Yussa's reaction is exciting and encouraging. Caleb's finger fucks in and out of him, pushing deep into his fluttering channel as his palm presses tight to tender, hot folds. He remembers the first time he felt Yussa this way, so long ago now; how amazed he was, and how aroused. There are echoes of that feeling now. Though he has been inside Yussa's body many times, this fantasy lets him experience it again as if it were the first.

"Gods, you are even more perfect than I'd imagined," he whispers, watching Yussa do all he can to ride his hand, seeming near desperate for the penetration. He has seen Yussa overwhelmed and needy, so he knows how genuine this eagerness is. But even if he hadn't, he thinks he would be able to tell that the courtesan he's bought isn't humoring him. The slick squeeze around his finger would be proof enough, anyway. "I cannot wait to spread you open on my cock."

He leaves slightly rougher, sucking kisses over Yussa's chest, returning to his nipples as his finger rubs against the soft tension of his inner walls.

"You would enjoy that, ja?" he murmurs, low and sweet. "Or perhaps I should try your ass first? Or your mouth? You are all mine until the morning, so there is no rush."