The praise lands sweetly, even if it's that of a besotted patron complimenting the courtesan he's bought for the evening. Then again, even in this game Yussa knows it runs deeper than that: Caleb is a talented arcanist who has recognized him as a colleague, of sorts. That certainly hasn't stopped him from using him every way he can imagine. Somehow explicitly having both of those at once adds to his enjoyment.

Yussa shivers when Caleb pulls away only to start kissing up his back. He doesn't move, instead enjoying the feeling of Caleb's larger body over his. He can feel the firm heat of Caleb's cock slide between his cheeks and he can't help the sound that escapes him when it brushes against his cunt.

"Please," he answers, the edge of need in his voice no longer under his control. He tries to tip his hips but it isn't quite as easy now that Caleb is leaning over him and pressed against him. Yussa bites his lip and attempts to get his knees under him just a bit, but there's really nothing for it unless Caleb lets him.

"I'm aching for you." Perhaps a few hours ago that might ahve been a coy exaggeration, but now it's a declaration of truth.