sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

    • Who would have thought that Caelan of Fhaergus would go on his knees in front of anybody? Not only was Ronan someone though, he was the heir of a country, just like Caelan was, they should face each other eye to eye, both strong to represent their countries interests and yet the blonde exposed himself like that and was playing the obedient little dog. Was he playing this even? Allard would have beheaded him not only for the fact that the two of them were two men, and their relationship went against all religious laws, against nature and against everything they knew, but also because he didn't stand his ground in front o a future business partner. Caelan however didn't care, he had never cared much about what his father said and if they killed him because he was attracted to the one he loved, then so be it, he'd indulge in his presence as long as he could and not even death would have made him regret this.

      Hearing Ronans voice like that made Caelan want to continue, though he wondered if it had been genuine or if Ronan just tried to please him with making those sinful noises. How loud could they get anyway? Ronan getting bigger inside of Caelans mouth however couldn't be an act and Caelans cheeks turned even more red when his gaze met that of his boyfriend. He felt Ronans hand once more, hearing the praise and eventually was forced to take more of Ronan into his mouth. He almost gave in the urge to put his hands on Ronans legs or his butt, but he didn't, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to and he didn't want to give the impression, he was fighting back. Instead he just came a little bit closer, robbed towards Ronan on his knees, maybe a few inches, nothing more. Ronans gaze, his smile and his praise was too much and Caelan averted his gaze, while he was stuck in place for some moments. As soon as he was allowed to use his head again however, he did, taking in exactly the same every time he moved his head forward, though it still got more difficult as Ronan had still not been fully riled up before. Caelan never let got completely, but still pressed his lips together while moving forward, slightly forcing himself to take it in again and every time he moved back he let his tongue dance around the tip and finished up with some sucking, every now and then gulping down some saliva that had formed inside his mouth. Was it possible that he enjoyed this himself?

    • Gods be damned, laws be damned - this world be damned. Ronan had alredy known that this was going to make him feel good, that the simple infatuation he'd had with Caelan wasn't just something that he imagined and hell, he was right about that. It almost felt embarrassing to admit but there was so much more that he wanted to do, much more than just simply keeping this cycle of fooling around, playing games and then having one of them suck the other off - at some point, he actually wanted his wish fulfilled and he very much wanted to try out everything they found in those books, whatever was possible anyway, but right here, right now, they were bound to the things they had and to the conditions their bodies were in. Ronan knew they were both tired, but something like this was enough to rile him up, just for the time being, and with every inch more than disappeared between Caelans lips, subsided in undeniable heat, he felt something in his stomach gravel, felt the heat rising upward and his brain being clouded by the haze that robbed him of all senses except pleasure. While Caelan had room to improve, this still felt heavenly - his expectations were met after all.

      "Ah, you're so good for me", he mumbled through gritted teeth and let the blonde do what he needed to - though, he helped him bop his hand back and forth a few times, eventually pressing the back of his head for a change of pace, or to keep him in play and only allow him to remove his lips ever so slightly, to differentiate for a second. Ronans knees felt weak, but he could take that, could take the warmth spreading through his body and the wanton desires in the back of his mind that all wanted him to do something different, something more legible. His eyes were clouded with stupor, still resting on his boyfriend who was doing work worthy of praise, something he couldn't bring over his lips unless he wanted to moan out loud, which he did - but he didn't care, whoever heard them would hear them. Was there even anyone? He'd sent the last of the servants away and nobody would come here except his parens, while his little brother had already been fast asleep, probably. Instead, he forced Caelan to take in all of him, just for a second - and he thought he was going to see stars. "You're going to kill me", he panted, going back to simply tugging on some strands of blonde hair on occassion. If this went on, Caelan would probably end up having to swallow - or Ronan ruined his face and hair. "Why are you ... so good ... at this?" Was his boyfriend actually enjoying himself or was he imagining that?
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Caelan was feeling good down here, despite his knees starting to hurt on the hard floor, he didn't mind that at all. If not only his throat was blue but also his knees, so be it, as long as Ronan got what he wanted. The whole world was against them, their world at least, but who gave a damn about that? This felt right, not only while indulging in oneanothers touches, but also when they just sat together and talked, or ate side by side, this was what Caelan wanted and what he probably never fully could have. But that only meant that they needed to take whatever they could get, they should enjoy every second of time they could spend together and do or say whatever they wanted. Life was too short for regrets or doubts, there was no room for that if between a couple of weeks there were only days they could be together like this. After such a long time, even if Caelan had been almost asleep, he would have kept going, he had to live up to the weeks they were and were going to be apart.

