The framing of this night has changed everything. With the explicit permission granted by his role as Yussa's paying client, Caleb has dared to do things tonight he's barely even thought of before. It's thrilling, and clearly not just for him. Yussa has been in a state right from the start, deeply affected by the fantasy, and now he is--well, he's so wet he's dripping onto the sheets, so Caleb must be doing something right. Given the apparent success of this endeavor, he wonders if they might do it again sometime. He would be more surprised if they didn't; all this talk of saving to see Yussa again practically begs a sequel.
For now, Caleb exists firmly and indulgently in the moment, long limbs spread across expensive sheets, watching raptly as he makes the beautiful courtesan he's obsessed over for months squirm. He's paid dearly for the privilege of fingering this man's cunt, and he is getting his money's worth.
"Fuck, look at you. I have never seen anything so gorgeous," he praises with rough, breathless wonder. His fingers drag slowly in and out, in and out, fucking his own come into him as he patiently works his tight passage open. He leans closer to suck lightly on the pointed tip of Yussa's ear before nuzzling a touch lower, lips brushing the outer shell. "I love how much you enjoy this. A man like you with a mind like yours doesn't have to spread his legs for a living. You do it because you love it."
Caleb's fingers crook inside him. Perhaps he is cheating a little by already knowing where to rub along his soft walls to make his legs quiver and his toes curl, but he doesn't think Yussa will mind.
"But when you could have booked one of your wealthy, influential patrons tonight, you chose me instead," he continues, a rough rasp with tenderness beneath. "Are you growing bored of the way they fuck you, Yussa? Were you hoping a man who knows what a privilege it is to touch you would remind you how desire feels?"
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For now, Caleb exists firmly and indulgently in the moment, long limbs spread across expensive sheets, watching raptly as he makes the beautiful courtesan he's obsessed over for months squirm. He's paid dearly for the privilege of fingering this man's cunt, and he is getting his money's worth.
"Fuck, look at you. I have never seen anything so gorgeous," he praises with rough, breathless wonder. His fingers drag slowly in and out, in and out, fucking his own come into him as he patiently works his tight passage open. He leans closer to suck lightly on the pointed tip of Yussa's ear before nuzzling a touch lower, lips brushing the outer shell. "I love how much you enjoy this. A man like you with a mind like yours doesn't have to spread his legs for a living. You do it because you love it."
Caleb's fingers crook inside him. Perhaps he is cheating a little by already knowing where to rub along his soft walls to make his legs quiver and his toes curl, but he doesn't think Yussa will mind.
"But when you could have booked one of your wealthy, influential patrons tonight, you chose me instead," he continues, a rough rasp with tenderness beneath. "Are you growing bored of the way they fuck you, Yussa? Were you hoping a man who knows what a privilege it is to touch you would remind you how desire feels?"