Yussa's reactions before are nothing compared to his unbridled urgency after Caleb's fingers enter him, desperation as much as relief. His cunt squeezes, his hips rock, his toes curl--Caleb is sure he can even feel him getting wetter, dripping around his fingers as they rock slowly within him.

But Caleb needs to do very little, really. Yussa can't seem to help fucking himself, rolling his hips back a touch too eagerly against the measured thrusts Caleb is giving him.

He must have needed this badly. Caleb knew as much, but seeing it makes him lightheaded with a combination of power and desire he's starting to become familiar with. Yet another first tonight--he doesn't think he's ever seen Yussa quite like this. It seems like his body is moving without his brain's input, like receiving the stimulation he's been craving after such extended denial has driven him to seek his pleasure mindlessly. Caleb finds it wildly attractive.

But then he falls still, quivering--trying to rein himself in. Immediately, Caleb shakes his head and rubs his fingers deeper inside him, grinding his knuckles deliberately along his front wall. "No, liebling, you don't have to stop," he encourages, voice tight and thickly Zemnian. "If it feels good, please continue. I am enjoying this very much."

His cock is miraculously perking up again, but not quite so quickly as the last time, with two orgasms fairly close together already. He's more than happy to indulge his courtesan lover with his fingers until then.