Yussa doesn't bother to hide the flicker of confusion across his face as Caleb asks him to stay where he is. He watches, almost uncomprehending, as the other man gets up to look over the table of toys--and he finally catches up when he sees the plug Caleb's chosen. He bites his lip when Caleb shows it to him. He can't help the way he stares as the other man slicks it up, knowing what he intends to do and yet still not entirely processing it.

But then the other man coaxes him to lean forward and he does as he's told, and soon enough Yussa feels the slick, cool glass against him. He doesn't bother to hold back the little whine in the back of his throat as it sinks into him - almost effortlessly - and settles with the base against his skin. Gods, Caleb said he would do it and the experience is still striking. The way Caleb pats his hip when he finishes is--he doesn't even know how to describe it. But it resonates. He only moves again when his patron encourages him - and helps him. Yussa finds himself grateful for that, as his legs are still unsteady and now he's intensely aware of the plug settled inside him.

Yussa continues to depend on Caleb's gentle support as he eases down into the bath. A smile finally reappears as Caleb brushes his hair back.

"Of course," he answers, feeling more coherent and more in control of himself. The scent of the water is gently floral, both from the oil that is in the water and the petals floating on top of it. Yussa can't believe quite how mindless he felt until a moment ago, slow to comprehend and slow to react. Gods, Caleb is impressive.