Fae's tempted to keep it, if only because it'd be fun to see what Keelan's willing to do to get it. But maybe it's a fair trade-off for releasing him. After all, Keelan's risking quite a bit here. He has a job he's been tasked with, that he seemed to be taking very seriously, until he let Fae unravel him with his mouth and hands.
Fae admits this whole interaction has taken a very different turn than he'd expected, he was looking forward to testing limits and forcing Keelan to have to rip whatever he wanted away from him. But he's not unhappy with how things have turned, not at all, and if he thinks about it - it's Keelan who's allowed this, it's Keelan who's really taking a risk for them here, and Fae's stomach suddenly flutters at that thought. Whether it's appreciation or apprehension, he's not sure.
But certainly the least Keelan deserves is a name.
Before giving it though, Fae takes a moment to close the small distance between them. There's s sharp inhale as his mouth slants over Keelan's, his hands squeezing down firm muscle as he jerks the other slave against him. It isn't a breathy, teasing thing like before, this kiss is hungry, Fae's tongue shoves past the part in Keelan's lips to drag over the roof of his mouth, bringing the taste of it back with him into his own.
When he pulls away, breathing shallow, he starts working his way down this skin that wants his mouth. He yanks at the ties of Keelan's robe until it falls apart like an invitation. It's clear he's kept in good condition, firm but incredibly soft, his skin might as well be velvet compared to Fae's. Something primal in him aches to ruin that, and so he drags his teeth over a pert nipple, down Keelan's slim torso, muscles twitching beneath the rake of his teeth.
Fae's knees hit the floor, and he bites at the skin just beside the base of Keelan's erection. He takes that bit of flesh and rolls it between his teeth, tugs and squeezes and sucks, surely leaving a mark, before releasing it with a soft exhale and licking the pain all better.
His palms encircle Keelan's waist, his intentions clear as his eyes flick up to Keelan with a brief smirk. "Faerin," he says simply, and then he's tipping his head in and parting his lips - swallows Keelan into the wet heat of his mouth with one swift thrust of his head.
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His name. Did it matter that much?
Fae's tempted to keep it, if only because it'd be fun to see what Keelan's willing to do to get it. But maybe it's a fair trade-off for releasing him. After all, Keelan's risking quite a bit here. He has a job he's been tasked with, that he seemed to be taking very seriously, until he let Fae unravel him with his mouth and hands.
Fae admits this whole interaction has taken a very different turn than he'd expected, he was looking forward to testing limits and forcing Keelan to have to rip whatever he wanted away from him. But he's not unhappy with how things have turned, not at all, and if he thinks about it - it's Keelan who's allowed this, it's Keelan who's really taking a risk for them here, and Fae's stomach suddenly flutters at that thought. Whether it's appreciation or apprehension, he's not sure.
But certainly the least Keelan deserves is a name.
Before giving it though, Fae takes a moment to close the small distance between them. There's s sharp inhale as his mouth slants over Keelan's, his hands squeezing down firm muscle as he jerks the other slave against him. It isn't a breathy, teasing thing like before, this kiss is hungry, Fae's tongue shoves past the part in Keelan's lips to drag over the roof of his mouth, bringing the taste of it back with him into his own.
When he pulls away, breathing shallow, he starts working his way down this skin that wants his mouth. He yanks at the ties of Keelan's robe until it falls apart like an invitation. It's clear he's kept in good condition, firm but incredibly soft, his skin might as well be velvet compared to Fae's. Something primal in him aches to ruin that, and so he drags his teeth over a pert nipple, down Keelan's slim torso, muscles twitching beneath the rake of his teeth.
Fae's knees hit the floor, and he bites at the skin just beside the base of Keelan's erection. He takes that bit of flesh and rolls it between his teeth, tugs and squeezes and sucks, surely leaving a mark, before releasing it with a soft exhale and licking the pain all better.
His palms encircle Keelan's waist, his intentions clear as his eyes flick up to Keelan with a brief smirk. "Faerin," he says simply, and then he's tipping his head in and parting his lips - swallows Keelan into the wet heat of his mouth with one swift thrust of his head.