Caleb watches, transfixed. His echo's hands cup and fondle Yussa's breasts the same way he likes to, rolling his thumbs over his nipples. He doesn't need his compliments acknowledged; he's glad to give them regardless. It's more than enough to see Yussa so blissed out, pleasured by his touch twice over.
With that clear encouragement, Caleb lets his fingers press a little tighter, stirring in a lazy circle against the tender, swollen bud of Yussa's clit. His thumb remains right where it is, rubbing gently back and forth right where he can best feel his echo's cock rocking in and out of him. There's the curious compulsion to see if he can fit his fingers in beside it, but Yussa is already so small and tight, and he doesn't want to push him further than would be comfortable when the point of this is to pleasure him to orgasm enough that his symptoms might recede again.
The echo is doing more than enough, anyway. He's taking Yussa hard and fast enough for the slap of skin and the slick sound of his cock driving in deep to be loud between them. As Caleb's gaze travels up Yussa's body again, he watches his echo lean down to catch Yussa's mouth in a kiss, as sweet and passionate as any Caleb has ever shared with him. It's easy to see the way his tongue sweeps past his lips, the way his brow knits up with an emotion Caleb knows very well. This more than anything confirms how much it really is a manifestation of himself--an echo, truly, of his own feelings and desires.
Yussa shudders as Caleb follows his encouragement. His moan is muffled by the kiss, that that feels just like the man he's come to know. His fingers tighten in the echo's hair as the kiss deepens and he trembles on top of Caleb as his pleasure spikes.
As soon as he's free of the kiss, Yussa... sort of collapses forward. He catches himself on both hands, keeping himself braced over Caleb but he can't keep himself upright with the way the echo is fucking him, especially with Caleb's fingers stroking and teasing expertly. Through it all, he's aware of the caress of the younger man's thumb along his stretched opening. Yussa finds himself chasing that touch and the steady pressure of Caleb's fingers as much as the deep plunge of the echo's cock. His thighs tremble and he gasps a sharper sound as his cunt tightens.
Even as he feels his peak hit, Yussa pleads: "Don't stop."
Though Caleb isn't the one inside him, he feels it when Yussa comes, his fingers splayed over and against him. His other hand has threaded through Yussa's hair as he bent over him, treated to another stimulating view at a different angle. His echo has adjusted, gripping Yussa's hips again and tilting them up to get the angle he needs to keep fucking him the way he has been. Caleb notices his thrusts stutter a little as Yussa's orgasm washes through him, and knows very well why.
But they both follow instructions well. "I won't," he promises, and he can hear his own increasing arousal in the rasp of his voice. They don't stop.
Yussa fucks eagerly into his hand, clearly enjoying his touch, and the idea to fill him more hasn't left Caleb's mind. It's easy to slip his other hand between Yussa's legs too, to rub more than a thumb against his entrance. As he does, his echo slows. Whether it's because this touch feels good--it does, Caleb knows it does--or because he understands what Caleb is attempting, or both, he can't say for sure. But it's helpful. His index finger is quickly slick enough, and as his echo presses in, Caleb lets his finger do the same alongside it, poised to withdraw if Yussa shows any sign of discomfort. But he seems to stretch to take it well enough, as Caleb is able to press deeper without too much resistance.
Yussa nearly falters when he feels Caleb push his finger in alongside the echo's cock. His moan is softly startled, but it is not a protest. He didn't think it possible for him to blush deeper, but he's quite certain he does and he finds himself grateful for the dark and pale moonlight.
He's already thoroughly used and after another orgasm, Yussa's relaxed enough that the stretch isn't even uncomfortable. Tonight is apparently a time for new things all around, and he cannot find himself disappointed by this turn of events. Caleb is innovative, after all. Far be it from Yussa to criticize how he applies that.
With another little groan he tries to grind closer, encouraging both the echo and the man.
It's slower now that Caleb and his echo are working together to fill Yussa, helping him take more than he's ever given him before. They move in tandem, which isn't difficult considering they're the same person, even if they are separate.
"That's good?" he asks softly, not really needing an answer. He can tell by the way Yussa grinds against him, the tone of his voice as he moans, and the way his finger moves easily inside him together with his echo's cock in deep, steady thrusts. "Could you take one more, do you think?"
