him the echo lifts his head, desaturated eyes almost seeming to flash brighter before he ducks back down to lavish his attention on Yussa's breasts again. The echo grips Yussa's narrow waist in his cool human hands, bounces him forward and back between two cocks, while the slide of Caleb's hand against slick folds speeds to a purposeful, hard swirl of circular motion. When his fingertips glance against it several times in passing, he's surprised by the heat of his echo's cock. If he didn't know better, if the slight tingle of arcane magic wasn't present, he could be mistaken for a real man of flesh and blood.
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He knows he lacks the constitution to go on this way for much longer, but he isn't done quite yet. Not before he fucks every thought from his wizard mentor's head. He reaches around Yussa's slim body down to his clit, hard and hot, to begin the abandoned work of rapidly swiping up and down. He is close enough to feel the spasm that goes through his echo's temporary corporeal form, and he intimately registers his thrusts stutter and then desperately speed up. Caleb chokes on a moan, and has no choice but to pick up the pace himself.
He pounds forward as hard as his hips will allow, remembering fleetingly that very same instance in that little captured corner of the Feywild. He's never seen Yussa come apart like that before or since--until now, perhaps. He barely thinks about it as his hand slides up Yussa's chest until he is bracing his head against his shoulder by cradling his slim throat, feeling the short moans forced out of him with every thrust against his palm.
"Too much?" he rasps, and across from him the echo lifts his head, desaturated eyes almost seeming to flash brighter before he ducks back down to lavish his attention on Yussa's breasts again. The echo grips Yussa's narrow waist in his cool human hands, bounces him forward and back between two cocks, while the slide of Caleb's hand against slick folds speeds to a purposeful, hard swirl of circular motion. When his fingertips glance against it several times in passing, he's surprised by the heat of his echo's cock. If he didn't know better, if the slight tingle of arcane magic wasn't present, he could be mistaken for a real man of flesh and blood.