In Keelan's defense, bottoming was more familiar territory. He just didn't particularly fight against it nor try too hard to, given his job for the last years had been to seduce clientele and let them use him how they saw fit. It was in his blood now and came as second nature. Not something easily washed away in just a few short hours.
"Don't pat yourself on the back too hard," He shook his head, grabbing the cloth again and set about dabbing at the blood on Fae's face. "I wouldn't want you to dislocate your shoulder from it."
Sarcasm, pure and unfiltered. It felt so nice not to have to keep it, or the roll of his eyes, inside anymore. He wondered how much more would be a new, refreshing experience tonight. How much more in the coming future. That alone tugged the corners of his lips up. To think that one man won him over so thoroughly that not only had he changed his initial plan of brutality to compassion, but that man also gave him hope and freedom. Keelan wondered if Fae realized the kind of power he had over others, or if he was the only one affected this much.
"If we paid someone here, would they get us clothes from a merchant?" He asked, sidetracking himself with something that seemed necessary for their running further away from Zeke and his wrath. "We can't continue wearing these on the run. You only have pants, and a silk robe would draw too much attention."
Though Fae wasn't going to have those pants for long, given Keelan's shift off his lap and the gentle slip of fingers beneath the waistband. He began to tug and was thankful when the other man raised his hips to help, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. But instead of making any sexual advances, though his eyes did unabashedly catch an eye full of his dick, he set about cleaning his feet. Blood and piss was not attractive, he would have to agree with that, and bathing was the remedy.
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"Don't pat yourself on the back too hard," He shook his head, grabbing the cloth again and set about dabbing at the blood on Fae's face. "I wouldn't want you to dislocate your shoulder from it."
Sarcasm, pure and unfiltered. It felt so nice not to have to keep it, or the roll of his eyes, inside anymore. He wondered how much more would be a new, refreshing experience tonight. How much more in the coming future. That alone tugged the corners of his lips up. To think that one man won him over so thoroughly that not only had he changed his initial plan of brutality to compassion, but that man also gave him hope and freedom. Keelan wondered if Fae realized the kind of power he had over others, or if he was the only one affected this much.
"If we paid someone here, would they get us clothes from a merchant?" He asked, sidetracking himself with something that seemed necessary for their running further away from Zeke and his wrath. "We can't continue wearing these on the run. You only have pants, and a silk robe would draw too much attention."
Though Fae wasn't going to have those pants for long, given Keelan's shift off his lap and the gentle slip of fingers beneath the waistband. He began to tug and was thankful when the other man raised his hips to help, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. But instead of making any sexual advances, though his eyes did unabashedly catch an eye full of his dick, he set about cleaning his feet. Blood and piss was not attractive, he would have to agree with that, and bathing was the remedy.