If Keelan had much more sense about him, he might have clamped his muscles to keep Fae from his orgasm. Not to deny him, but to delay. Instead, he let himself be distracted by the unforgiving rhythm of those hips and the salty taste of the fingers he unabashedly sucked at. He could almost say that he was starting to drown in the pleasure, giving himself to the sheer force of it all, until everything came to a grinding halt. In its place was hot sticky cum, and that alone almost made him crumble.

He groaned softly around Fae's fingers, unable to voice 'don't be'. He practically followed them as everything that filled him left him, feeling woefully empty by their new absence.

But it's the decompression of his body that he takes the most pleasure in, sighing in relief when he's not bent in half any longer. If he wasn't still hard, horny, and being jerked off, he might have started breathing somewhat normally now that he could. Instead, his muscles tighten and toes curl, breath coming in soft pants.

Keelan was quickly becoming more of a mess. He could feel it in his muscles and the building tension in his gut. The devilish tongue licking along his sensitive hole, the muscle twitching in response, only seemed to make him tighten more. He shivered, a soft moan Fae's reward as his hands found either side of the other man, fingers digging in to grip on for dear life. It wasn't long before his own release came, hot and fast across his own face and neck, thanks to the angle of his body.

After a long moment, golden eyes slid open to look up, his lips parting enough to lick the cum away before speaking. "You really are a savage." A soft chuckle followed, lips curved to look more pleased about this than turned off by it.