sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

Caelan felt strange, like he was the one not in control, though he usually was. His mind was only set on Ronan and he'd done anything for him. He wanted Ronan to touch and kiss him and he himself wanted to have his own hands and lips all over the nobles body, although he never in his life had wanted to be together with someone else this bad. Actually just mere hours ago he was just about to spend some time with his friends, Ronan included, laugh and drink and have fun. He never had thought this was where the evening was headed or where his flirting and laughing self would lead him. He was used to being the one staying himself, having all his senses still work and also his brain that pretty much was able to decide for its own. With a girl he also was one to listen and do what she wanted, as far as she wasn't to shy to ask and he himself never wanted as much. Today he wasn't able to wait any longer for Ronans lips to touch him down there, after speaking about it and thinking about it, Caelan hadn't anything other in mind and as for touching Ronan himself, he was the one being a little shy and not knowing how exactly, after all this was different than with a girl. He actually wanted instructions and Ronan wasn't as shy as he said or drunk enough to provide him with that.

Caelan was satisfied and yet his stomach tingled again, only because he watched Ronan lick his lips and grin at him, still, he hoped he wasn't too rough just now. "I wouldn't want to hurt you...", he said, watching Ronan wipe away his tears and finall come back up, his knees visibly red, but he wanted to sit on the floor for this. More concerning was Ronans cold hand, after all he was far more easily getting cold than Caelan. "I'm not a puppy!", Caelan retaliated almost like a stubborn child, but smiling, whatever Ronan meant it was fine. "Then that you shall get...", Caelan whispered, then leaned forward to kiss Ronan. He tasted less sweet, more bitter now, but it didn't bother Caelan. He took the blanket and wrapped it tighter around them, then his upper body moved towards Ronan, pressing himself against him to warm him up a little. He broke the kiss to let out a short and grinned "Ouch...", though the pinch didn't really hurt. It gave Caelan an excuse however to move downwards with his lips and kiss Ronans neck. One arm found it's way around Ronans body, holding him tight and the hand caressing the skin on his side, downwards to his hip, past his butt and over the outside of his upper thigh, moving back and forth between those places, slowly and soft, but sometimes scratching his skin just a little bit. The other hand started at his chest and moved slowly downwards, tingling him a little with his light scratching. The way downward was made ever so slowly, he got even slower when reaching his stomach and before he reached his destination, he moved past it, scratching the skin on Ronans inner thigh all the way to his knee, then upwards again and doing the same for the other leg. The kisses on Ronans neck didn't stop but turned into small bites, seemingly not leaving any spot untouched. "Next time... I love the sound of that...", he purred into Ronans ear, before biting it a little bit. He had decided to touch Ronan here and now, but he changed his mind, kept playing with the skin on the innerside of his thigh and moving closer to his ear, now that he finally seemed to gain back control. "You have to tell me where to touch you, you know...? After all I'm just a puppy...", he whispered, tightening the grip around the flesh of Ronans thigh for just a moment, feeling what lay underneath that porcelain skin.

Ronan had unhanded his control over the situation quite a while ago, had done what he wanted and yet, Caelan was still enamored with him and unwilling to let him go. The cold had seeped back into his body like tepid ice, looking like it was waiting to freeze back up again and, in turn, ruining his health - the blonde make his body flare up, made him burn and feel like bliss had descended upon him, carved itself into his very body and dictated his thoughts, just like the alcohol made him desire all these things. Maybe this was exactly what he needed, to clear his head from all these thoughts and to discard what he didn‘t want to think about any longer - didn‘t want to doubt himself, or question what he was doing. This was, what he had wanted and so much more than he thought he‘d get, was counting on Caelan to push him away and curse him, but instead he was the one that draped the blanket tighter around them and let his hands wander back onto Ronans body - and the leaned back into the touch, almost purred as he felt the warm fingers grasp his soft skin. It was so good, Caelan was so good - he loved this, he loved him. Again, a cold but pleasant shock coursed through his body - again, he was enamored with the blonde, who let his hands wander.

