For a moment he was disappointed with not getting a name. Keelan didn't want any power that came with knowing that name, he just wanted to know it for his own peace of mind. Maybe to remember in the future when he's wondering how the other man is doing while Keelan himself is locked in his gilded prison. Maybe so there was a name on his own tongue when he came.
But that moment of disappointment had been brief, his mouth willingly opening to accept the other man's kiss. His own tongue pressed against the one in his mouth, moaning low and pulling him all the closer. But it was over all too quick, leaving him to pant softly with the absence of lips on his own. As if the breath had been sucked from his lungs and he was aching to catch it again. Which was very difficult with the pleasurable jolt from teeth on his newly exposed skin, making him shiver.
Keelan's fingers thread through the longer parts of the other man's hair as he descends. It's not soft hair like his own but it's not coarse either, and he finds himself liking the texture as much as its owners actions. His lips purse together, brows furrowing, and head falling back against the pain so close to his cock that he's afraid to roll his hips into it. There was something about that action that seemed so primal, so feral, that made it all the more intense. Keelan didn't know if that was pleasurable pain, or pain he didn't mind.
"Faerin." He murmured softly, mind muddled for long enough that he didn't immediately realize that he was repeating the man's name. Not that his head was much clearer with the man's mouth on his cock, nor his hips so easily kept from thrusting into that heat. Was this Faerin's impatience or just something he wanted to do? Either way, Keelan wasn't complaining.
"I should show you how to take someone without hurting them." Keelan said, his voice deeper now than it had been before. "So you can fuck me too before the night's over."
Not one to let himself be overwhelmed too long, though it was still difficult to concentrate with that exquisite mouth on him, he raised his leg slightly and slid his toes against Faerin's hard length. Between two toes, he began stroking the man's shaft as best he could with the somewhat questionable dexterity of his feet.
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But that moment of disappointment had been brief, his mouth willingly opening to accept the other man's kiss. His own tongue pressed against the one in his mouth, moaning low and pulling him all the closer. But it was over all too quick, leaving him to pant softly with the absence of lips on his own. As if the breath had been sucked from his lungs and he was aching to catch it again. Which was very difficult with the pleasurable jolt from teeth on his newly exposed skin, making him shiver.
Keelan's fingers thread through the longer parts of the other man's hair as he descends. It's not soft hair like his own but it's not coarse either, and he finds himself liking the texture as much as its owners actions. His lips purse together, brows furrowing, and head falling back against the pain so close to his cock that he's afraid to roll his hips into it. There was something about that action that seemed so primal, so feral, that made it all the more intense. Keelan didn't know if that was pleasurable pain, or pain he didn't mind.
"Faerin." He murmured softly, mind muddled for long enough that he didn't immediately realize that he was repeating the man's name. Not that his head was much clearer with the man's mouth on his cock, nor his hips so easily kept from thrusting into that heat. Was this Faerin's impatience or just something he wanted to do? Either way, Keelan wasn't complaining.
"I should show you how to take someone without hurting them." Keelan said, his voice deeper now than it had been before. "So you can fuck me too before the night's over."
Not one to let himself be overwhelmed too long, though it was still difficult to concentrate with that exquisite mouth on him, he raised his leg slightly and slid his toes against Faerin's hard length. Between two toes, he began stroking the man's shaft as best he could with the somewhat questionable dexterity of his feet.