      Caelan let out a muffled sound, one that was meant to tell Ronan that he enjoyed the praise, that he enjoyed to please Ronan like that. He listened to him and his touches, kept up the speed or slowed down if Ronan wanted him to and there even was a smile when he was forced to take all of Ronan in, though the black-haired had probably not seen it. The moaning didn't worry Caelan, instead he wanted to hear more of that, he actually liked the thought of hearing others what good of a job he did, he wanted to have servants whisper about who the girl Ronan of all people took to his room could be, he almost wanted Ronans father to question him about it, being surprised and embarrassed to hear something like that. All of this made Caelan put even more effort into this. Every time Caelan moved his head forward now, he took in all of which he could and eventually he didn't care about Ronans rules anymore and let one hand brush over Ronans leg, past his knee and over his inner thigh. The second hand was taking the same route on the other side, but circled to the back and scratched over the skin on Ronans butt. He wondered how hard it was to stand up straight, with no wall to lean against, or anything other than Caelan to hold onto. Caelan couldn't say if he was actually good at this, but he tried his best, listened to Ronans body, his moans, his twitching muscles and the hand that forgot to show Caelan the way more and more. Eventually - quite surprisingly at that - Caelan tasted something bitter and warm , though most of it was already dripping down his throat and into his stomach. He didn't stop right away, only after Ronans muscles stopped twitching, but instead of just moving away now that he had done his job, he faithfully let his tongue dance over Ronans skin to clean him up and catch any drop that might had remained.

    • If he had known this would feel as incredible, he'd have forced Caelan to suck him off sooner - but now he found himself in quite the predicament and couldn't help but force his weak, shaking knees to endure the weight he was putting onto them and let the blonde do what he wanted. Ronan was losing control of the situation he'd so carefully pun, but he didn't mind, not a single bit - he let his puppy do what he wanted and realized, way too late at that, that he must be a horrible owner to not go through with disciplining his dog properly, but who cared? In the end, he was the one bemoaning the situation and probably already spreading rumors among whoever was passing their door at the moment - he was too occupied to care, too busy trying to stay on his legs to even figure out how to do anything else except letting moans and mewls slip from those lips of his. "You're ...", he mumbled, unable to finish the sentence. His relief was so close, he was getting so far and yet, there wasn't much he could do, not much he did - just bucking his hips and finally feeling the last wave of pleasure washing over him.

      In the end, he felt like he'd been overstimulated and actually wanted to sit down on his bed, regain his senses and get rid of the haze, but Caelan was still busy cleaning him up, having swallowed everything as it seemed and Ronan couldn't help but chuckle. "Should have pulled ... out and ... come ... all over your ... face", he mumbled, trying to catch his breath as he stroked through the blondes hair once more, before he let go. Now, he wanted nothing more than to fall face first into his bed and sleep, but there was ... a different problem. His foot moved to Caelans crotch and he pressed the heel of his foot against what, probably, was his painfully hard erection - he should have taken care of that beforehand, but praise came after punishment, didn't it. "You ... did so ... so well", he voiced, grabbing Caelans face with one of his hands and holding it up by his chin, forcing the blonde to look at him as the black hair fell downwards like a curtain. "I'll return ... the favor ...", was all he could voice before he removed himself, let go and pulled his own pants back up. Ronan brought his body over to his bed, sat at the edge of it and patted the spot next to hime. "Come here, puppy. And get out of those pants."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "I'm what?", Caelan asked with a smile after he finally pulled back and looked at the job he'd done. He did a decent job, didn't he? And he didn't see a spot he hadn't cleaned up properly. He also was gaining back some of his confidence, now that he had noticed that this hadn't been as bad as he thought. Ronan came, so that was something, actually all he wanted. A few weeks ago he would have never thought that he'd do something like that ever and now he sat here, in front of his boyfriend and wiped away the last drops of fluid from the corners of his mouth and from his chin with his arm. "But I washed up already and I can't exactly lick my own face...", Caelan mused while he checked if something had dropped on the floor that they needed to wipe away, not with his tongue though. "Also I rather have something of-", he stopped, flinching and looking down on Ronans foot suddenly appearing out of nowhere. That hurt, but somehow it also felt good. Ronan had to force Caelan to look up into his face. He had thought he was about to calm down, but now his cheeks flared up again and the blue eyes were asking what Ronan had planned now.