„You aren‘t, don‘t you worry“, he giggled, was aware that his knees somewhat ached, but his jaw probably would hurt tomorrow, much like the rest of his body. Caelan took care of him like no one ever did, he loved him back as no one ever did - he felt warm and welcome in his embrace and his touch alone was enough to send him off the edge eventually. „You are, don‘t deny it“, that much he knew - there was no denying it, not now, not later - the blonde acted like he was a puppy, so small and easily breakable - all bark, no bite. „That‘s what I like to hear.“ When had he grown so demanding, when had his heart swelled with pride and when exactly had he started feeling like he was seeing more than just a few stars, as soon as he closed his eyes? Ronan‘s entire body felt like it was on fire, tingles from top to bottom wherever he was touched and his affair, his lover, wasn‘t bad at making him enjoy himself with just a few, simple touches - and complain. „As if that hurt!“, he retaliated, pinched Caelans body once more but could no longer see what part of his skin he was, in fact, touching. The lips and teeth on his neck, the soft touch on his body, ever so slightly wandering and teasing him - Ronan felt loved, cherished and overall ecstatic, threw his head back and bit back his desperate whimpering, his ragged breathing and his choked cries for more. Being sensitive was an understatement, he was so much more than that - and Caelan pushed all the right buttons, gave him goosebumps as his hands caressed his feeble body. „Caelan“, he let out, albeit a bit strained, but he could not longer hold back, felt teased - way too teased. „And I love you“, Ronan brought over his lips, his own voice sweet and his thoughts focused on all those unfamiliar touches. And then, they stopped, never went where Caelan had promised to put them - he was being pulled back into reality, was being teased. „You little ...“, he exclaimed, annoyed at first but the grip on his thigh made him yelp, forced another sweet sound out of his throat before he grabbed his fellow nobles hand, moved it to where he wanted it to be and let out a sharp exhale as he had it brush against his own dick. „Here, you promised to do this - don‘t play with me“, he huffed, as he removed his own hand and let it wander back onto Caelans chest, scratching over it tentatively. „Don‘t disappoint me, puppy.“

Was he a puppy? Well after Ronan started kissing and touching him, he almost felt like his approval was everything he wanted and of course some reward. He almost felt like he was running after him, doing anything his mighty kitten said, though he should be the one calling the shots, being stronger, taller and louder than Ronan. Who would have thought that he hid this bossy side of him beneath his shy self that could at first not even talk to Caelans friends and that was so easily teased. Caelan was the one right now, worried he'd do something wrong, just wanting the best for Ronan and Ronan was demanding, his voice strong, all while Caelans own voice trembled mere minutes ago. "Where is my treat then...?", he asked with a slight grin and an acted whimpering in his voice, though he probably already got his treat. If he was going to be named a puppy then he'd act like one. The second pinch was retaliated with a stronger bite on Ronans neck and Caelan felt Ronans body getting warmer by the minute, twisting under his touch, he liked it.

Touching Ronan was enough to rile up Caelan himself again, he never had that before, never felt heat rushing through his veins only because he held a body in his arms and played with it, while not being touched himself. Hearing Ronan say his name was utter bliss and sent another shiver down his spine. He pressed Ronans upper body closer on his own, a grip which seemed unbreakable and strong, Caelan didn't want to let go of Ronan ever at this very moment. He was his tonight, as much as Caelan was also Ronans property, tool, toy, puppy, lover... and whatever else he wanted him to be. "You're getting eager...", he chuckled accompanied by a growl, love went a little far tonight and Caelan was careful saying something like that as long as he was drunk and as long as Ronan, in his heart, stayed this fragile little boy he'd always be. Hurting him was the last thing Caelan wanted and against Ronan, words seemed the deadliest weapon. Ronan was getting antsy, but he shouldn't have opened his mouth, now nothing stopped his yelp from emerging from his throat. Caelan already heard his name and Ronan yelp, so he let him force his hand to where he wanted it. "That's unfair...", he still complained with a smile still carved onto his face, he had the feeling he wouldn't stop smiling until he fell asleep. Caelan pressed his forehead and cheek against Ronans body, nestled with him for a few moments as if he was in fact a little puppy. "I won't.", he promised with a smile and continued with his kisses, while his hand was starting to move. Caelan though he'd be more nervous, but he wasn't, maybe because of the alcohol, but he did hold anothers dick in his hands for the first time. How would it look however, if Ronan was all courageous and eager and Caelan pussied out, no he hadn't let that happen, but to his surprise, it didn't even feel strange, just surprisingly big for such a small and tender person. Caelan started to move his hand u- and downwards slowly, checking Ronans reaction and listened to his breathing. "Remember... keep quiet...", he chuckled, the one little yelp probably didn't blow their cover, but Ronan couldn't actually start screaming Caelans name, if he was going to, Caelan had to shut him up after all. He tightened his grip after a while, picked up the pace, all the while listening to Ronans body and his voice, making him all his and play it out over time, he wasn't in a rush obviously, he just was as fast as to not bore Ronan, slowly moving his hand a little bit quicker every now and then.

