Yussa's breath catches as his body stretches around the widest part of the glass plug. But it yields easily after that and all he can do is take it as Caleb pushes it slowly inside him, ensuring that he's full again. He's beginning to relax again when Caleb's fingers move lower, so casually brushing against his cunt for the first time in hours. Yussa feels an immediate throb inside him, muscles contracting with nothing to press against as his patron's careful fingers rub along the flushed, wet folds that feel hypersensitive after being ignored for so long.

He bows his head, a soft whine in the back of his throat as Caleb's fingers dip just inside him, just enough to tease him with the possibility of more before moving on. More heady still is the knowledge that Caleb is rubbing his come against him and into him, spreading it.

Heat burns in his face as Caleb so warmly asks him that, as if Yussa did not beg him for it moments ago. He swallows thickly, struggling to keep the shred of composure he's regained as Caleb strokes him. He wets his lips and manages a nod first.

"Yes," he breathes. "Yes, I--gods, I do. It so... empty."

Perhaps if he'd been allowed other ways to satisfy himself he wouldn't feel the ache so keenly. But he is Caleb's tonight, and he will not make himself come unless it's what his patron desires. He won't even touch himself without the suggestion that it's what Caleb wants.

But gods, he is aching for it.