He thinks so, anyway. Tucking his middle finger in beside the first seems almost easy now. As he does, he feels the throb of his echo's cock, glances up to watch him curl forward, his lips parting with what Caleb knows would be a moan if he could hear it. Caleb makes a sound in his place, though it's a quieter gasp as he marvels at how Yussa takes his fingers, at how the echo's cock feels warm and real inside his body.
"You are doing so well," he tells Yussa quietly, encouraging and admiring. "He really likes you. I can tell." A glance up at his echo for emphasis, lips curling up in a playful little smile.
Yussa manages a nod, an affirming sound, but no words to answer as Caleb eases a second finger into him. It's--good. It's really good and he murmurs delirious praise that's not fully in Common as Caleb and his echo work together.
It's difficult not to think of them as separate, given the echo's seeming independence. But it is also clear that they are the same man. Yussa's lips graze over Caleb's cheek and he resists the urge to just slump onto him. Weak as he feels, there's still simmering need and he wants to be sure it is satisfied.
Besides, he can feel Caleb's cock hard beneath him and he certainly has not forgotten it.
"H-how does it feel?" It's difficult enough to string the words coherently together, but he wants to hear it.
Caleb is smiling still as Yussa's lips brush his cheek. He can tell how shaky he's become, and he doesn't want to make him do the work of holding himself up for much longer. He is also clearly enjoying the way Caleb and his echo are fucking him, but Caleb has other ideas for that.
His first answer to Yussa's question is a fleeting kiss, short enough not to steal the breath he's clearly fighting for. "I have never felt you so relaxed and open, liebling. I am glad I could provide you a second partner to satisfy you tonight. And as he and I are very similar, I think we can agree about how incredible you feel. I can't wait to be inside you again myself."
As Caleb speaks, his echo squeezes gently at Yussa's hips, and he leans forward enough to kiss the nape of his neck as though agreeing.
"Why don't we all move so that you can lay back?" Caleb suggests, finally letting his fingers trail away from Yussa's clit. "Would that be more comfortable for you?"
"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.
Caleb does have other designs--ones the echo seems to know intimately, despite a lack of verbal communication. Together they help their mostly boneless lover to lay back--not against the bed, but against the echo as he sits propped at the head of the bed, putting the heated skin of Yussa's back against the echo's much cooler chest. The construct takes the elf's weight easily, lets him rest his head against his shoulder, even tenderly brushes strands of sticky hair from his face and kisses his forehead. Caleb finds that obvious care and affection fascinating. The echo plants his feet against the bed and spreads his legs, making it easy to guide Yussa's legs open as well, hooked over them. Even as he assists, Caleb can't stop staring at them, at the way they look together. The way he and Yussa must look together, barring the lack of color in his copy.
Displayed like this, Yussa is a sight that makes Caleb almost delirious with want. The dark and the moonlight mute the vibrancy of his warm brown skin, but he can still see the evidence of a flush throughout his body. He's deceptively delicate, small and slender, his hair is mussed, his golden eyes dark, and his cunt is dripping, used and open and still burning with arousal. Caleb mutters a Zemnian curse in admiration as he arranges himself between both sets of open legs.
"Let us take care of you," he says, and kisses Yussa's cheek. There's something of muscle memory from days long past as he reaches down to cup his echo's cock--his own cock, the strangeness of that belied by his own understanding of the magic involved--and position it at Yussa's entrance. He feels the echo (the man, the arcane marvel, that is both him and not him) shudder at the touch, and then watches his length, as dark as the shadowy room around them, disappear into Yussa's cunt as he rolls his hips up in a first slow thrust.
Caleb's hands rest on Yussa's splayed thighs, and remain there as he eases back just far enough to lean down and begin kissing over his chest, sucking sharply on first one nipple and then the other. Like this, they'll really be able to make an attempt at satisfying him together.
Yussa isn't entirely boneless, but he doesn't resist as the echo and Caleb reposition him. He leans back against the echo, leaning into the familiar shape of him for support. His thighs spread, leaving him exposed as the arcane construct's cool touch brushes his hair back, kisses his brow. It feels like Caleb, and if he closes his eyes, he could possibly mistake it for the man if not for the odd energy and the not-quite-warm-enough body.
He opens his eyes again as Caleb moves closer to kiss his cheek. He makes a soft sound as the other wizard guides the echo's cock into him, filling him again. His head drops back against the echo's shoulder and Yussa pushes his fingers into Caleb's hair as his warm mouth offers sharp attention. He moves restlessly in the echo's lap, rocking his hips to meet every thrust.