A simple touch was enough to send sparks flying - a simple touch was enough to show him that it was, well, alright to just be himself rather than anyone or anything else. Ronan was, as honest as he tried to be himself, a liar through and through - he‘d told himself that his little crush on Caelan would be unrequited, told himself that no one should be optimistic, that this world was a place for self centered people that liked to fuck themselves over by expecting too much - and yet, here he was, being one of them and being horrible at merely existing for all the wrong reasons. „I sucked you off and swallowed it, isn‘t that enough of a treat?“, he asked, a grin on his lips - it had to be enough, there was no chance that it wasn‘t anyway. Though, maybe Caelan was the actually demanding one of the two of them and not Ronan, who - try as one might - was no longer hiding himself under a layer of pessimism and hatred, of shyness and hurt - he‘d crawled out of his shell and become who he was, someone he yearned to be for so long and right now, there was no reason to close his heart off, instead, he had all the reasons to open it for Caelan, as it was beating just for him and nobody else.

The two of them were an enigma that Ronan was struggling to perceive - yes, he had a crush on Caelan, yes he loved his fellow noble and yes, the two of them were currently committing a variety of crimes against the gods and their devout followers, but who cared when sinning felt too good to be true and encouraged all of them to become who they weren‘t? To unfold themselves and just try to understand what it was that riled them up so much - that freed them from what they called their own suffering? Ronan was the one that bucked his hips, that leaned into Caelans touch without even wanting to - he loved this, every single second of it, he loved the weird sensation that rushed through his body and wouldn‘t deny Caelan any of his attention. „I am“, he replied, out if breath already and corrupted by the very person he thought he‘d corrupt if he just put his hands onto him. What was this, if not love? Desperation and fear of what someone else would do if he actually let go of Caelan and opened up to someone else? Whatever it was, it mixed itself with the alcohol in his blood and drew out some ungodly, but almost silent mewls of him. „Oh, is ... it now?“ Ronan no longer was as composed as he used to be, no longer could keep up with himself and stars dotted his vision, his breath already uneven and his heart racing after a sensation unheard of. His face was probably as flushed as some parts of his body, a soft tint of pink, and he himself wasn‘t doing much more than putting his hands around Caelan and letting him do what he desired - whatever he wanted, to be honest. „You make it ... everything but easy ... to do that“, he huffed, closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip again to drown out his own noises and save both of them from some embarrassment, were he to moan Caelans name aloud. „It ... just feels so ... damn good“, the young man cursed almost. Though, it didn‘t take long for warmth to stop pooling within him, to drag him down and make him see stars for real, to make his body tense up and sink his teeth even deeper into his own lips, just because Caelan was a tease, because he couldn‘t moan his name - Ronan came, probably over Caelans hand at that and needed a moment to get rid of the blankness that overtook his thoughts. The blonde had made him feel good, oh so good, and he‘d already lost his composure. His breathing stilled ragged and his shoulders tense, he eventually let go of his bottom lip and could taste iron, could taste blood - he licked over it, cursed his own teeth, but he was too tired to even think straight right now. „I‘m ... sorry ...“, he said, barely able to sit up straight and holding onto Caelan for support. „I‘m ... so ... so ex...hausted“, Ronan murmured as he brought his head to rest on his fellow nobles shoulder. „Well ... done, puppy.“

"You're doing good...", Caelan whispered, Ronan being all quiet except of those little, silent noises escaping his throat and yet there seemed to be some much more wanting to break out of him. Caelan was satisfied with what he heard and the chances of being caught if Ronan actually started to scream were too high and it would cost them their heads, if they were caught. Probably not even their fathers, two dukes, would be able to save them from the scaffold. But it didn't matter anyway, though Caelan kept teasing Ronan, he kept quiet, did exceptionally well and he did last for a long time. His body twitching and tensing up under Caelas grip and his hips moving was beautiful to experience and even though Ronan wasn't exactly able to do anything but that anymore, Caelan enjoyed himself very much. The fast paced breathing reached its peak alongside Ronan, tensing up even more until all of what had piled up until now, broke through in one final moment.

