Having to brace himself to stay in this position serves another purpose: his hands aren't free to touch himself. He builds to a more fluid pace, putting on display the way he can move. A moan finally escapes him as Caleb's hands grip his ass tighter to pull him down into the next thrust. It adds more force to the way he's already moving and Yussa's fingers hold tighter to the other man's knees.

Yussa manages to keep his focus on his patron's face, enjoying the way Caleb looks at him - like he truly is a prize, a treasure. Listening to the way Caleb's breathing changes, the husky warmth of his voice, reaffirms that he was right to choose this pose. Hearing the younger man's praise earns a flicker of a smile, knowing that he must be if he can command such prices. But it's one thing t know it and another to hear the breathless awe in Caleb's voice.

With Caleb's hands holding him, pulling him, Yussa tries to move faster without changing the fluid roll of his hips. He slows down again, lifting higher to feel more of Caleb's cock sliding so easily in and out of him. The plug hadn't been nearly this satisfying and Caleb fills him perfectly. That alone has him aching for more, dizzy with how yielding his body is for his patron.

"You feel good," he pants, the heat in his own face deepening with the confession.