As Caleb's mouth closes around one nipple, Yussa almost absently caresses the other.
The echo's pace remains measured, though Caleb knows from experience that isn't an easy task, especially with Yussa squirming to thrust back himself. His hands continue to slide up the inside of the older man's thighs as Caleb's mouth moves over his chest with kisses and light scrapes of teeth, held close by Yussa's hand combing through his hair.
When his fingers slide over the opening of his cunt, filled with his echo's cock, he traces it lightly before tucking his fingers inside him again in time with the echo's movement--first one, then a second, letting the echo thrust while his fingers stroke.
Gradually he moves down Yussa's body, pressing his lips to places he knows will be sensitive until he's shifted back far enough to tease his tongue in a gentle circle over his clit. Against his lower lip Caleb can feel the slick friction of his fingers, and beneath them, his echo's cock fucking up into him, but that isn't a deterrent. He's been waiting to get his mouth on Yussa.
A ragged cry escapes him as first one finger, then another, push into him alongside the echo's cock. He curses - or at least, he says something vehemently in Elvish - and grabs at the echo behind him as Caleb's tongue teases over him. His toes curl and his cunt tightens around the fingers stroking him in time with the echo's cock. He drags at Caleb's head like he means to grind closer to his mouth.
Yussa trembles as tension winds tight in him and he finds himself struggling to hold off another orgasm, more interested in making this moment last a little longer. Even so, he pants Caleb's name and soon it's clear that he's also begging, though for what it's difficult to say. It's meant to be encouragement none the less.
In the midst of all this, he finds himself wondering, ridiculously, if the echo can come. That must be a sign of recovery if he can think at all.
Yussa isn't the only one wondering about just how lifelike the echo might be. Caleb has never exactly put one to the test in a scenario like this before. But it isn't his most immediate thought, which mostly concerns Yussa practically dragging him by the hair to fuck his mouth and the Elvish falling from his lips in combination with his name with more and more obvious desperation. He should have cast Comprehend Languages before all of this. He doesn't think he's ever heard half these choked words before, and he badly wants to know what they mean.
The intent, at least, is easy to interpret. He licks and sucks eagerly, bobs his head to take the other man's swollen clit between his lips, and makes sure his fingers are rubbing against his soft walls in a way that adds to the echo's firm, steady thrusts, all the while feeling Yussa's body quivering and tightening. His echo's shadowy hands move over his breasts and his stomach and his sides and his cool lips trail over the sharp point of his ear. Caleb could swear he sees them moving in a whisper neither of them will hear.
While Caleb's mouth is occupied, it seems they're all similarly unable to communicate. He lets the sound of Yussa's voice wash over him, familiar by now with the rhythm of the language if not most of the words.
He swears he can almost hear the whisper in his ear, even if he knows the echo isn't really speaking. The cool caress is welcome - he feels overheated and nearly delirious with the overwhelming attention form the bodies on either side of him. Slick walls flutter around Caleb's fingers and the echo's cock as his lover focuses attention on his clit.
Yussa's hands spasm and he cries out wordlessly. Whatever attempts he'd been making to keep from utterly falling apart fail. His cunt goes tight and he arches against the echo, pushing toward Caleb's mouth as he comes. The pleasure is intense enough to make him dizzy and he ends up slumped against the echo, unable to hold himself up at all. His hand goes limp in Caleb's hair, resting there but no longer having any strength to hold onto him or drag him around.
His head lolls against the echo's shoulder, brow against its neck as he rides out the shocks rolling through him.
As Yussa rests heavily back against the echo, overwhelmed and exhausted by what Caleb counts to be his third orgasm since waking him up earlier, Caleb gradually withdraws--first his mouth, pressing a messy kiss to the inside of Yussa's thigh before sitting up, and then his fingers, easing them slowly out of the tight and fluttering heat of his cunt. Wisely, his echo has stopped moving inside him, pressed deep to let Yussa clench around his cock with aftershocks, but not pushing him further.
Achingly hard as Caleb has become again himself, he's willing to be done if Yussa is. He'll get himself off if it comes to it.