Caelans hand felt wet and he slowly let go, while Ronan was still in his own paradise, waiting for his thoughts to come back to him. Caelan kept holding him, supported him while he sat there after all his strength seemingly had left him. "What are you sorry for?", Caelan asked with a smile, holding the small body and bedding his chin softly on Ronans head. The hand not completely drenched and messed up, slowly moved along Ronans back, caressing him and giving him some time, before he moved away a little bit. "Wait a second...", he murmured with a smile on his face and quickly stood up to get some napkins from their table, along with one strawberry. He came back as quick as he could, put the strawberry in Ronans mouth, so he could get rid of the bitter taste and then cleaned up the mess he created for him. He also cleaned up his own hand as good as possible with what he got, supporting Ronan meanwhile, to not have him fall over. "Let's sleep then.", he smiled calmly. He was happy, very happy and he couldn't stop showing that, he just hoped that would go away tomorrow, he couldn't look like a freshly in love man, though he was. He cast the napkins aside, that would be dealt with tomorrow, for now he just took Ronans tender figure and dragged him with him up to the right end of the bed and lay down next to him.

Exasperated, exhausted and incredibly tired - all of these things did, in fact, suffice to describe Ronan in his current state. Now that he‘d put his hands on Caelan, had ruined them both to some degree, he finally could relax and realize for himself that being alive and being played like a fiddle - by Caelan of Fhaergus, of all people - wasn‘t anything bad. Both of them had their own fun, found a way to enjoy themselves and in reality, this was all he had needed - in the end, he was the one that kept an open mind about so many things and he was the one that had to realize that this might have been the best approach to everything, but instead he had shut his head off and had decided to lock everyone away, just because he couldn‘t be bothered to handle his life. „I ... uh. Your ... your hand“, he said, confused enough by the truth - this had felt good, this was everything he‘d ever desired and this was, in fact, nothing Ronan could ever clearly understand, because his own feelings were muddled up and Caelan was there to make it somewhat worse. The soft touches made him tense up, the weird sensation did, too - and then, Caelan just removed himself completely and dragged himself out of the bed to clean off the mess and bring back a strawberry, placed between his lips, that Ronan chewed, then swallowed. This was everything he wanted. As they fell into the bed, covered in soft sheets, Ronan cuddled up to Caelan and pressed his face against his chest. „Sleep well“, he murmured. He was tired, oh so tired - and he‘d sleep for quite a while, that was for sure.

How late was it again? Ronan didn‘t exactly know, his head throbbed - he felt sick to his stomach and his skin burned for all the wrong reasons. Light had found it‘s way into this room faster than he thought, the sun was still rising, but it stung on his skin and robbed him of his senses. Suddenly, as if he was hit by a bolt of lightning, he cranked his eyes open and immediately shut them - the brightness already exhausting to look at and stinging in his eye. What had he done yesterday? His hands, warm to the touch, were touching something, someone else - a living, breathing thing, that pretty much was Caelan, who lay there, still asleep. It wasn‘t too late, at least that was what Ronan was thinking, so he cuddled up to the blonde, pressed his face flat against the other mans chest and his body was hellbound on going back to sleep, whereas his head had other plans. His determination was, in all honesty, not the best - but he forced himself upward, no recollection of what he‘d dreamt about, but he sure as hell knew that he‘d done yesterday night and why his jaw, in fact, ached a bit. „Caelan“, he murmured, sleepy as all hell, and was supporting his upper body with his numb hands and arms, strands of hair standing and hanging everywhere, obscuring his vision - and his eyes closed again. Ronan never had been a morning person, but today it felt even more excruciating to get up than usually - his whole body was on the lookout for Caelans warmth, rather than to get up and before he knew it, he was drifting in and out of sleep again.

