Yussa closes his eyes as Caleb's weight rests over him - not all of it, he can tell Caleb is still supporting himself - but enough that he feels comfortably held in place. A smile flickers to life when his lover's hand moves, fingers tangling with his. It's a very sweet gesture, one that feels natural and yet Yussa knows well many patrons don't behave this way. It's worth enjoying while he has it.
That tender quiet only lasts so long. Soon, too soon, Caleb pulls out of him and rolls away. Yussa's breath hiccups as the other man moves, but he doesn't attempt to do the same. He stays as he is, only shifting to fold his arm beneath his head.
"You'll get no complaint from me," he answers with a wry smile, his own voice still breathy as he works on recovering. Seeing Caleb this light, this giddy, is a treat in its own right. That is the face of a man who is thoroughly enjoying himself and it warms something in Yussa to know that is his doing.
His smile softens when warm lips brush against his shoulder.
"I should hope so, for the rates I charge." It's half-teasing, half preening. Yussa knows his worth. He does not compromise in that. "I am glad I am worth what you've sacrificed to have me."
Gods, but somehow Yussa is especially attractive when he gives these teasing reminders about how much he is worth, and what Caleb has paid to have him. He would expect a pricy courtesan to avoid mentioning their fee after the initial transaction, to weave an illusion of complete exclusivity. But then, Caleb had brought it up himself at the beginning in noticing how Yussa enjoyed the notion of him: a man who could never purchase him on a whim, whose dedication was proven by the months he spent working to save that coin, unlike his typical patrons. Yussa must have seen how that appeal goes both ways. He must have understood that Caleb is equally perplexed and aroused by the impossible contradiction of his rough, calloused hands handling such a fine thing. A man like him shouldn't be permitted--yet he is.
With effort, he turns onto his side. The back of his knuckles trace lightly, reverently, from Yussa's shoulder down his folded arm. A thumb brushes over his cheek, and last against the faint lines at the outer corners of his eyes that Caleb so adores.
"Sacrifices I would gladly make again, as rightful compensation for a night like no other," he murmurs. "It would be an insult to pay any less for the pleasure of your..." Caleb's gaze slides very obviously down Yussa's body to his ass, lingering there for a long moment before snapping back up. As their eyes meet again, his smile curls suggestively wider. "...company."
Yussa loves that tenderness Caleb gives him now and the reverence in his touch. He loves that it contrasts so perfectly with the fact that not long ago this man was buried in his ass, fucking him with abandon and all the entitlement he's earned. And Caleb clearly remembers too, given the way his gaze wanders before flicking back up to his face. The bright look in his blue eyes, the suggestive smile, make Yussa huff a breathless laugh. He can feel his lover's come dripping from his well-used hole and that alone is enough to bring on another blush.
"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you've enjoyed our conversations about literature and the finer points of arcane study..." His own smirk is more subdued but the teasing light in his golden eyes isn't. "You are a much more satisfying conversationalist than others, not at all hesitant to reach deep."
Yussa knows, even if he'd just observed the last few hours, how much Caleb strives to be better. He's a wizard, after all. If he were satisfied with being mundane he would never have picked up arcane study, and so the hint that he's surpassed other clients will surely please him.
Oh, it pleases him, just as every other insinuation to that effect has pleased him tonight. Yussa has given him so many compliments, yet somehow none have felt excessive or dishonest, even this playful innuendo.
"That you have found the deftness of my tongue exceptionally impressive is very flattering." Caleb's eyes are bright, and the way he smiles is a step beyond coy. Flirtatious, even though flirting is hardly necessary at this stage--was never necessary, really, with a lover he's paid for. He is enjoying it nonetheless. He loves seeing Yussa's eyes light up this way, loves that he can make him laugh and blush at once by behaving a bit shamelessly. "I hope to be much more satisfying in all the ways you find most enjoyable."
Having recovered at least enough for this, Caleb pushes himself up on one arm, gaining enough height to see what he's doing as he slides his hand down the small of Yussa's back and over his ass. Two fingers stroke teasingly light over his hole, and he feels his cock--not quite soft, still--give an interested throb as he feels an undeniably possessive thrill at the sight of his come leaking steadily from his lover's thoroughly used opening.
