"Which makes it the best option for the moment," Caleb agrees. He waits another moment or two just to build anticipation, but he does press the plug slowly deeper. Yussa's hole stretches for the unyielding glass with obscene ease. His body puts up resistance to only widest part of the bulb, and even that is minimal. When Caleb settles it inside him with the base flush to his skin, Yussa isn't the only one thinking that he's also effectively kept him full in more ways than one.

Almost idly, his fingers trail down, brushing over swollen folds dripping with Yussa's arousal and Caleb's seed in the first deliberate touch to his cunt in hours. The soft heat of him is enthralling. He tries to imagine the frustrating emptiness he must be feeling, all the more evident when his ass has been full all this time. It must have grown impossible to tolerate any longer, this simultaneous arousal and denial, for him to express that need to his patron.

"You must be aching," Caleb murmurs, "if you are begging me to fuck you here the way you did."

Stroking along his slit, his fingers quickly grow slick. When they rub over Yussa's entrance, only teasing at penetration, Caleb is very aware that he'll be fucking his come into him here as well.

"You need me in your cunt?" He repeats Yussa's words deliberately in his lover's favorite warm, low rasp.