Caelan laughed a little, just because Ronan worried about such nonsense. "Everything's alright.", he chuckled, giving Ronan a small kiss on his cheek. This night was everything but what he expected it to be and he felt good about it. After all it was probably already the best night he ever had and he also believed that the morning and the lack of alcohol in his blood wouldn't change anything about that. He was still happy, just lying there with Ronan soon enough cuddled up to him. He held him tight, remembering the night before that somehow seemed t have foreshadowed this situation now. Caelan was already curious back then, was already eyeing that handsome heir of Alster and at the moment he couldn't care less about rules and doctrines. Ronan gave him something tonight he was searching for for so long just at all the wrong places. Who would have known that Caelan was in fact not interested in any of the beautiful girls running after him. All he needed was Ronan to show him that and all he wanted was to keep him by his side. He pulled Ronan a little closer, felt his skin on his own and finally pulled a blanket over the both of them. Ronan was already asleep and his eyes closed on their own as well.

Caelan slowly woke up when he heard his name, somehow sounding far away. His body completely shut down needed some time to reboot. He felt the movement next to him, he noticed the bright sun, even with still closed eyes and then came the headache, his punishment for all the wine the night before. Blind he stretched out his arm, grabbed the figure sitting next to him in bed, and pulled him back down next to him, as if it was a plush toy. He still was half asleep and not planning to wake up anytime soon, he rather felt the body next to him, without it, something was missing, something important. Sleep already tore on him again, pulled him back in the dark sea of nothingness, his arm around the tender figure growing heavier and the thought he just had grasped, vanished into thin air, alongside with Caelans consciousness. He was way too tired, whyever his name fell, it couldn't be important.

Caelan fell asleep again, his body probably trying to avoid the lingering pain in his head and the uneasiness in his stomach. Better wash all the unwanted and toxic substances out of his system while he slept instead of feeling how miserable his whole body felt. Again he heard his voice, felt hands all over him, tearing him out of his dreams and into reality. Slowly he opened his eyes, looked at Ronan who he spent last night with, ah yes, he remembered and that also explained why he slept for that long. "Do I have to stuff your mouth again?", he asked with a grin, just slightly turning his head to look at the tender figure beside him. Finally he got his body to move and his first action was to grab both of Ronans hands, which were so busy waking him up just a minute ago. Ronan almost acted as if Caelan was dead, which he sure as hell wasn't, he felt quite good actually. "What's wrong?", he asked with a smile, still holding Ronans cold fingers to calm him down, though he wasn't sure if that helped.

Maybe Ronan had changed his mind, maybe he didn't remember last night and now he was confused as to what was going on, after all they both lay here completely naked, Ronan in Caelans arms, held by him. Caelan did remember last night, he remembered every second of it, maybe because mixed to all the alcohol, adrenaline had been pumped through his veins, while he did something forbidden and sinful and finally felt good and like himself, for the first time ever. If Ronan was to discard that as merely an act of drunkness, that was fine though. Caelan wasn't going to push him or be a dick and remind him of every second, if Ronan didn't want that. Maybe Ronan did remember though and he was scared and it wasn't what he actually wanted to do, despite Caelan asking multiple times. It wasn't the irst time Caelan woke up with somebody confused in his arms that, though enjoying the night, wanted to leave before anybody found out. After all it was a sin as well to sleep with someone before marrying, though this rule was overlooked so often, that it couldn't be called a rule anyway.

"Sorry.", Caelan said shortly and finally sitting up, looking at Ronan confused and kind of worried. The explanation to what was going on came too slow, only in bits and peaces, while Ronans body was shaking and Caelan only now noticed that he was unbelievably cold. His eyelids flickered and Caelan was even more confused when he was told to wake Ronan up, after all he seemed pretty much awake, people who slept didn't talk after all and they sure as hell did not shake anybody else. "I... shake you...?", he asked, but who was he to deny Ronan what he wanted and also seemed to need. So he let go of Ronans hands and instead lay his own on the tender shoulders, softly shaking Ronan a bit, though he doubted that really would work. After he saw no satisfying reaction, he instead pushed his arms under Ronan and sat him up with him. He held him in an upright position, pushed his cold skin against his own and brushed over Ronans back with his hand, warming him up, while trying to make the blood in his body move. He wasn't as gentle as yesterday, he rather tried to warm him up with the friction he caused, but he still was careful and loving enough.

