Naturally, a courtesan of Yussa's status would have options. Caleb's gaze follows the weak wave of his hand to the table beyond, and the variety of toys arranged there. Only a small fraction of Yussa's actual collection, of course. He hasn't seen many yet, but he has good reason to assume that there must be plenty more. Several laid out for him tonight are unfamiliar.
"Danke," he murmurs, and leans down to press a kiss to the sweat-damp skin at the back of Yussa's neck. His nose brushes the soft, close-shorn prickle of his hairline. "I will take a closer look in a bit."
There is a hitch in his breath as he rolls his hips forward again, hearing and feeling how Yussa reacts to his words, to the way his cock fills him. His wordless whines, the soft walls of his passage pulsing. Caleb, the real one, is in a perpetual state of lustful disbelief. He wasn't expecting this. He didn't know Yussa could be this way, let alone that he was capable of guiding him to it; quiet, fucked out, and still so eager to be used he is literally dripping for it.
Three fingers stroke slickly in and out of his ass in time with the roll of his hips as he fucks his cunt. At times he can feel them brush against his cock inside Yussa's body as they spread him open. As his ponderously slow pace gradually picks up, he knows he won't be able to endure this way for long, and with how much Yussa is clearly enjoying it as well, he is tempted to continue just like this to his end. But he will stop when he must. There is more he wants before he finishes. For once, he is thinking of his own pleasure first. If Yussa can come from being fucked tonight, he is very welcome to, but it isn't Caleb's goal. If he can't, then he will have to wait.
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"Danke," he murmurs, and leans down to press a kiss to the sweat-damp skin at the back of Yussa's neck. His nose brushes the soft, close-shorn prickle of his hairline. "I will take a closer look in a bit."
There is a hitch in his breath as he rolls his hips forward again, hearing and feeling how Yussa reacts to his words, to the way his cock fills him. His wordless whines, the soft walls of his passage pulsing. Caleb, the real one, is in a perpetual state of lustful disbelief. He wasn't expecting this. He didn't know Yussa could be this way, let alone that he was capable of guiding him to it; quiet, fucked out, and still so eager to be used he is literally dripping for it.
Three fingers stroke slickly in and out of his ass in time with the roll of his hips as he fucks his cunt. At times he can feel them brush against his cock inside Yussa's body as they spread him open. As his ponderously slow pace gradually picks up, he knows he won't be able to endure this way for long, and with how much Yussa is clearly enjoying it as well, he is tempted to continue just like this to his end. But he will stop when he must. There is more he wants before he finishes. For once, he is thinking of his own pleasure first. If Yussa can come from being fucked tonight, he is very welcome to, but it isn't Caleb's goal. If he can't, then he will have to wait.