He was not expecting Caleb to keep talking, but gods, he should have. His patron can be very evocative just in the way he speaks to him and, especially now, Yussa is easily swept up in it. He shivers at the sweet attention to the tip of his ear, but then Caleb's fingers curl and Yussa's small body tenses up beneath him. His hands grip the blankets in a reflexive spasm of muscle and he drags in a ragged breath as his patron tells him that he must enjoy this work to do it.
In this fantasy they've created, surely that must be so. Yussa is old enough to have amassed wealth regardless of his profession, there would be no need to support himself like this. But it isn't about need, not for him and not for others under the roof of the Lavish Chateau. He enjoys this, he does it because he wants to and because it is quite lucrative. All he can do is pant and listen as Caleb works his cunt open for his cock.
"Yes," he gasps out, struggling to pull enough thoughts together to properly speak. He wets his lips, trying to regain a shred of composure. "They--they do not know what they have."
It isn't difficult to imagine getting bored with even well-paying clients. Yussa has known the Ruby long enough to have heard plenty of stories, and it's her prerogative to keep clients or cut them off, but the latter leads to a reputation most professionals would rather avoid. One doesn't want to be seen as difficult, after all. Not unless that is what their patron wants. And what Caleb wants is to enjoy what he's earned, to know that he is leaving a mark that will linger in his absence. Yussa thinks hearing that he is the one to remind this courtesan of the pleasure he takes in his work is something Caleb would carry with him when he leaves. Slick walls bear down around Caleb's fingers the next time they press deep and Yussa can't help but moan.
"They--" He moans again, tense beneath his lover as he struggles to keep away from the edge of orgasm. "They see a--a status symbol."
They can afford him, like they can afford art or fine clothes, and while not all of his patrons are boring, it isn't difficult to imagine that many are... perhaps not as appreciative as they could be. Caleb, however, is not taking him for granted.
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In this fantasy they've created, surely that must be so. Yussa is old enough to have amassed wealth regardless of his profession, there would be no need to support himself like this. But it isn't about need, not for him and not for others under the roof of the Lavish Chateau. He enjoys this, he does it because he wants to and because it is quite lucrative. All he can do is pant and listen as Caleb works his cunt open for his cock.
"Yes," he gasps out, struggling to pull enough thoughts together to properly speak. He wets his lips, trying to regain a shred of composure. "They--they do not know what they have."
It isn't difficult to imagine getting bored with even well-paying clients. Yussa has known the Ruby long enough to have heard plenty of stories, and it's her prerogative to keep clients or cut them off, but the latter leads to a reputation most professionals would rather avoid. One doesn't want to be seen as difficult, after all. Not unless that is what their patron wants. And what Caleb wants is to enjoy what he's earned, to know that he is leaving a mark that will linger in his absence. Yussa thinks hearing that he is the one to remind this courtesan of the pleasure he takes in his work is something Caleb would carry with him when he leaves. Slick walls bear down around Caleb's fingers the next time they press deep and Yussa can't help but moan.
"They--" He moans again, tense beneath his lover as he struggles to keep away from the edge of orgasm. "They see a--a status symbol."
They can afford him, like they can afford art or fine clothes, and while not all of his patrons are boring, it isn't difficult to imagine that many are... perhaps not as appreciative as they could be. Caleb, however, is not taking him for granted.