"The latter," he gasps out. Yussa imagines the clients he might attract could be well-educated or well-connected, but he has known far too many who cared little for the pleasure of others. Caleb is a thrilling and generous lover, for which Yussa is grateful.

When Caleb adjusts the position of his hand, Yussa tries to hold back another whine as the other man puts steady pressure against his clit that shifts just enough to notice every time Caleb moves his fingers. The heat suffusing his cheeks deepens when Caleb manages to rub him in a way that allows them both to hear just how excited he's become. He's been more immediately aroused in Caleb's presence in times past, but gods, Yussa knows he is very quickly getting there with the fantasy they are weaving coupled with the very real way that Caleb is touching him.

Yussa breathes in sharply when an elegant finger pushes into him, exploring the cunt Caleb's purchased for himself. That thought, coupled with the way Caleb affirms it out loud, is what helps to draw a moan from Yussa as Caleb strokes deeper into him. Yussa tries to rock his hips without compromising his balance to chase either the pressure of Caleb's palm or the slick friction of his lover's - his client's - finger inside him.