Caleb returns his kiss with passionate insistence, as though he really has waited months and paid a significant sum for the privilege. He takes Yussa's lips and swipes his tongue into his mouth with the urgency of a man who knows he has only a single night to stake his claim. But it is a claim. No matter how many have come before him or how many will come after, for this night--for the comparatively brief span of his human life--Yussa is his. As Yussa draws back just enough to murmur, he invites him to demonstrate that, offering all the pleasures of his body at the unrestrained whim of Caleb's desire.

"This excites you," he whispers breathlessly, as though just realizing. "Giving yourself to me. You like that I spent months thinking of you as I gradually set aside the gold to put on that table. Why else make time for a man like me among your roster of esteemed clients?"

He is not wealthy or notable, yet Yussa, who is choosy about who he sees, accepted his application. Fifty gold is worth far more to Caleb than to others who might seek his company.

"How long since you have had someone in your bed who couldn't buy you on a whim? Who had to work for it?"

A second finger presses up into Yussa's cunt achingly slow, forcing a further stretch as he yields enough to allow it, Caleb's arm still locked around his waist. The slick sounds as he fucks him open and grinds his palm against his clit are obscene. Caleb's eyes are bright, intense. The throb of his cock, close to fully hard even without direct touch, has become impossible to ignore.

"Someone whose effort really matches what you are worth?"