It would be hard to miss Fae stiffening, but the gesture of lowering his hand is as blatant as a candle's light piercing the night. Keelan didn't know what bothered the other man about that, but he took the hint enough. After sex had been forced on him for so long, he understood the necessity for boundaries and not breaching them.
"I still owe you." Keelan winked, his hand pulling back to lightly swat at Fae's ass. "And I have a feeling I'll owe you a lot more in the future."
Not just sex, he was sure of that.
Thinking of freedom and being free were different, he knew. The struggle would only just begin when they crossed the threshold of his room, into the hallway. He knew they would never stop running, but part of him wanted to never settle again. To never have to get used to being used for someone's whims again, let alone be locked in a gilded cage. But that part of him also knew that if he were caught the likelihood his punishment was castration was high. That said nothing of what his master would do to Fae, the instigator. They were both taking a huge risk here, both putting themselves in danger. There were things he would have to do to keep them both safe, so his humanity was at just as much of a risk.
But where Fae thought there was weakness in numbers, Keelan thought there was strength. One pair of eyes could only look in one direction at a time, while two could watch each others back and make sure no one got the drop on them. Or, at least, had a harder time doing so.
Keelan peeled the robe from his face and stood when Fae moved, the spark of life inside of him igniting even more. He wrapped the robe around himself and moved to the basin, cleaning his own mess off himself quickly, then tying the robe together. It was one of the few garments he owned, any other clothes kept with his master in the event he played escort.
"I hate to tell you this, but you haven't seen me fight yet. I'm probably still hopeless." Because he'd been trained to take a hit, not dodge one. It would take work and time to rewrite that.
Once he was done, he set about rummaging through the room, collecting the oils and anything of worth that was small and placed it in the middle of the bed. When it looked sufficient, Keelan pulled up the silk bed covering - a flimsy sheet - and bundled it into as small a package as he could. "Did you have a plan for escape?"
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"I still owe you." Keelan winked, his hand pulling back to lightly swat at Fae's ass. "And I have a feeling I'll owe you a lot more in the future."
Not just sex, he was sure of that.
Thinking of freedom and being free were different, he knew. The struggle would only just begin when they crossed the threshold of his room, into the hallway. He knew they would never stop running, but part of him wanted to never settle again. To never have to get used to being used for someone's whims again, let alone be locked in a gilded cage. But that part of him also knew that if he were caught the likelihood his punishment was castration was high. That said nothing of what his master would do to Fae, the instigator. They were both taking a huge risk here, both putting themselves in danger. There were things he would have to do to keep them both safe, so his humanity was at just as much of a risk.
But where Fae thought there was weakness in numbers, Keelan thought there was strength. One pair of eyes could only look in one direction at a time, while two could watch each others back and make sure no one got the drop on them. Or, at least, had a harder time doing so.
Keelan peeled the robe from his face and stood when Fae moved, the spark of life inside of him igniting even more. He wrapped the robe around himself and moved to the basin, cleaning his own mess off himself quickly, then tying the robe together. It was one of the few garments he owned, any other clothes kept with his master in the event he played escort.
"I hate to tell you this, but you haven't seen me fight yet. I'm probably still hopeless." Because he'd been trained to take a hit, not dodge one. It would take work and time to rewrite that.
Once he was done, he set about rummaging through the room, collecting the oils and anything of worth that was small and placed it in the middle of the bed. When it looked sufficient, Keelan pulled up the silk bed covering - a flimsy sheet - and bundled it into as small a package as he could. "Did you have a plan for escape?"