It's been too long, and Fae can hardly stop the stuttering breath that stumbles out of him. He has his preferences, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate how good it feels to be inside someone, to have them squeezing around you - hot and soft and tight. His nails cut into Keelan's thighs as his hips jerk upwards, rolling his cock against the tender walls of his insides before pulling down only to thrust in once more.
He really can't take this sort of thing easily, his mouth is watering to have flesh between his teeth and his fingers are bunching into Keelan's skin in short, brutal spasms. It's been less than two minutes and Fae's already falling into default, he's already sweating with the effort not to grab at Keelan's hips and ram his hips up inside of him before the man has even given him the go-ahead.
When Fae suddenly sits up, his eyes are like wildfire, golden and burning with an untempered lust as his arm swings around Keelan's lower back and his hips snap up into him. He bites at Keelan's lips, pants against his mouth as he yanks him closer, trapping his cock between them as he smirks. "You've really lost it here, haven't you, Kee-lan?"
The way Keelan's name rolls of his tongue makes it sound like something sinful, not allowed to be in his mouth. He pushes forward, lets Keelan's back hit the carpet as he bends him at his lower half, putting stress on his back each time his hips thrust forward. The sounds that fill the room are nothing short of obscene, slick thrusts parted by harsh grunts and breathing, which Fae barely leaves room for each time he rears back before stabbing his way back in over and over again.
His knees are burning against the rub of the carpet but he couldn't care less, too busy watching the reactions dance across Keelan's expression. Fae's grin nearly glows white in the darkness as he cages Keelan's head between the angle of his elbows pressed to the floor, his hips still slapping wetly against him. "What if Master came in here and saw you like this, the new slave you're supposed to be whipping into submission, balls-deep inside of you..." He chuckles, a breathless thing, lowers himself further so his lips rub against Keelan's when he mutters, "Fuck 'im." His hands find Keelan's wrists, pinning them to the floor above his head. He presses his hips forward, holding them there against Keelan, so he can feel the fullness of what he's giving him. "Maybe I wanna piss him off even more," Fae challenges, grinning as his hips grind against Keelan's ass, refusing to pull out. "By takin' his favorite toy with me, when I get out of this shithole."
keelan wanted it so he got it
It's been too long, and Fae can hardly stop the stuttering breath that stumbles out of him. He has his preferences, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate how good it feels to be inside someone, to have them squeezing around you - hot and soft and tight. His nails cut into Keelan's thighs as his hips jerk upwards, rolling his cock against the tender walls of his insides before pulling down only to thrust in once more.
He really can't take this sort of thing easily, his mouth is watering to have flesh between his teeth and his fingers are bunching into Keelan's skin in short, brutal spasms. It's been less than two minutes and Fae's already falling into default, he's already sweating with the effort not to grab at Keelan's hips and ram his hips up inside of him before the man has even given him the go-ahead.
When Fae suddenly sits up, his eyes are like wildfire, golden and burning with an untempered lust as his arm swings around Keelan's lower back and his hips snap up into him. He bites at Keelan's lips, pants against his mouth as he yanks him closer, trapping his cock between them as he smirks. "You've really lost it here, haven't you, Kee-lan?"
The way Keelan's name rolls of his tongue makes it sound like something sinful, not allowed to be in his mouth. He pushes forward, lets Keelan's back hit the carpet as he bends him at his lower half, putting stress on his back each time his hips thrust forward. The sounds that fill the room are nothing short of obscene, slick thrusts parted by harsh grunts and breathing, which Fae barely leaves room for each time he rears back before stabbing his way back in over and over again.
His knees are burning against the rub of the carpet but he couldn't care less, too busy watching the reactions dance across Keelan's expression. Fae's grin nearly glows white in the darkness as he cages Keelan's head between the angle of his elbows pressed to the floor, his hips still slapping wetly against him. "What if Master came in here and saw you like this, the new slave you're supposed to be whipping into submission, balls-deep inside of you..." He chuckles, a breathless thing, lowers himself further so his lips rub against Keelan's when he mutters, "Fuck 'im." His hands find Keelan's wrists, pinning them to the floor above his head. He presses his hips forward, holding them there against Keelan, so he can feel the fullness of what he's giving him. "Maybe I wanna piss him off even more," Fae challenges, grinning as his hips grind against Keelan's ass, refusing to pull out. "By takin' his favorite toy with me, when I get out of this shithole."