He remains trembling and tense as Caleb's fingers stay pressed against him, not exactly rubbing with any focus anymore but the pressure is enough to keep him from going fully boneless. It's too much, it almost hurts, and yet he still doesn't want it to stop. He would rather have Caleb's touch than not, even if it is working him past oversensitivity and into something else. Yussa can feel the man's other hand tighten slightly against his throat, sending an unexpected jolt through him.
Whatever he expected, he didn't count on feeling the echo driving into him with a very real urgency, chasing a release that Yussa didn't know he could feel. He hears Caleb's rasping voice giving permission and Yussa whimpers when the echo presses against him, skin cool against his. The affection is just as tender as what he would get from the man behind him, and a moment later Yussa is very certain that the echo comes, even if there is nothing to feel for it. That hardly matters when the very living man behind him pushes deep into him to follow in that pleasure.
Yussa can no longer even cry out, he can only whimper as his lover fills him. He's fairly sure he whites out for a few seconds, unseeing and unthinking as his body goes entirely weak. All he can do is pant for air, desperately trying to catch his breath as his entire body just--everything is warm and heavy, that delicious feeling rippling out to his fingertips and toes.
He cannot remember the last time he felt so thoroughly fucked, and somehow it feels terribly appropriate that it should be eclipsed by Caleb Widogast.
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Whatever he expected, he didn't count on feeling the echo driving into him with a very real urgency, chasing a release that Yussa didn't know he could feel. He hears Caleb's rasping voice giving permission and Yussa whimpers when the echo presses against him, skin cool against his. The affection is just as tender as what he would get from the man behind him, and a moment later Yussa is very certain that the echo comes, even if there is nothing to feel for it. That hardly matters when the very living man behind him pushes deep into him to follow in that pleasure.
Yussa can no longer even cry out, he can only whimper as his lover fills him. He's fairly sure he whites out for a few seconds, unseeing and unthinking as his body goes entirely weak. All he can do is pant for air, desperately trying to catch his breath as his entire body just--everything is warm and heavy, that delicious feeling rippling out to his fingertips and toes.
He cannot remember the last time he felt so thoroughly fucked, and somehow it feels terribly appropriate that it should be eclipsed by Caleb Widogast.