Yussa closes his eyes as Caleb's weight rests over him - not all of it, he can tell Caleb is still supporting himself - but enough that he feels comfortably held in place. A smile flickers to life when his lover's hand moves, fingers tangling with his. It's a very sweet gesture, one that feels natural and yet Yussa knows well many patrons don't behave this way. It's worth enjoying while he has it.

That tender quiet only lasts so long. Soon, too soon, Caleb pulls out of him and rolls away. Yussa's breath hiccups as the other man moves, but he doesn't attempt to do the same. He stays as he is, only shifting to fold his arm beneath his head.

"You'll get no complaint from me," he answers with a wry smile, his own voice still breathy as he works on recovering. Seeing Caleb this light, this giddy, is a treat in its own right. That is the face of a man who is thoroughly enjoying himself and it warms something in Yussa to know that is his doing.

His smile softens when warm lips brush against his shoulder.

"I should hope so, for the rates I charge." It's half-teasing, half preening. Yussa knows his worth. He does not compromise in that. "I am glad I am worth what you've sacrificed to have me."