A part of him was afraid of what would be done if both of them were caught escaping. What their master would do as punishment for the betrayal. Another part of him knew that after three years of nightly visits with strangers, any debts he'd had or taken on would never be repaid if they hadn't been already. Keelan could only hope that the person he was protecting had the legs to stand on his own by now. If he didn't, he'd done all that he could with a clean enough conscious.

He swallowed past the vibrant pain that exploded on his neck, eyes shut tightly and lips pressed firm so no sound would escape. Despite his efforts, it didn't stop the sharp intake of breath and the twist of his wrists in the other man's grasp.

"I'm not afraid," He rasped out, finally finding his voice after a long moment. His back arches slightly despite the way his body was contorted, uncomfortable but so damn good where everything was. "He can go to hell."

And he meant that with every fiber of his being. Keelan never had any love for his master, never quite showing the bastard that he owned him even when he was submitting to the man. Just acknowledging that in the midst of being fucked, going against his orders, was enough to send him closer to the edge. Nevermind the unforgiving hips pounding into him, driving him closer still.

Keelan turned his head, lips wrapping around Fae's fingers. He moaned lewdly, sucking on those digits, his tongue easily working as if it were Fae's cock in his mouth instead.