Catching his breath as well, Caleb's clean fingers caress the other wizard's cheek tenderly as he pushes up to a kneel between his and his echo's splayed thighs. He gives them both a moment before he asks, voice low and warm and gentle, "How are you feeling, friend?" He cracks a bemused smile. "I told you I had other ways to satisfy you yet."
Yussa lays there, trembling, as Caleb withdraws. He opens his eyes enough to focus on the man in front of him as warm fingers stroke over his flushed cheek. Rather than answering right away, Yussa reaches to pull Caleb into a kiss. It's slightly uncoordinated, but clear in its gratitude and affection.
When they part again, he summons the strength to move. He sort of falls out of the echo's lap and he cannot help the sound he makes as its cock slips free. He ends up grabbing onto Caleb for balance. The echo is lovely, and fascinating, but Caleb is... vibrant.
"I want you to explain that to me... later," he murmurs as he rests his head against Caleb's shoulder. For a little while that is pretty much all he can do, leaning into the other man as he tries to recover. Caleb's arousal has not gone unnoticed.
Caleb is there to catch Yussa when he is slightly less than graceful, supporting him as the archmage reaches for him and drawing him close in the same motion. When he sits back, it's easy to let Yussa rest on his thighs, his tired body gathered against Caleb's warm chest. The kiss he presses to his temple echoes the tenderness of the endearingly clumsy one Yussa just bestowed on him.
"Ja, of course," he assures. With one arm looped about Yussa's waist, the other slips into his hair, smoothing it out and scratching soothingly at his scalp. He smiles. "That is half the fun."
When he focuses on kissing slow and sweet from Yussa's ear down the side of his neck, he can ignore his arousal a little longer. He contemplates asking if he can finish inside him again--surely it won't take long to satisfy himself--but he would rather not risk making anything uncomfortable for Yussa when he could easily be just a little more patient. It's not as though he isn't enjoying himself. The gentle process of helping him recover from an intense experience is one Caleb treasures the opportunity to indulge in.
Yussa closes his eyes again for a few moments, resting against Caleb as the other man holds him. In his long life, he has known very few people that he would call sweet. Caleb has that in him, though, and Yussa is exceedingly grateful for his tenderness and care in this matter. A shiver slithers across his nerves as Caleb's lips trail down his ear and over his neck.
He moves, still leaning into Caleb as he adjusts his position until he is straddling the younger wizard. His breath catches when he feels the warmth of his cock brush over him and, without words, he reaches down to curl his fingers around him in a slow stroke. Perhaps he only just finished, but Caleb hasn't, and Yussa is inclined to reward him. It takes very little to guide Caleb's cock against his cunt, not helping him in but making his invitation rather clear.
There's a contentment in holding Yussa against him, but he allows the man to move in whatever way makes him comfortable. He feels especially small as his thighs spread over Caleb's, seating him close in his lap. With his face buried against the side of Yussa's neck, he breathes in the scent of orange blossom and spice that always clings to his skin, mixed thickly with the smell of exertion and sex. A groan rises in his throat as a slender hand strokes his cock and angles it until the head nudges his entrance, rubbing through slick folds to sink easily inside with just a little intent.
Just as Yussa's invitation is wordless, Caleb accepts wordlessly. Holding his slim hips, he pulls gently down as his own roll up, burying his cock obscenely deep in the elf's warm cunt with one slow, easy push. He holds him right there, throbbing inside him as he catches his breath.
"This still feels good?" he has to ask, his voice low, with a hint of desperation. It certainly does for him.
"Yes," he sighs as Caleb fills him. It is so easy now, wet and used as he is. That alone is strangely thrilling and he will contemplate that more later. Right now, all that matters is how it feels to be this close again. Yussa lifts his head for a kiss, managing with a bit more intent and coordination this time.
As he manages to focus with more clarity, a better thought slips into his head.
"Mm--wait." He kisses Caleb again, apologetic this time, before he pulls away. He makes a soft sound as he's left empty again, but the need for the change feels evident by his clumsy movements. Yussa lays on his side and gestures behind him.
"Like this," he requests, hoping Caleb takes his meaning. He wants to feel close, and he absolutely does not want to hold himself up.
Licking his lips to taste Yussa's mouth on them still, Caleb takes his meaning clearly. Already aching to be back inside him, it doesn't take him longer than a moment to join Yussa in laying on his side. He presses up behind him, cradling Yussa's hips with his own and sliding both an arm and a pillow beneath his head for support. He'd wondered if the other position might be too much of a struggle for Yussa, weary as he clearly is. This is a good solution, and Caleb is happy to hold him close this way.
Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb guides Yussa to bend one knee just enough to part his thighs, and tucks his cock back into his cunt with ease. He gives slow but decisive thrust, deep and filling, which he quickly follows with another like he can't quite help himself, rocking his hips against the curve of the other man's ass.
"Mm. That is better," he agrees in a low hum close to Yussa's ear. "Do you think you will need my fingers again?" Though he's mostly teasing, smiling as he kisses the corner of his jaw, Caleb does let his hand rest low enough on Yussa's stomach that it seems like he might oblige if he was told yes.
Yussa breathes in sharply as Caleb thrusts into him. He reaches back, letting his fingers drift through Caleb's hair as he sets a pace that suits him. He isn't sure he'll be able to come again - and there is a faint rush of relief in that thought - but he wants Caleb to find relief and pleasure. Yussa shifts to be as accommodating as he can be without changing their position too much.
Their height difference is a boon here, as it's easy for Caleb to kiss where he likes. Yussa groans quietly at the mention of the other man's fingers and his back arches subtly.
"Not yet," he murmurs as the warm weight of Caleb's hand settles low on his stomach. He likes that pressure and his other hand moves to cover Caleb's, fingers lacing to keep him there. "Do not hold back."
Even Yussa's small movements are almost ridiculously attractive; how he reaches behind him to thread his fingers into his hair, the elegant way his back arches, how he positions himself exactly how Caleb needs him when he really starts fucking him in earnest.
"Even if I wanted to, I could not," Caleb assures breathlessly. He squeezes their intertwined fingers, enjoying the silent instruction in Yussa's hand covering his. Stay. He does.
Focusing on anything beyond how good Yussa feels becomes a struggle, and Caleb doesn't bother with even token resistance. He fucks him the way he needs to, driven by the intense desire he'd managed to keep a steady hold on while pleasuring Yussa. He moans openly and gasps praise in his own tongue as slow and deliberate becomes fast and unrestrained. His world is off-kilter with how good it feels to find relief in using Yussa's well-used cunt, so open and wet for him.
His skin is hot, Yussa's skin is hot, and the night air seems to have become more humid, so a cool body fitting itself against his back is welcome. He can still feel his connection to his echo, though it is becoming more tenuous as his concentration deteriorates. Perhaps that touch will be a relief to Yussa as well, as cool, shadowy fingers trail almost reverently from his collarbone all the way down to his stomach, reaching over Caleb to do so.
Yussa pants for breath as Caleb fucks him, driven by need rather than the desire to cater completely to him. There is something to be said for that freedom, for the way the other man praises him in words he doesn't wholly grasp and the way he allows himself to lose his tight control.
His golden eyes flash open when he feels a cool touch stroke down his chest and stomach, and he realizes it's the echo. He'd lost track of it - which is embarrassing - in the aftermath of that last round.
He breathes a soft moan as he rocks his hips back to meet the next hard thrust, feeling Caleb sink as deep as he can.
Caleb's moan joins Yussa's, holding him close as he savors the tight heat around his cock. Both of them rocking together and apart again feels maddeningly good. The sensation has spread through him so completely that he feels like he could crest at any moment, sudden but not surprising. He's been aroused too long, and Yussa's cunt is soft and yielding, the way he sounds as Caleb fucks him going right to his cock.
Beneath Yussa's hand, his own braces him, keeping him right where he is as Caleb pursues his orgasm with increasingly forceful thrusts that would bounce him forward otherwise. The echo's shadowy hand comes to rest just above Caleb's real one in contrast.
When Caleb groans, tensing and trembling, that hand vanishes, his concentration on the spell lost. His hips continue moving almost of their own accord as he comes hard, dizzy with the high of it as he fills the older man's cunt with his seed for the second time tonight. His whole body aches with how perfect it feels.
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With that clear encouragement, Caleb lets his fingers press a little tighter, stirring in a lazy circle against the tender, swollen bud of Yussa's clit. His thumb remains right where it is, rubbing gently back and forth right where he can best feel his echo's cock rocking in and out of him. There's the curious compulsion to see if he can fit his fingers in beside it, but Yussa is already so small and tight, and he doesn't want to push him further than would be comfortable when the point of this is to pleasure him to orgasm enough that his symptoms might recede again.
