"Please," he murmurs, agreeing and asking all at once. Yussa feels weak and if he stays like this, he's going to end up collapsing on top of Caleb. Perhaps that wouldn't be terrible, but this alternative is welcome.

He takes a deeper breath as Caleb's fingers leave him, as the echo's hands grip his hips and as cool lips touch his neck. The fact that the echo isn't quite as warm to the touch as Caleb is comes as a relief, given how overheated Yussa feels. With this new goal in mind, Yussa pushes himself up more, supporting himself so that Caleb can get out from under him if he wishes. He waits for the echo to pull away so that he can move without running into it. It's obviously solid.

Once he's free, the archmage sort of tumbles to the bed, landing on his side before he tries to move onto his back. If Caleb has other designs for him, Yussa will follow his guidance. But until then, he is just happy not to be holding up his own weight.