But he doesn't linger there yet. He reaches further, where he can feel glass against his own skin, and finds where the plug rolled off to. This he brings back with more purpose, holding it steady and nudging the blunt tip against Yussa's ass, so ready to open up for him again with only a little pressure.
"I thought I might look for something bigger," he murmurs, "but this will do for now, if you are feeling empty still?"
"Exceptionally," he echoes with emphasis. Yussa remains still while Caleb moves, enjoying the stroke of his hand down his back. Of course, it doesn't remain chaste for long and his teeth catch his bottom lip as Caleb's fingers tease over his well-used hole.
Yussa looks over his shoulder when he feels the cool glass pressing against him and he can feel the give of his body, so ready to accept it. The heat in his face deepens and there's an answering throb low in his body. Gods, he wants to press his thighs together and squirm for a bit of relief. Yussa knows he's wet with renewed arousal, he's certain that some of Caleb's come has dripped down over his flushed, swollen folds. Even with that feeling, he wonders if he can keep up with Caleb. Perhaps he should've taken the powder too, but this is exciting.
"You have options, certainly." His voice is more breathy. Since Caleb arrived he's kept his accent heavier - it takes far less effort and it lends a bit of novelty. "But you do have that in hand..."
And Yussa would not mind at all if his lover saw fit to put it back in him, to ensure he stays open and full and ready--never mind the obscene thought of holding some of Caleb's come inside him.
"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.
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.
It's remarkable how quickly Yussa unravels again with only a little direct touch. His fingers slide wetly through his folds and Yussa grows breathless and stammering as he answers in eager confirmation, the flush in his face deepening. Gods, it's hot.
"I know," he murmurs. "You've been so patient, Herr Yussa." And he did say he would only have to wait a little longer. He can have a little of what he's been missing now.
The next time he strokes over his entrance, two fingers curl together into the wet heat of his cunt. They sink deeper, finally filling the space within Yussa's body he's left so maddeningly empty in a slow, steady press. Yussa doesn't feel stretched enough for much more than that. He can feel the solid pressure of the plug through the thin layer of his body--perhaps that is part of it, too.
"Gods," Caleb whispers, half choked himself with a wild rush of arousal. He rubs along soft walls, feeling the twitch and flutter of muscle eager to have something to bear down on. "You're tight, schatz."
Yussa covers his mouth but it does little to stifle the sharp, startled moan that escapes him as Caleb's fingers push into him. His cunt immediately squeezes around them, eagerly bearing down as Yussa pushes his hips back. His toes curl as soon as Caleb moves his fingers, stroking him again from the inside. Yussa swears he feels a rush of wetness, as if he could possibly be more aroused.
He can't get his legs farther apart - he's practically flat against the bed as it is, thighs splayed to leave him entirely exposed to his patron's gaze and touch. Yussa's hand drops back to the bed, gripping the blanket instead as his hips work in weak little thrusts, attempting to meet the slide of Caleb's fingers. Gods, he hadn't truly realized how badly he's wanted this until finally having something. Even with just two fingers he feels full, likely thanks to the heavy plug seated inside him.
At this point in the night there is nothing to be gained from embarrassment and yet he still feels it as his body reacts so sharply, so eagerly to the slightest touch. His addled mind is sure that he has never endured that kind of denial at Caleb's hands - his lover rarely neglects any part of him when they are together, keen to give Yussa every pleasure he can. But tonight is not about putting his own pleasure first, and that is the point, and it is having an effect on Yussa.
He bites his lip, attempting to gain some control over himself as he stills himself again, even if he aches to fuck himself on his patron's fingers. It's dizzying to think how wanton Caleb has made him simply by pursuing his own desires.
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.
