Even if Yussa is the one who asked, the way Caleb responds sends a shock of excitement right through him. It's so bluntly stated in answer to his coy question that it feels like he's been caught trying to get away with something.
Yussa's lips part in a gasp and he tenses just briefly as Caleb works the plug back out of him. His face burns as he stretches around the widest part, reminding him just how thoroughly prepared and used he was not that long ago. The entire point was to keep him open so that Caleb could just have him whenever he might want to, and that he's using this moment to make good on it, to ensure that Yussa fully realizes that he is not the guiding hand here, is--desperately arousing.
He bows his head, taking a moment to collect himself when he is fully empty again. He gives a weak rock of his hips with the full knowledge that Caleb will fuck him where and how he wants. He peers at his patron again and moves forward a bit more, until he can feel Caleb's cock brush against his rear. Yussa reaches back, guiding it against him just to feel it without guiding him in yet.
"What do you think, Herr Widogast?" he murmurs. "Am I ready to take you just as we are?"
Even as he speaks, Yussa quickly casts prestidigitation to slick more oil over Caleb's cock. A little more couldn't hurt, especially since they have washed some of it away. But gods, he is desperately aware of how open he feels.
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Yussa's lips part in a gasp and he tenses just briefly as Caleb works the plug back out of him. His face burns as he stretches around the widest part, reminding him just how thoroughly prepared and used he was not that long ago. The entire point was to keep him open so that Caleb could just have him whenever he might want to, and that he's using this moment to make good on it, to ensure that Yussa fully realizes that he is not the guiding hand here, is--desperately arousing.
He bows his head, taking a moment to collect himself when he is fully empty again. He gives a weak rock of his hips with the full knowledge that Caleb will fuck him where and how he wants. He peers at his patron again and moves forward a bit more, until he can feel Caleb's cock brush against his rear. Yussa reaches back, guiding it against him just to feel it without guiding him in yet.
"What do you think, Herr Widogast?" he murmurs. "Am I ready to take you just as we are?"
Even as he speaks, Yussa quickly casts prestidigitation to slick more oil over Caleb's cock. A little more couldn't hurt, especially since they have washed some of it away. But gods, he is desperately aware of how open he feels.