When Keelan comes, the sight of it is enough to reawaken some faint pulses of arousal within Fae. He's rarely the sentimental type, but the look of sheer pleasure and fulfillment on Keelan's face makes his chest swell. How long has it been, really? Since he's gotten to do this in a completely enjoyable, completely consensual manner? He's spent so long fighting for his pleasure, deconstructing sex to nothing but the feeling of a nameless cock inside him, that he'd nearly forgotten what it is like to simply want someone, and have them want you back.

Then Keelan calls him a savage again, and Fae blinks before chuckling along with him. "And you're caught in its teeth," he jokes, playfully biting at the meat of Keelan's thigh beside his head.

If they had the time, he'd start pushing for another round, a chance to feel Keelan inside him, too. It seems like Keelan is as cocky as Fae is, and Fae would never admit it out loud, but he likes the ones who can match him the most - who can get him to shut up.

Right now though, Fae's humor slips rather quickly. He hasn't forgotten their exchange, and his grip loosens some, allowing Keelan to slide down until only his hips are resting against Fae's, and Fae is crawling over him. "I'm serious, y'know." He knows Keelan agreed, but no one's exactly thinking straight with a dick up their ass. His eyes hold Keelan's, a pink bang slipping past his cheek as he leans forward. "About running."