"Is this working?", he softly asked and kept going. If he was honest he didn't know what was going on, Ronans body hating him seemed close enough. He felt as cold as if he had been tossed in a mountain river in Fhaergus, in the middle of the winter at that. The cold could make one sleepy and it was dangerous, Caelan knew that only too well and a situation like that was the closest to what was happening now he could think of, so he just did what he would do if this was the case. Keeping Ronan warm and trying to make his blood circulate again. He kept trying to stimulate Ronans bloodstream for a while and he was worried to say the least. As long as Ronan didn't feel normal, there was no time for big explanations though, so Caelan didn't ask. "Just keep your eyes open... and try to tell me something, anything.", he softly said with a smile. "Maybe what it is you want for breakfast." He just hoped this wasn't his fault, be it either from what they did last night, or just the fact that he got Ronan drunk. After all he dragged him to his friends and poured him glass after glass.

Caelan kept holding him and warming him up as good as he could, though he wasn't sure if this had the desired effect after all, he didn't know what was wrong in the first place. "In case it helps... I really love your body...", he grinned, making a joke, though Ronan didn't seem up for it, but some laughter after waking up could just make the day better, so he tried anyway. At least it didn't seem as if Caelan had done something wrong yesterday, though he still wasn't sure if Ronan was awake enough the remember and grasp what had happened, he wasn't even sure if he noticed both of them were naked and woke up in bed together, maybe Ronan had clung to the only person here without thinking too much about it. But all that could wait, first Caelan needed to help Ronan with whatever was haunting him, have him wake up and maybe smile again. "Afternoon? Well shit!", Caelan laughed slightly, did they really sleep the whole day? He hadn't drunk that much, did he? What about the tournament, did he miss it? Cameron would kill him, though... at least he had a chance of winning now.

Ronan helped himself at some point and Caelan slowly let go of him, looking at him, assessing the situation. "No need to apologize.", Caelan finally said, watching Ronan take his hand and planting a kiss on it. Was he awake now? Aware of everything that happened? Accepting it? Caelan still wasn't sure and before doing anything else, he took the blanket and put it over Ronans shoulders, just so he wouldn't freeze to death after all this trouble. "I uh... no problem, but... a warning would have been nice?", he said with an embarrassed smile, did he even help him? He wasn't sure what happened just now and he wasn't sure what yesterday made of them, what they should make of it and how they wanted to keep going. Caelan pretty much knew what he wanted, but for that he needed both of them. For now he rather asked what this was about though, in case it happened again. "Wanna... explain that to me? Or... no sorry, do you want something to drink? Something to eat? Uhm... dress up? Want me to dress up again? Do you want me to leave?" He asked way too many questions, Ronan just woke up and he was... uneasy somehow, again, he wasn't used to that, his thoughts jumping and making him look like a fool.

"I think I won't...", Caelan replied, no he had never seen anybody else he deemed as beautiful as Ronan of Alster, his pale skin, his red lips, the dark eyes he could get lost in, the sparkle inside them, when Caelan was being pesky, he loved all of it. Did he blush now, only thinking of that? Only of parts he could see under normal circumstances as well? Maybe because his memory of yesterday night was after all a little bit hazy and he did not get a good look anyway. maybe that was something to repeat and he should also check how all of this felt without alcohol clouding his senses. That they missed the tournament was the least of his concerns right now. "And you didn't want to talk about what happens in case of a draw!", he laughed, well now they had it. "So we both lost, does this make us both have a wish for free now?" He still didn't know what to actually do with that one, after all wishing for Ronan to be his friend wasn't necessary anymore and he also very well remembered that he promised him wearing a dress too.

