"Who cares," Fae breathes, he's not daunted by things like that. He'll go as far as he has to go and do whatever he has to do. It backfires on him sometimes, he's not exactly the most careful planner, but the fact that he can adapt and think on his feet makes up for that more often than not.
He was just talking really, of course he'll escape - he always does - but taking Keelan with him...he supposes he didn't think Keelan would want to go. He's so often seen types like him that are broken beyond hope, that can no longer conceive the idea of freedom. But Keelan agreed so readily that Fae feels his heart stumble, and in the haze of his mind there's a brief thought that maybe he was meant to come here - maybe he was exactly what Keelan needed right now.
He swallows, an uncomfortable flutter in his stomach, he's not used to such thoughts, to considering another in conjunction with himself. But if Keelan wants to take his will back, Fae will do everything he can to endorse that. It's what he wants, too. It's what everyone should want.
"Don't think so hard about it." His hips are still rolling languidly, distracted by their talking, though now Fae buries his face against the hollow of Keelan's throat, his words gaining an edge as his thrusts start building back up to a quick rhythm. "Don't let 'im trick you into thinking he's anything scarier than a regular asshole with a lot of money." He bites down on a cord of muscle that's been exposed with the tilt of Keelan's head. Fae's hands drag down the length of Keelan's arms, raking nails down sweat-slick skin until their pressing beneath his thighs, and his mouth pops off with a hot sigh - leaving a bright red mark in its wake. "He bleeds, same as you and me."
He shifts up so he's on his knees again, takes a moment to be impressed with Keelan's flexibility as he pushes his thighs up so the man is nearly folded in half, then drapes himself over him. There's barely time to adjust to the position before Fae is pounding into him, pink bangs falling forward over his eyes, swaying with each thrust. He can see Keelan's cock, dripping pre-cum onto his chest, and the sight of it makes his own cock pulse in a way that nearly has him cumming. "Shit," he rasps, panting between sharp slaps of skin as his hand suddenly falls to Keelan's panting mouth, hooking his thumb in to force it wider, regretting that he didn't fuck it before they'd gotten to this point.
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"Who cares," Fae breathes, he's not daunted by things like that. He'll go as far as he has to go and do whatever he has to do. It backfires on him sometimes, he's not exactly the most careful planner, but the fact that he can adapt and think on his feet makes up for that more often than not.
He was just talking really, of course he'll escape - he always does - but taking Keelan with him...he supposes he didn't think Keelan would want to go. He's so often seen types like him that are broken beyond hope, that can no longer conceive the idea of freedom. But Keelan agreed so readily that Fae feels his heart stumble, and in the haze of his mind there's a brief thought that maybe he was meant to come here - maybe he was exactly what Keelan needed right now.
He swallows, an uncomfortable flutter in his stomach, he's not used to such thoughts, to considering another in conjunction with himself. But if Keelan wants to take his will back, Fae will do everything he can to endorse that. It's what he wants, too. It's what everyone should want.
"Don't think so hard about it." His hips are still rolling languidly, distracted by their talking, though now Fae buries his face against the hollow of Keelan's throat, his words gaining an edge as his thrusts start building back up to a quick rhythm. "Don't let 'im trick you into thinking he's anything scarier than a regular asshole with a lot of money." He bites down on a cord of muscle that's been exposed with the tilt of Keelan's head. Fae's hands drag down the length of Keelan's arms, raking nails down sweat-slick skin until their pressing beneath his thighs, and his mouth pops off with a hot sigh - leaving a bright red mark in its wake. "He bleeds, same as you and me."
He shifts up so he's on his knees again, takes a moment to be impressed with Keelan's flexibility as he pushes his thighs up so the man is nearly folded in half, then drapes himself over him. There's barely time to adjust to the position before Fae is pounding into him, pink bangs falling forward over his eyes, swaying with each thrust. He can see Keelan's cock, dripping pre-cum onto his chest, and the sight of it makes his own cock pulse in a way that nearly has him cumming. "Shit," he rasps, panting between sharp slaps of skin as his hand suddenly falls to Keelan's panting mouth, hooking his thumb in to force it wider, regretting that he didn't fuck it before they'd gotten to this point.