Yussa can only whimper when Caleb gives that permission. He bows his head and shifts slightly, attempting to at least brace his forearms against the bed. His eyes are nearly closed as he starts to move again, grinding back whether Caleb is moving his fingers or not. The slide of them inside him, the way they rub and press against him, has tension building low in his belly. It certainly doesn't help matter that with his hips so low, practically flat to the bed, that he's grinding his clit against the blankets beneath him. The pressure isn't quite enough, but it still sends little jolts of pleasure through him.
He thinks the last time he felt this mindless, at least with anyone else in the room, must have been when he discovered the---intense properties of some of components he'd brought back from Issylra, the same ones he's now made into the aphrodisiac Caleb is enjoying. Yussa lowers himself again, managing to keep his weight braced but no longer interested in even the illusion of holding himself up other than to have something to push against as he tries to meet every thrust of Caleb's fingers. Through it all he can feel the snug pressure of the plug filling his ass, and now and then the angle is just right that Caleb's fingers rub past that pressure, too.
Yussa sinks into his body, into that awareness that doesn't extend outward so much as inward. He can still feel where Caleb spanked him earlier, it doesn't hurt but he's aware of it, the nerves there more tender. His cunt is a slick mess, his folds hot and sensitive enough that he it feels good when Caleb's hand, his knuckles, rub against them from the outside. If he can get his knees under him a bit he'd have more leverage to move his hips, but that would mean giving up the pressure of the mattress against his clit, varying though it is. So he's trapped where he is, unwilling to give up what he has but still wanting more.
Caleb buries his fingers in his lover's soaked cunt with gradually increasing ease as he coaxes tight walls to stretch, pressing deep against the eager squeeze of fluttering muscle with every shameless little rock of Yussa's hips. The sound is excitingly lewd, and Caleb feels the heavy heat of arousal burning in his gut again with increasing intensity.
Yussa seems lost to the sensation, helplessly insatiable now that his cunt is full--his cunt and his ass both, as Caleb could hardly forget when he can feel the solid weight of the plug against his fingers. He's a creature of lustful need, grinding against the bed and against his patron's hand with equal enthusiasm.
He'd given Yussa only two fingers before fucking him for the first time earlier, which made for a delicious stretch for them both. But now that he has the plug inside him as well, it will be a tight fit regardless. It seems a much better idea to prepare him more thoroughly--even if Yussa is easily as wet as he's ever seen him.
"Gods, schatz, you are dripping," Caleb observes appreciatively in a low husk, punctuated by a telling slick noise as he pulls his fingers out to add a third. "I am going to give you a little more, but I do not want you coming until my cock is in you. Can you promise that?" Any confirmation from Yussa will see him reentering his cunt with all three fingers angled to stroke deliberately along the thin inner wall separating them from the plug in his ass, just to make Yussa very aware of how far from empty he is now.
Yussa whines in the back of his throat as Caleb works a third finger into him while telling that he can't come. He nods weakly, then gasps out: "Yes."
With three of Caleb's fingers he feels so full, and he can barely think at all when he imagines having his patron's cock instead. The sound of Caleb's fingers moving in and out of him is wet and lewd and perfect. Louder still is his own ragged breathing, another moan escaping as his lover's fingers rub against the plug through his body. His hips jerk - it isn't oversensitivity but gods, it's a lot. Slick walls squeeze around Caleb's fingers and Yussa can feel the stretch as they coax his body to yield further still. There is no possible way he could feel empty now.
Still, he can't quite stop moving, weakly grinding against Caleb's fingers and the bed with every rock of his hips. He knows how he must look, flushed and panting and needy, his cunt slick and glistening with his own slick, Caleb's come, and whatever oil has spilled over him with Caleb's liberal application elsewhere.
This isn't the first time his lover has ruined him to the point of being inarticulate, but the entire mood of the night is different. The approach, the frame they've given themselves for this, make it new.
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?"
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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
That tender quiet only lasts so long. Soon, too soon, Caleb pulls out of him and rolls away. Yussa's breath hiccups as the other man moves, but he doesn't attempt to do the same. He stays as he is, only shifting to fold his arm beneath his head.
"You'll get no complaint from me," he answers with a wry smile, his own voice still breathy as he works on recovering. Seeing Caleb this light, this giddy, is a treat in its own right. That is the face of a man who is thoroughly enjoying himself and it warms something in Yussa to know that is his doing.
