Yussa sighs softly as Caleb takes full advantage of what he's offered. He leans more into the taller man, losing all thought of washing even as Caleb's hands slide over every inch of him that he can reach. In this way his patron finds places where he is more sensitive: between his shoulders, the back of his neck, his chest, and his long, pointed ears. He holds onto Caleb for more balance and he can't stop a soft whine when the other man grabs his ass, reminding him of the plug neatly tucked into him and keeping him open.
By the time the kiss fully breaks, Yussa is breathless again and momentarily dazed. The smile on his lips is unfeigned, a secret for this patron who has given him more delight than any other. This man that makes him feel a little spark that's never been necessary for his work, but enjoyable.
"As you like," he answers, not quite automatically but without full thought behind it. They'll do exactly as Caleb likes. But as the thought really sinks in Yussa finds himself wondering - assuming - that the ache between his thighs will remain unattended until they've had a moment to recover. But he can't - won't - protest that, should that be the case.
His expression grows warmer, more focused, and Yussa caresses Caleb's cheek with the backs of his fingers.
"I think we've quite earned that," he adds. "Whenever you'd like to retire, we can."
He finds himself wondering what Caleb will want for that. Will he hold Yussa and take pleasure in his presence while he dozes? Or will Caleb have something else in store while he rests? The anticipation and uncertainty of the night has added to the excitement.
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By the time the kiss fully breaks, Yussa is breathless again and momentarily dazed. The smile on his lips is unfeigned, a secret for this patron who has given him more delight than any other. This man that makes him feel a little spark that's never been necessary for his work, but enjoyable.
"As you like," he answers, not quite automatically but without full thought behind it. They'll do exactly as Caleb likes. But as the thought really sinks in Yussa finds himself wondering - assuming - that the ache between his thighs will remain unattended until they've had a moment to recover. But he can't - won't - protest that, should that be the case.
His expression grows warmer, more focused, and Yussa caresses Caleb's cheek with the backs of his fingers.
"I think we've quite earned that," he adds. "Whenever you'd like to retire, we can."
He finds himself wondering what Caleb will want for that. Will he hold Yussa and take pleasure in his presence while he dozes? Or will Caleb have something else in store while he rests? The anticipation and uncertainty of the night has added to the excitement.