Fae should be bothered by the soft nips at his throat, but he's too distracted by the jerk of Keelan's hands, by the sultry way he drags his name only to shatter that seductive air by calling him a sexy elf. Fae can't hide the laugh that snorts out of him, but he tries, turning his grin into Keelan's shoulder again with a playful, "Shut up."
He quivers when Keelan's fingers tease over his hole, and he's tempted by his promise, by what he knows this mouth and these fingers are capable of - but his words make him frown. Slowly, his fingers slide from the knob of Keelan's shoulder to curl lightly behind his neck, threading between wet strands of hair at his nape. "You're not a whore anymore," he tells him, quiet but firm.
He doesn't want Keelan to think that's all he's good for. Not even as a joke. Not even for a moment.
Fae pulls back, just slightly, just enough so he can meet Keelan's eyes with a serious look. But then, abruptly, his mouth cracks into a white grin. "Not a private one, anyway," he playfully swipes the sponge down over Keelan's face, leaving him sputtering through a thin layer of foam and small bubbles as Fae pushes up from his lap.
Oils and soap vials are tipped over or shoved aside by Fae's behind when he makes a seat for himself on the sill by the tub. "I should patch this up before other things." He drags over the wrappings that were brought for his hand, as well as the cleansers and a clean cloth, chuckling quietly, "Very important - it's my dick-jerking hand."
dumb...Fae's so dumb...
He quivers when Keelan's fingers tease over his hole, and he's tempted by his promise, by what he knows this mouth and these fingers are capable of - but his words make him frown. Slowly, his fingers slide from the knob of Keelan's shoulder to curl lightly behind his neck, threading between wet strands of hair at his nape. "You're not a whore anymore," he tells him, quiet but firm.
He doesn't want Keelan to think that's all he's good for. Not even as a joke. Not even for a moment.
Fae pulls back, just slightly, just enough so he can meet Keelan's eyes with a serious look. But then, abruptly, his mouth cracks into a white grin. "Not a private one, anyway," he playfully swipes the sponge down over Keelan's face, leaving him sputtering through a thin layer of foam and small bubbles as Fae pushes up from his lap.
Oils and soap vials are tipped over or shoved aside by Fae's behind when he makes a seat for himself on the sill by the tub. "I should patch this up before other things." He drags over the wrappings that were brought for his hand, as well as the cleansers and a clean cloth, chuckling quietly, "Very important - it's my dick-jerking hand."