The echo is doing more than enough, anyway. He's taking Yussa hard and fast enough for the slap of skin and the slick sound of his cock driving in deep to be loud between them. As Caleb's gaze travels up Yussa's body again, he watches his echo lean down to catch Yussa's mouth in a kiss, as sweet and passionate as any Caleb has ever shared with him. It's easy to see the way his tongue sweeps past his lips, the way his brow knits up with an emotion Caleb knows very well. This more than anything confirms how much it really is a manifestation of himself--an echo, truly, of his own feelings and desires.
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As soon as he's free of the kiss, Yussa... sort of collapses forward. He catches himself on both hands, keeping himself braced over Caleb but he can't keep himself upright with the way the echo is fucking him, especially with Caleb's fingers stroking and teasing expertly. Through it all, he's aware of the caress of the younger man's thumb along his stretched opening. Yussa finds himself chasing that touch and the steady pressure of Caleb's fingers as much as the deep plunge of the echo's cock. His thighs tremble and he gasps a sharper sound as his cunt tightens.
Even as he feels his peak hit, Yussa pleads: "Don't stop."
He isn't ready to stop.
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But they both follow instructions well. "I won't," he promises, and he can hear his own increasing arousal in the rasp of his voice. They don't stop.
Yussa fucks eagerly into his hand, clearly enjoying his touch, and the idea to fill him more hasn't left Caleb's mind. It's easy to slip his other hand between Yussa's legs too, to rub more than a thumb against his entrance. As he does, his echo slows. Whether it's because this touch feels good--it does, Caleb knows it does--or because he understands what Caleb is attempting, or both, he can't say for sure. But it's helpful. His index finger is quickly slick enough, and as his echo presses in, Caleb lets his finger do the same alongside it, poised to withdraw if Yussa shows any sign of discomfort. But he seems to stretch to take it well enough, as Caleb is able to press deeper without too much resistance.
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He's already thoroughly used and after another orgasm, Yussa's relaxed enough that the stretch isn't even uncomfortable. Tonight is apparently a time for new things all around, and he cannot find himself disappointed by this turn of events. Caleb is innovative, after all. Far be it from Yussa to criticize how he applies that.
With another little groan he tries to grind closer, encouraging both the echo and the man.
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"That's good?" he asks softly, not really needing an answer. He can tell by the way Yussa grinds against him, the tone of his voice as he moans, and the way his finger moves easily inside him together with his echo's cock in deep, steady thrusts. "Could you take one more, do you think?"
He thinks so, anyway. Tucking his middle finger in beside the first seems almost easy now. As he does, he feels the throb of his echo's cock, glances up to watch him curl forward, his lips parting with what Caleb knows would be a moan if he could hear it. Caleb makes a sound in his place, though it's a quieter gasp as he marvels at how Yussa takes his fingers, at how the echo's cock feels warm and real inside his body.
"You are doing so well," he tells Yussa quietly, encouraging and admiring. "He really likes you. I can tell." A glance up at his echo for emphasis, lips curling up in a playful little smile.
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It's difficult not to think of them as separate, given the echo's seeming independence. But it is also clear that they are the same man. Yussa's lips graze over Caleb's cheek and he resists the urge to just slump onto him. Weak as he feels, there's still simmering need and he wants to be sure it is satisfied.
Besides, he can feel Caleb's cock hard beneath him and he certainly has not forgotten it.
"H-how does it feel?" It's difficult enough to string the words coherently together, but he wants to hear it.
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His first answer to Yussa's question is a fleeting kiss, short enough not to steal the breath he's clearly fighting for. "I have never felt you so relaxed and open, liebling. I am glad I could provide you a second partner to satisfy you tonight. And as he and I are very similar, I think we can agree about how incredible you feel. I can't wait to be inside you again myself."
As Caleb speaks, his echo squeezes gently at Yussa's hips, and he leans forward enough to kiss the nape of his neck as though agreeing.
"Why don't we all move so that you can lay back?" Caleb suggests, finally letting his fingers trail away from Yussa's clit. "Would that be more comfortable for you?"
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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.
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Displayed like this, Yussa is a sight that makes Caleb almost delirious with want. The dark and the moonlight mute the vibrancy of his warm brown skin, but he can still see the evidence of a flush throughout his body. He's deceptively delicate, small and slender, his hair is mussed, his golden eyes dark, and his cunt is dripping, used and open and still burning with arousal. Caleb mutters a Zemnian curse in admiration as he arranges himself between both sets of open legs.
