Yussa's panting again by the time Caleb hits his peak. He can feel the fizzle of energy as the echo disappears and he tries to make note that it must be a concentration spell. If he remembers that later, it will be a feat.

He pushes his face against the bed, almost like he's trying to hide or muffle the soft cry that escapes him as Caleb fills him. Slick walls go tight around the cock buried in him and Yussa shivers in Caleb's arms. And when his lover finally stops moving, he lays there, listening to the other man trying to catch his breath. His fingers go loose in Caleb's hair and over the hand on his stomach.

A breeze comes in through the latticework windows and Yussa breathes a quiet sigh of relief as it cools his overheated skin.