Fae grimaces, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek with the effort he puts not to thrust his hips up. Just the heat coming off of the Keelan, the promise of how tight and warm it must be to shove his way inside him is enough to make his heart pound in his head. "You should give me what I want regardless," Fae rasps, his hands falling to Keelan's thighs so he can have something to ground him.

He drags his legs up, toes pushing into the carpet as he knees bump Keelan's back. His mouth falls open with a low gasp, struggling with this delicious weight on his lap - he forces himself to breathe, to let his lips curl into a smirk. "But sure, ponytail, if you need it that badly."

His words are cocky, but quietly, he's glad Keelan has offered to do the work. He's glad to be used. He's glad to be wanted. He's glad to feel his thighs shaking and his body pulsing with need, and this beautiful stranger so happily willing to relieve him of all of it.

He's glad.

Fae's head drops back to the floor with a soft laugh, his fingers digging into Keelan's thighs. "There's nothin' wrong with being selfish."