Keelan could feel the warmth of Fae's body at his back and even half expected to feel arms wrap around his waist, despite them standing at the door. It was a disappointment that didn't happen, but not too big of one in light of Fae's wicked teasing. He practically leaned against Fae, his hand on the door tightening as he heard his tease.
That was really not fair. At all.
He might have laughed, had it not been for teeth and tongue on his shoulder. A small shiver went through him, as did the decision that if Fae chose to tease and play with him then two could participate in the game, rather than Keelan trying to be respectful. His fingers found the hem of the towel and pushed it higher, nails dragging along Fae's thigh. Titling his head, he pressed their temples together.
"It was your decision not to continue," Keelan said, sounding equally teasing as he was chiding him. "Don't complain when dessert is more than willing to let you devour it."
With that, he pushed the door open wider and stepped through it, away from Fae's warmth, the air much cooler than inside the washroom. He reached for Fae's good hand and turned enough that he could wink playfully, and started leading them back toward the door to their bedroom, the smirk on his lips probably much more telling than anything else. Two can play that game.
The walk back to their room felt much better, his feet now able to feel the soft carpet underneath instead of the crunch of dirt between his toes. The brothel wasn't as nice as the place he had been kept, but it was obvious where the owner spent some of their money. Was that a common theme of people who offered willing bodies for carnal pleasures? Though, he could argue, at least the men and women in a brothel weren't usually slaves.
They do compliment each other really well~
That was really not fair. At all.
He might have laughed, had it not been for teeth and tongue on his shoulder. A small shiver went through him, as did the decision that if Fae chose to tease and play with him then two could participate in the game, rather than Keelan trying to be respectful. His fingers found the hem of the towel and pushed it higher, nails dragging along Fae's thigh. Titling his head, he pressed their temples together.
"It was your decision not to continue," Keelan said, sounding equally teasing as he was chiding him. "Don't complain when dessert is more than willing to let you devour it."
With that, he pushed the door open wider and stepped through it, away from Fae's warmth, the air much cooler than inside the washroom. He reached for Fae's good hand and turned enough that he could wink playfully, and started leading them back toward the door to their bedroom, the smirk on his lips probably much more telling than anything else. Two can play that game.
The walk back to their room felt much better, his feet now able to feel the soft carpet underneath instead of the crunch of dirt between his toes. The brothel wasn't as nice as the place he had been kept, but it was obvious where the owner spent some of their money. Was that a common theme of people who offered willing bodies for carnal pleasures? Though, he could argue, at least the men and women in a brothel weren't usually slaves.