When Keelan voices what his intentions had been, the pulse of arousal that warms him almost makes Fae feel regret for his actions. His mouth parts a little, probably to tell him no hey yeah, come back and suck my dick, but then Keelan's calling him a tease through this little huff and Fae snorts into his shoulder.
"Yeah?" He's grinning, not affected by Keelan's threat in the least. "I'm shakin'. Terrifed." With a soft chuckle, Fae finishes wrapping his arm and flexes his fingers a few times to test the pressure. He still winces a bit, but it's not as bad now. "Maybe I'll take you more seriously when I can't slam you on the floor in less than five seconds."
Again he's laughing, but after a moment, it softens as a rare, thoughtful look consumes his features.
Fae isn't a sad person. The hardest thing he works for is his own happiness, and so more often than not he can be caught in a good mood, harsh but playful. He's confident and sure of himself and he loves nothing more than good time, indulging in his own pleasures. Even so, he still has his demons, nightmares that snap him from sleep and compel him to keep everything at arm's length.
He always shoulders all of those things on his own - his joy and his anger and his sorrow. He's not used to prolonged company, or having someone genuinely laugh at his behavior or ache to touch him simply because...he's there. He always has to pin things, people, actions, with a clear purpose.
So this, laughing and flirting stupidly in the luxurious bathroom of a whorehouse, it's new to him. It's odd. But he can't say he's not enjoying it.
"Keelan." He calls to him, but he's not looking at him, as he's suddenly very focused on his feet still submerged in the water, and his voice comes out uncharacteristically soft and quiet. "I'm glad you untied me."
shut up fae. both of u behave. it'll pay off later.
"Yeah?" He's grinning, not affected by Keelan's threat in the least. "I'm shakin'. Terrifed." With a soft chuckle, Fae finishes wrapping his arm and flexes his fingers a few times to test the pressure. He still winces a bit, but it's not as bad now. "Maybe I'll take you more seriously when I can't slam you on the floor in less than five seconds."
Again he's laughing, but after a moment, it softens as a rare, thoughtful look consumes his features.
Fae isn't a sad person. The hardest thing he works for is his own happiness, and so more often than not he can be caught in a good mood, harsh but playful. He's confident and sure of himself and he loves nothing more than good time, indulging in his own pleasures. Even so, he still has his demons, nightmares that snap him from sleep and compel him to keep everything at arm's length.
He always shoulders all of those things on his own - his joy and his anger and his sorrow. He's not used to prolonged company, or having someone genuinely laugh at his behavior or ache to touch him simply because...he's there. He always has to pin things, people, actions, with a clear purpose.
So this, laughing and flirting stupidly in the luxurious bathroom of a whorehouse, it's new to him. It's odd. But he can't say he's not enjoying it.
"Keelan." He calls to him, but he's not looking at him, as he's suddenly very focused on his feet still submerged in the water, and his voice comes out uncharacteristically soft and quiet. "I'm glad you untied me."