It isn't only Yussa whose breath stutters as he lifts off Caleb's cock. The cool air is jarring compared to the snug heat of his body. Caleb feels what must be his own release drip over his lap before Yussa swings a leg over his body and lowers himself onto the bed beside him. They are both understandably a little out of breath still, flushed and disheveled.

Caleb's cock does soften more quickly now, but not entirely. That orgasm felt like it should have wrung everything out of him, yet here he is, still half hard. It wouldn't take much effort to coax it to fullness again, he's sure.

His lover's gaze on him carries a noticeable weight, but Caleb doesn't look back at him until he speaks. He probably shouldn't be so startled to be asked how he feels.

"Ah...good? Very good," he says, blinking. Slowly, he rolls onto his side as well, facing Yussa. "That was--you were incredible. And your Issylran plants, I think, made it more intense still. But I think I could still go again much sooner than I am used to."

They lay close together, but Caleb longs for contact again, as if he is incomplete if some part of him isn't touching Yussa. He strokes up the outside of his thigh, pausing when his fingers brush against his ass. Perhaps...he is curious, still, for a little more. Intrigued by how open he must be, after being spread by either his cock or the plug for some time now.

"How do you feel?" he asks, turning the question around.