"I... yes. Yes it was.", Caelan admitted, "But it doesn't bother me. I just wish I knew beforehand, I could have helped you sooner and probably better than I have." After all he still was unsure if he did do it right, or if he should have kept shaking Ronan until he woke up finally. "Stop apologizing already!", Caelan proclaimed now, smiled afterwards, there was no need for any of that. Ronan wasn't at fault here, no one was and he didn't need to apologize for something out of his control. Though he did listen up as he heard the following words. "I was scared you wouldn't remember...", he said smirking, his mood lit up even more. Even after that not so pleasant awakening, he just was... happy, there was no other description for it. He felt warm and he couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear, he... he had a complete crush on Ronan, he knew as much. "Just tell me how I can help you in the future, it's not your fault.", he said and crawled himself out of bed, stretching shortly. He never was shy, especially not concerning his body and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now. Naked just as he was born he stood in front of Ronan and after waking up his own body for a moment, he grabbed Ronans hands, dragging him out of bed. "Come on, stand up, it'll help staying awake." Though he didn't know what to do with their time now anyway.

"At least I can show mine, you have to cover yours.", he grinned. Caelan still look down on himself, saw the blue and red dots all over, it wouldn't raise any unwanted questions in his case, after all, it was actually common for him. People just would start to look out for a girl having some too, especially if he didn't tell a name. Certainly not that Isabella girl from yesterday... he felt almost bad for ditching her like that. "I'm just curious what you'll wish for, I have none of my own right now... after all you are my friend already and you will wear a dress, don't think I forgot that. I haven't. I'll buy you a dress and you are going to wear it." Right, he needed to know Ronans size, also of his feet and then he'll find someone to make him a beautiful dress, unknowingly for a man... he wondered if he should lie a bit, let it be made a little bigger on top and stuff something there to give Ronan more curve... would that work out? After all his body, though thin and small, did not have the shape of a girls. Caelan caught himself practically staring at Ronan and rather stopped.

"As you wish.", Caelan smiled and wasn't going to warm up that topic again. He was a little worried back then and also now still. Ronan made it sound like not a big deal, but it looked differently and Ronan made a lot of things sound like they were not a big deal, such as the beatings of his father. "Your jaw is aching?", Caelan asked laughing. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment... was bigger than expected, huh?" Oh yes, that was Caelan, way too much self esteem and always joking around. If Ronan couldn't deal with that, well he picked the wrong guy. Though it wasn't exactly easy to find any guy being just like the two of them, so maybe they would need to stick together anyway? No, Caelan liked Ronan either way. "You lay in bed all day, it's time to do something!", Caelan grinned, not letting Ronan back in the sheets just yet, though thinking of spending only a minute apart from him made him sick. Caelan wished they were somewhere else, anywhere but here where they couldn't run off, couldn't get away from anyone. They actually had to talk to some people at least and they also shouldn't raise suspicion. "Wait... cleaning?", Caelan wailed. He was someone not against using his own two hands, he was making himself dirty without complaint and lent a hand wherever needed, even if it was a servants job, but cleaning...? That was his least favorite thing, he hated it. One could send him hunt, chip wood, make a fire, build a damn house for crying out loud, but cleaning for some reason was the worst thing for him and it didn't get better. "Talking to my father? Ugh... but at least my own clothes should be i my room by now." He also really should take a bath, but... "I don't wanna leave you! What are you doing meanwhile?", he asked like a little child or, in fact, a puppy who was sat outside in the rain and wanted to come back in, because he was a good boy after all, wasn't he? Was he being too clingy?

"That's true, I wouldn't want to hide them.", Caelan grinned and searched around for his clothes. Also, he was hungry, but that would have to wait, after all he hadn't eaten since yesterday evening. When he was at home or at events like these he usually ate a whole damn lot, on the other hand he could live for a while with practically nothing, almost like a wolf - he thought - eating occasionally but when, then a whole damn deer at once. He was only a puppy according to Ronan though. "Now I'm even more curious. You have your wish and I have mine, how about that? Though I have to think of something first too, after all you're giving me all I want without me needing to force you.", he grinned, again looking at the tender figure of his fellow noble. "A corset? Well okay... hm, I think this is going to be harder than expected, after all I wouldn't even know how to wear one." He only knew how to get people out of it.

