With Caleb's help, Yussa eases out of his lap. He can't help the soft hiccup in his breath as the other man's cock slides free, leaving him utterly empty for the first time in more than an hour. That alone is strangely overwhelming, which he isn't expecting. There is a brief moment in which he thinks to reach for the plug again, but he does not. Whatever happens next, it will be at Caleb's whim.

As Yussa eases off of his lover's lap, he glances back and he's gratified to see that Caleb hasn't gone completely soft. At least the aphrodisiac seems to be working.

He sinks down onto the bed next to Caleb with a soft sigh. Yussa lays on his side, facing his patron with a pillow tucked beneath his head. Gods, Caleb is handsome like this: flushed in the warm light, sated but not yet tired, full of promise.

"How do you feel?" he asks after a moment, once he feels like he's pulled himself together a bit more and once he's sure Caleb has had a bit to catch his breath and collect himself as much as one can after something like that.