His smile softens when warm lips brush against his shoulder.
"I should hope so, for the rates I charge." It's half-teasing, half preening. Yussa knows his worth. He does not compromise in that. "I am glad I am worth what you've sacrificed to have me."
no subject
With effort, he turns onto his side. The back of his knuckles trace lightly, reverently, from Yussa's shoulder down his folded arm. A thumb brushes over his cheek, and last against the faint lines at the outer corners of his eyes that Caleb so adores.
"Sacrifices I would gladly make again, as rightful compensation for a night like no other," he murmurs. "It would be an insult to pay any less for the pleasure of your..." Caleb's gaze slides very obviously down Yussa's body to his ass, lingering there for a long moment before snapping back up. As their eyes meet again, his smile curls suggestively wider. "...company."
no subject
"Ah, yes. I'm so glad you've enjoyed our conversations about literature and the finer points of arcane study..." His own smirk is more subdued but the teasing light in his golden eyes isn't. "You are a much more satisfying conversationalist than others, not at all hesitant to reach deep."
Yussa knows, even if he'd just observed the last few hours, how much Caleb strives to be better. He's a wizard, after all. If he were satisfied with being mundane he would never have picked up arcane study, and so the hint that he's surpassed other clients will surely please him.
no subject
"That you have found the deftness of my tongue exceptionally impressive is very flattering." Caleb's eyes are bright, and the way he smiles is a step beyond coy. Flirtatious, even though flirting is hardly necessary at this stage--was never necessary, really, with a lover he's paid for. He is enjoying it nonetheless. He loves seeing Yussa's eyes light up this way, loves that he can make him laugh and blush at once by behaving a bit shamelessly. "I hope to be much more satisfying in all the ways you find most enjoyable."
Having recovered at least enough for this, Caleb pushes himself up on one arm, gaining enough height to see what he's doing as he slides his hand down the small of Yussa's back and over his ass. Two fingers stroke teasingly light over his hole, and he feels his cock--not quite soft, still--give an interested throb as he feels an undeniably possessive thrill at the sight of his come leaking steadily from his lover's thoroughly used opening.
But he doesn't linger there yet. He reaches further, where he can feel glass against his own skin, and finds where the plug rolled off to. This he brings back with more purpose, holding it steady and nudging the blunt tip against Yussa's ass, so ready to open up for him again with only a little pressure.
"I thought I might look for something bigger," he murmurs, "but this will do for now, if you are feeling empty still?"
no subject
Yussa looks over his shoulder when he feels the cool glass pressing against him and he can feel the give of his body, so ready to accept it. The heat in his face deepens and there's an answering throb low in his body. Gods, he wants to press his thighs together and squirm for a bit of relief. Yussa knows he's wet with renewed arousal, he's certain that some of Caleb's come has dripped down over his flushed, swollen folds. Even with that feeling, he wonders if he can keep up with Caleb. Perhaps he should've taken the powder too, but this is exciting.
"You have options, certainly." His voice is more breathy. Since Caleb arrived he's kept his accent heavier - it takes far less effort and it lends a bit of novelty. "But you do have that in hand..."
And Yussa would not mind at all if his lover saw fit to put it back in him, to ensure he stays open and full and ready--never mind the obscene thought of holding some of Caleb's come inside him.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
"I know," he murmurs. "You've been so patient, Herr Yussa." And he did say he would only have to wait a little longer. He can have a little of what he's been missing now.
The next time he strokes over his entrance, two fingers curl together into the wet heat of his cunt. They sink deeper, finally filling the space within Yussa's body he's left so maddeningly empty in a slow, steady press. Yussa doesn't feel stretched enough for much more than that. He can feel the solid pressure of the plug through the thin layer of his body--perhaps that is part of it, too.
