Another ragged, hoarse cry drags from his throat as Caleb twists his fingers, applying more pressure and making him desperately aware of every pulse and throb of Caleb's cock as he comes. It's intense, it leaves him utterly inarticulate. Yussa doesn't think it's possible for him to get off again, but that doesn't lessen the satisfaction of knowing he's been so thoroughly claimed. He can hear his lover babbling against his shoulder in Zemnian, catching words here and there but uncomprehending otherwise. Yussa, he hears. Mine.

When Caleb finally pulls his fingers free, Yussa whimpers at the emptiness that is left behind. It's only amplified by the loss of his cock as well, and he knows that it's Caleb's come he can feel dripping from him, mixed with his own slick release.

No longer supported, Yussa collapses to the blankets. His knees are still splayed wide, leaving him on full display as he trembles and twitches in the aftermath of this delirious pleasure. The archmage of Tidepeak tower lays there, bare and sweating and covered in come and bruises in the shape of his human lover's hands and mouth. He thinks he should move, close his legs, but the thought dissolves just as quickly. Right now, he isn't sure he can summon the strength or coordination to even roll onto his side.

All he can do is lay there and breathe.