The next time Caleb pulls his fingers out to smack across his cunt, Yussa yelps. It's the kind of helpless sound Caleb has not been privy to before now. He nearly tries to clamp his thighs together as Caleb does it twice more, the wet sound obscene as he slaps the tender, swollen folds and hard clit left exposed to his whims. Yussa's chest is heaving as he pants for breath and he feels lightheaded with the effort. What startles him most is how much it effects him: he feels on the edge again, aching and close. Clearly, he's meant to answer.

Even with that prompting, it takes Yussa a moment to properly find his voice. He manages to focus on Caleb, utterly dazed as the other man's fingers push back into him without any resistance. How easy he's become with his patron's diligent work.

"Please give me your cock," he pleads, voice heavy and strained. His cunt throbs from the firm impact of Caleb's strong, calloused hand and all Yussa can think about is his aching desire to be filled again even as Caleb's fingers fuck his ass. In his need, he offers no specifics - in the end, what happens next is up to Caleb, no matter what.