"Gods," Caleb whispers, half choked himself with a wild rush of arousal. He rubs along soft walls, feeling the twitch and flutter of muscle eager to have something to bear down on. "You're tight, schatz."
no subject
He can't get his legs farther apart - he's practically flat against the bed as it is, thighs splayed to leave him entirely exposed to his patron's gaze and touch. Yussa's hand drops back to the bed, gripping the blanket instead as his hips work in weak little thrusts, attempting to meet the slide of Caleb's fingers. Gods, he hadn't truly realized how badly he's wanted this until finally having something. Even with just two fingers he feels full, likely thanks to the heavy plug seated inside him.
At this point in the night there is nothing to be gained from embarrassment and yet he still feels it as his body reacts so sharply, so eagerly to the slightest touch. His addled mind is sure that he has never endured that kind of denial at Caleb's hands - his lover rarely neglects any part of him when they are together, keen to give Yussa every pleasure he can. But tonight is not about putting his own pleasure first, and that is the point, and it is having an effect on Yussa.
He bites his lip, attempting to gain some control over himself as he stills himself again, even if he aches to fuck himself on his patron's fingers. It's dizzying to think how wanton Caleb has made him simply by pursuing his own desires.
no subject
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.
no subject
He thinks the last time he felt this mindless, at least with anyone else in the room, must have been when he discovered the---intense properties of some of components he'd brought back from Issylra, the same ones he's now made into the aphrodisiac Caleb is enjoying. Yussa lowers himself again, managing to keep his weight braced but no longer interested in even the illusion of holding himself up other than to have something to push against as he tries to meet every thrust of Caleb's fingers. Through it all he can feel the snug pressure of the plug filling his ass, and now and then the angle is just right that Caleb's fingers rub past that pressure, too.
Yussa sinks into his body, into that awareness that doesn't extend outward so much as inward. He can still feel where Caleb spanked him earlier, it doesn't hurt but he's aware of it, the nerves there more tender. His cunt is a slick mess, his folds hot and sensitive enough that he it feels good when Caleb's hand, his knuckles, rub against them from the outside. If he can get his knees under him a bit he'd have more leverage to move his hips, but that would mean giving up the pressure of the mattress against his clit, varying though it is. So he's trapped where he is, unwilling to give up what he has but still wanting more.
no subject
Yussa seems lost to the sensation, helplessly insatiable now that his cunt is full--his cunt and his ass both, as Caleb could hardly forget when he can feel the solid weight of the plug against his fingers. He's a creature of lustful need, grinding against the bed and against his patron's hand with equal enthusiasm.
He'd given Yussa only two fingers before fucking him for the first time earlier, which made for a delicious stretch for them both. But now that he has the plug inside him as well, it will be a tight fit regardless. It seems a much better idea to prepare him more thoroughly--even if Yussa is easily as wet as he's ever seen him.
"Gods, schatz, you are dripping," Caleb observes appreciatively in a low husk, punctuated by a telling slick noise as he pulls his fingers out to add a third. "I am going to give you a little more, but I do not want you coming until my cock is in you. Can you promise that?" Any confirmation from Yussa will see him reentering his cunt with all three fingers angled to stroke deliberately along the thin inner wall separating them from the plug in his ass, just to make Yussa very aware of how far from empty he is now.
no subject
With three of Caleb's fingers he feels so full, and he can barely think at all when he imagines having his patron's cock instead. The sound of Caleb's fingers moving in and out of him is wet and lewd and perfect. Louder still is his own ragged breathing, another moan escaping as his lover's fingers rub against the plug through his body. His hips jerk - it isn't oversensitivity but gods, it's a lot. Slick walls squeeze around Caleb's fingers and Yussa can feel the stretch as they coax his body to yield further still. There is no possible way he could feel empty now.
Still, he can't quite stop moving, weakly grinding against Caleb's fingers and the bed with every rock of his hips. He knows how he must look, flushed and panting and needy, his cunt slick and glistening with his own slick, Caleb's come, and whatever oil has spilled over him with Caleb's liberal application elsewhere.
This isn't the first time his lover has ruined him to the point of being inarticulate, but the entire mood of the night is different. The approach, the frame they've given themselves for this, make it new.
no subject
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?"
no subject
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.