Caleb's head feels stuffed with cotton. His echo leans his forehead against Yussa's, sweetly enough that in a flash of suddenly remembered worry about this other self giving too much about him away, Caleb releases the spell. He's scattered enough not to consider the consequences in advance. In an instant, the echo disappears. Without his support, Yussa slumps forward and Caleb is left holding him up alone, a feat he is only rarely capable of at his best, let alone shaking and unfocused moments after a powerful orgasm.

"Scheisse," he curses sharply, wobbling. His head floats back to him enough to realize he's also been holding the other man's throat more tightly than he ever intended. Caleb releases his grip immediately, letting Yussa go limp. "I'm sorry," he gasps. Even in his own ears, his voice comes to him from far away. "Oh, gods. I did not mean to--to hold you for that long."

Bending forward, it's the best he can do to lower Yussa to his knees. His cock slips out in the same motion, and he fumbles when his fucked-out lover seems incapable of supporting himself even that way. On one hand, that is desperately hot. On the other, he needs to get himself together and make him comfortable.

Though he feels weak, he's able to ease Yussa onto his back. Brushing his hair out of his face, he looks him over, concern mingled with a hunger to see just how thoroughly he's wrecked him.