"Let us take care of you," he says, and kisses Yussa's cheek. There's something of muscle memory from days long past as he reaches down to cup his echo's cock--his own cock, the strangeness of that belied by his own understanding of the magic involved--and position it at Yussa's entrance. He feels the echo (the man, the arcane marvel, that is both him and not him) shudder at the touch, and then watches his length, as dark as the shadowy room around them, disappear into Yussa's cunt as he rolls his hips up in a first slow thrust.
Caleb's hands rest on Yussa's splayed thighs, and remain there as he eases back just far enough to lean down and begin kissing over his chest, sucking sharply on first one nipple and then the other. Like this, they'll really be able to make an attempt at satisfying him together.
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He opens his eyes again as Caleb moves closer to kiss his cheek. He makes a soft sound as the other wizard guides the echo's cock into him, filling him again. His head drops back against the echo's shoulder and Yussa pushes his fingers into Caleb's hair as his warm mouth offers sharp attention. He moves restlessly in the echo's lap, rocking his hips to meet every thrust.
As Caleb's mouth closes around one nipple, Yussa almost absently caresses the other.
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When his fingers slide over the opening of his cunt, filled with his echo's cock, he traces it lightly before tucking his fingers inside him again in time with the echo's movement--first one, then a second, letting the echo thrust while his fingers stroke.
Gradually he moves down Yussa's body, pressing his lips to places he knows will be sensitive until he's shifted back far enough to tease his tongue in a gentle circle over his clit. Against his lower lip Caleb can feel the slick friction of his fingers, and beneath them, his echo's cock fucking up into him, but that isn't a deterrent. He's been waiting to get his mouth on Yussa.
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Yussa trembles as tension winds tight in him and he finds himself struggling to hold off another orgasm, more interested in making this moment last a little longer. Even so, he pants Caleb's name and soon it's clear that he's also begging, though for what it's difficult to say. It's meant to be encouragement none the less.
In the midst of all this, he finds himself wondering, ridiculously, if the echo can come. That must be a sign of recovery if he can think at all.
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The intent, at least, is easy to interpret. He licks and sucks eagerly, bobs his head to take the other man's swollen clit between his lips, and makes sure his fingers are rubbing against his soft walls in a way that adds to the echo's firm, steady thrusts, all the while feeling Yussa's body quivering and tightening. His echo's shadowy hands move over his breasts and his stomach and his sides and his cool lips trail over the sharp point of his ear. Caleb could swear he sees them moving in a whisper neither of them will hear.
While Caleb's mouth is occupied, it seems they're all similarly unable to communicate. He lets the sound of Yussa's voice wash over him, familiar by now with the rhythm of the language if not most of the words.
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Yussa's hands spasm and he cries out wordlessly. Whatever attempts he'd been making to keep from utterly falling apart fail. His cunt goes tight and he arches against the echo, pushing toward Caleb's mouth as he comes. The pleasure is intense enough to make him dizzy and he ends up slumped against the echo, unable to hold himself up at all. His hand goes limp in Caleb's hair, resting there but no longer having any strength to hold onto him or drag him around.
His head lolls against the echo's shoulder, brow against its neck as he rides out the shocks rolling through him.
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Achingly hard as Caleb has become again himself, he's willing to be done if Yussa is. He'll get himself off if it comes to it.
Catching his breath as well, Caleb's clean fingers caress the other wizard's cheek tenderly as he pushes up to a kneel between his and his echo's splayed thighs. He gives them both a moment before he asks, voice low and warm and gentle, "How are you feeling, friend?" He cracks a bemused smile. "I told you I had other ways to satisfy you yet."
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When they part again, he summons the strength to move. He sort of falls out of the echo's lap and he cannot help the sound he makes as its cock slips free. He ends up grabbing onto Caleb for balance. The echo is lovely, and fascinating, but Caleb is... vibrant.
"I want you to explain that to me... later," he murmurs as he rests his head against Caleb's shoulder. For a little while that is pretty much all he can do, leaning into the other man as he tries to recover. Caleb's arousal has not gone unnoticed.