"For not having it done before, I think I remember you were pretty good...", Caelan said with a smile, though they should try that again not drunk. Then again, thinking about it made him a little bit nervous, due to the missing alcohol, but there was no ounce of regret present inside him. Caelan took his clothes and put on his pants, thinking about the remaining night. He rather spent time with Ronan himself, instead of talking to his friends, or his father for crying out loud. Maybe after they got something to eat, they could meet up again and vanish. He liked to move his body and actually do something with his day, but he couldn't exactly be close to Ronan here. "My damn tissues? It's napkins and most of the stuff on it is yours may I remind you.", Caelan retaliated and then rolled his eyes. "Can't I just care about everything else than cleaning? Chopping wood, making fire, hunting meat, cooking,...", he asked, after all all of those things were something Caelan actually liked doing, or at least he liked it better than cleaning. "I spend my time away from home all the time...", he said, though he should at least say something, in order to not have his dead freak out, because he thought maybe Caelan was dead. "God no!", he threw right after, "I don't want you to meet my father! But it's possible he drags me along for a while... but I'll find you somehow..." He put on the last of his clothes, or rather Camerons shirt and looked at Ronan. "Well I have to wear something now, just until I reach my room.", he grinned and was ready to go, but before that he moved closer to Ronan, wrapped his arms around him and pulled him off his feet, holding him, his arms crossed around him. "I'm glad this happened, you know?", he smiled and pressed his head against Ronans body, then letting him down again. "Though it almost hurts leaving you now, if only for a few hours."

„But show them off? And what if someone figures out that the last person you were with yesterday was me? Though, I wouldn‘t mind that“, he said. Of course it‘d not be easy to pass this off as his doing - Ronan didn‘t even want that - but in reality it sufficed for him and Caelan to know, sufficed for others to just marble at how the blonde noble looked after yesterdays night and if there were any longing gazes exchanged between him and a potential object of affection. As for him being hungry, he probably could use something, but it didn‘t necessarily matter if he ate now or in two hours, as long as he eventually found the time to. His father was not here to chastise him for sleeping the entire day away and Caelan didn‘t have any ground to, so he was fine right now - theoretically he could crawl back into bed, but he was sure that his fellow noble would drag him right back out again. „You want me to get back on my knees now or what? Then beg for it, puppy“, he mused, knowing well enough that they had time for this sometime later and that it wasn‘t necessary for them to actually prance around now. „I have a vague idea, I think. We‘ll figure that out - I‘m just saying it‘ll help adding to the illusion.“ Ronan knew that he‘d feel stiff the entire evening and that his posture would probably be affected by it, as well as his lung capacity, but in all reality, he didn‘t care too much - he‘d have fun, they‘d both have fun.

„Thanks for the compliment, I live to please“, Ronan chuckled. He wasn‘t wrong about that - he always tried to get Darragh to appreciate his work and yesterday he was eager enough to have Caelan relax in his grasp and have him unravel in front of him, almost entirely. There was no need for a charade, or a farce - they both knew what they‘d done yesterday and instead of denial, they both reveled in the bliss they felt from it. „You smeared it on there, so might as well pick it up, you lazy ass“, Ronan growled, before doing it his damn self and throwing the napkins away. For fucks sake, was Caelan a toddler, begging to have someone clean up after himself just because he didn‘t want to? „Fine, then I‘m gonna be the housewife and you can go do your stuff outside, but I expect you to take care of me.“ Was he really going to do this when they went for the hutch? After all, he didn‘t necessarily need Caelans help in the hutch, he just wanted him to help and clean a bit after himself - though, he was stubborn. „Then you better clean up your mess when you‘re out there“, Ronan sighed and as he wanted to put on the rest of his clothes, was stopped by two strong arms that had pulled him into a hug and forced him to stand still. He winced, leaned backward a bit - it felt nice. „Good, then I won‘t meet Allard of Fhaergus anytime soon and I guess we can catch up over some dinner? Your room, or mine?“ Maybe they could also leave prematurely tonight, run off to Alster - but Ronan didn‘t want to steal Caelan away just yet. „Even if it‘s an ugly, scratchy shirt?“ The noble frowned, picked, stood there, half dressed and sighed. „I‘m glad you’re honest to yourself and also“, what was he going to say now? That he was happy and that there were butterflies in his stomach because Caelan was holding him yet again? „Don‘t go crying about it, I won‘t disappear and lets be honest, we can just hike somewhere after dinner and enjoy some time alone. I‘ll bring a blanket if you want to.“