Oh, it pleases him, just as every other insinuation to that effect has pleased him tonight. Yussa has given him so many compliments, yet somehow none have felt excessive or dishonest, even this playful innuendo.

"That you have found the deftness of my tongue exceptionally impressive is very flattering." Caleb's eyes are bright, and the way he smiles is a step beyond coy. Flirtatious, even though flirting is hardly necessary at this stage--was never necessary, really, with a lover he's paid for. He is enjoying it nonetheless. He loves seeing Yussa's eyes light up this way, loves that he can make him laugh and blush at once by behaving a bit shamelessly. "I hope to be much more satisfying in all the ways you find most enjoyable."

Having recovered at least enough for this, Caleb pushes himself up on one arm, gaining enough height to see what he's doing as he slides his hand down the small of Yussa's back and over his ass. Two fingers stroke teasingly light over his hole, and he feels his cock--not quite soft, still--give an interested throb as he feels an undeniably possessive thrill at the sight of his come leaking steadily from his lover's thoroughly used opening.

But he doesn't linger there yet. He reaches further, where he can feel glass against his own skin, and finds where the plug rolled off to. This he brings back with more purpose, holding it steady and nudging the blunt tip against Yussa's ass, so ready to open up for him again with only a little pressure.

"I thought I might look for something bigger," he murmurs, "but this will do for now, if you are feeling empty still?"