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"Ja, of course," he assures. With one arm looped about Yussa's waist, the other slips into his hair, smoothing it out and scratching soothingly at his scalp. He smiles. "That is half the fun."
When he focuses on kissing slow and sweet from Yussa's ear down the side of his neck, he can ignore his arousal a little longer. He contemplates asking if he can finish inside him again--surely it won't take long to satisfy himself--but he would rather not risk making anything uncomfortable for Yussa when he could easily be just a little more patient. It's not as though he isn't enjoying himself. The gentle process of helping him recover from an intense experience is one Caleb treasures the opportunity to indulge in.
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He moves, still leaning into Caleb as he adjusts his position until he is straddling the younger wizard. His breath catches when he feels the warmth of his cock brush over him and, without words, he reaches down to curl his fingers around him in a slow stroke. Perhaps he only just finished, but Caleb hasn't, and Yussa is inclined to reward him. It takes very little to guide Caleb's cock against his cunt, not helping him in but making his invitation rather clear.
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Just as Yussa's invitation is wordless, Caleb accepts wordlessly. Holding his slim hips, he pulls gently down as his own roll up, burying his cock obscenely deep in the elf's warm cunt with one slow, easy push. He holds him right there, throbbing inside him as he catches his breath.
"This still feels good?" he has to ask, his voice low, with a hint of desperation. It certainly does for him.
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As he manages to focus with more clarity, a better thought slips into his head.
"Mm--wait." He kisses Caleb again, apologetic this time, before he pulls away. He makes a soft sound as he's left empty again, but the need for the change feels evident by his clumsy movements. Yussa lays on his side and gestures behind him.
"Like this," he requests, hoping Caleb takes his meaning. He wants to feel close, and he absolutely does not want to hold himself up.
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Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, Caleb guides Yussa to bend one knee just enough to part his thighs, and tucks his cock back into his cunt with ease. He gives slow but decisive thrust, deep and filling, which he quickly follows with another like he can't quite help himself, rocking his hips against the curve of the other man's ass.
"Mm. That is better," he agrees in a low hum close to Yussa's ear. "Do you think you will need my fingers again?" Though he's mostly teasing, smiling as he kisses the corner of his jaw, Caleb does let his hand rest low enough on Yussa's stomach that it seems like he might oblige if he was told yes.
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Their height difference is a boon here, as it's easy for Caleb to kiss where he likes. Yussa groans quietly at the mention of the other man's fingers and his back arches subtly.
"Not yet," he murmurs as the warm weight of Caleb's hand settles low on his stomach. He likes that pressure and his other hand moves to cover Caleb's, fingers lacing to keep him there. "Do not hold back."
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"Even if I wanted to, I could not," Caleb assures breathlessly. He squeezes their intertwined fingers, enjoying the silent instruction in Yussa's hand covering his. Stay. He does.
Focusing on anything beyond how good Yussa feels becomes a struggle, and Caleb doesn't bother with even token resistance. He fucks him the way he needs to, driven by the intense desire he'd managed to keep a steady hold on while pleasuring Yussa. He moans openly and gasps praise in his own tongue as slow and deliberate becomes fast and unrestrained. His world is off-kilter with how good it feels to find relief in using Yussa's well-used cunt, so open and wet for him.
His skin is hot, Yussa's skin is hot, and the night air seems to have become more humid, so a cool body fitting itself against his back is welcome. He can still feel his connection to his echo, though it is becoming more tenuous as his concentration deteriorates. Perhaps that touch will be a relief to Yussa as well, as cool, shadowy fingers trail almost reverently from his collarbone all the way down to his stomach, reaching over Caleb to do so.
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His golden eyes flash open when he feels a cool touch stroke down his chest and stomach, and he realizes it's the echo. He'd lost track of it - which is embarrassing - in the aftermath of that last round.
He breathes a soft moan as he rocks his hips back to meet the next hard thrust, feeling Caleb sink as deep as he can.
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Beneath Yussa's hand, his own braces him, keeping him right where he is as Caleb pursues his orgasm with increasingly forceful thrusts that would bounce him forward otherwise. The echo's shadowy hand comes to rest just above Caleb's real one in contrast.
When Caleb groans, tensing and trembling, that hand vanishes, his concentration on the spell lost. His hips continue moving almost of their own accord as he comes hard, dizzy with the high of it as he fills the older man's cunt with his seed for the second time tonight. His whole body aches with how perfect it feels.
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