The combination of exertion and orgasm has left Caleb panting also as he shivers in the aftermath. Tension slowly drains from his body as he lays over his lover, kept from collapsing completely only by the waning strength in his biceps. But remaining there just a little longer is worth the effort to feel Yussa beneath him, to prolong the last lingering waves of his pleasure inside him, and most of all for the gentle brush of Yussa's hand against his, affirming and affectionate.

With a contented sigh and a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb's hand turns over to catch Yussa's fingers with his own and thread them together. He enjoys this for as long as his arms permit--which is not terribly long.

The effort it takes just to pull out and roll off his lover, sprawling on his back next to him, feels astronomical. Strands of long red hair stick to his skin with sweat, and his muscles ache--but now he is no longer using them, that ache is becoming almost enjoyable.

"Give me just--" he half gasps, half laughs, intensity faded to giddiness. "Just a moment, schatz, to catch my breath." There is one thing he wants to make sure he does soon--the plug is still there by his knee. But for now, he turns his head to smile at his lover, close enough that he can duck down with minimal effort and kiss his shoulder. "You are really something incredible, you know," he murmurs, part compliment and part dizzied musing. "I do not think I have ever experienced desire quite like this."