Fae groans around the shaft lodged in his throat, his hands sliding around to grip Keelan from behind, digging his fingertips into the pliant flesh to pull him closer against the ring of his lips. He can feel the sole of Keelan's foot, as warm and soft as his palms, drag up the length of him before lowering back down to toe at his balls.

A deep exhale bleeds past his nostrils as he pulls back, a few strings of saliva glistening beneath the moonlight before a swipe of his tongue breaks them apart. "I don't know if all the time in the world would be enough for that, let alone a night." He chuckles, he's doing this because he wants Keelan inside him, but he doesn't dismiss the idea. He grabs Keelan's erection and twist his wrist inward, rolling his hand up and down in firm, steady strokes. "Are you that hungry for a cock?" Fae's hand keeps moving as his mouth presses against that little patch of skin he'd bitten. He smirks, eyes flicking up to catch Keelan's - teasing. "Or is it just my cock?"