Making Yussa fall apart at last is every bit as good as Caleb thought it would be. He's so beautiful as his pleasure mounts and his composure unravels, which is only natural for a man of his worth in his profession, but Caleb feels as though somehow this particular vision of Yussa is just for him. He follows Caleb's request, and the way he whimpers the words with something like excitement makes Caleb's stomach swoop with an especially giddy surge of pleasure.

He moans a curse in Zemnian as Yussa tightens around him mere moments later, seizing up but still managing to angle his body for an appealing view as he comes. A consummate professional, truly. Caleb gladly drinks in the sight of him as he does what he can to make it good. His hips rock up with a touch more force, fucking him as deep as the angle of his hips will allow, and his fingers draw back to land a sharp little pat over his clit followed by a soothing rub, a playful callback to making his cunt sore with harder, more encompassing slaps earlier.

Though his cock gives a heavy throb and there is a growing tightness in his balls, Caleb doesn't follow him over. But it feels dizzyingly good to be inside him as Yussa trembles and bears down, growing tighter still. He whispers encouragement and praise in Common and his own tongue throughout, then at last leans up to take Yussa's lips in a hard, claiming kiss edged with his own need, letting his hand slip away from his clit to hold his hip as he does.