      Ronan let go again and also removed his foot, letting Caelan breath again, he didn't notice he held his breath. He slowly stood up, glad that he still wore his pants, otherwise his knees probably would hurt even more. Caelan tried to assess the situation and looked at the spot he was offered. He wanted something in return, he wanted it so much, but Ronan probably was even more tired right now. He was curious what awaited him and he was curious how good he did, but he didn't want Ronan use his hands and he didn't want him to fall asleep in the middle of something. "That's alright, you can return the favor some other time.", he smiled, his feet carried him the short way over to the bed, but he didn't get rid of his pants and just sat down next to his boyfriend. Ronans lips, the hand in his pants, all of that was still so present, but before that Ronan was talking about keeling over, didn't he? Maybe tomorrow was a better time.

    • "You're pretty good at this", Ronan chuckled. Praising his dog still wasn't his strong suit, but he'd figure it out at some point, wouldn't he? That was something he had to learn, but as long as Caelan accepted physical gestures as well, he wasn't actually worried about anything that might get in their way, let alone acting in an unsatisfactory way towards his boyfriend. What was it that he wanted, anyway? Was there a chance for him to figure all of this out? Or was there some more nuance to something he yet had to grasp fully? "Then I'll have to lick it off", he conclued, even though that probably would not only taste horrible but also be a mess for both of them. Would Caelan even allow to have himself licked like a kitten by its mother, bathed in spit, or was this something they had to figure out and couldn't quite put their finger on? All of these thoughts were stupid, confusing and maybe even a bit hindering; they both wanted to feel good, which was why he'd now have to figure out what he'd do. "You have something of?", he asked, not quite understanding where his boyfriend was getting at. What did Caelan have in mind?

      Soon enough, he found himself back in his bed, sitting there and letting his legs dangle over the edge. Where was this going? Was he really enjoying himself or did he want to actually put his hands back on Caelan to avoid sleep? "Some other time?", Ronan laughed, pinching Caelans side. Why was he like that all of a sudden? "I doubt you can sleep when your dick is straining against your pants", he mumbled, his hand wandering to the 'evidence' and stroking over it through Caelans clothes. This was both embarrassing and kind of ecstatic, but Ronan would not admit it, lest his face spoke the story of what was happening right here and right now - which was, well, a whole lot actually. "Come on, you were a good puppy for me so you can tell your master what you want. Should I get on my knees, too? Or do you want me to use my hands? Or do you want something entirely else?", he asked, already kind of riled up again. If Caelan thought about sleeping right now, Ronan had bad news for him and his restless hands were good evidence. "I'm not tired now and I hate owing you a favor, so let me do whatever you want me to do!"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "Yeah...?", Caelan asked slightly embarrassed, after all this was the first time he had done this, but maybe he was meant for exactly that. He wondered which one of them was better, but he'd probably never know, lest they found a third person to have fun with and that was a thought Caelan didn't even want to think any further. Someone else touching his boyfriend? No way! "I'd rather not... have you lick my face...", Caelan answered knitting his brows. Saying that felt so damn awkward and he just had to chuckle over something stupid like this. It would probably feel awkward having his face licked and besides, did Ronan really want to taste his own filth? Well, not that it was bad... bitter, yes, but Caelan didn't mind actually, after all he tasted every last drop of it, not only to be praised. Caelan shook his head, trying to remember what he wanted to say before he was cut off. "I rather have something of you... inside of... me..." This sounded awkward as well and Caelans voice grew more silent the more he spoke, why did he even say it out loud?!

      "Ouch...", Caelan smiled as he was pinched, rubbing the spot although it didn't really hurt. He looked at Ronan and it seemed there was no way his boyfriend would just go to sleep now and leave him be, well some relieve would make him feel better tomorrow, probably. His cheeks turned red again when Ronan stated the obvious, being slightly embarrassed for it to be called out like that and it got even worse when Ronan touched him once more. There was no escaping Ronans grasp, was there? "I'd love to feel your hands, but... I'd rather not have you move too much...", he answered, though he really, really wanted him to. "And you're so far away on your knees...", he whispered, pressing his forehead against Ronans. What did he want? He wanted Ronan close but he didn't want to hurt him, or have him hurt himself and strain those wrists more than he needed to. He already did by grabbing Caelan the way he did before. "I want to keep you close...", he mumbled and started to kiss Ronans neck. At the same time he softly pressed him on his back and leaned over him. His lips wandered to Ronans and he kissed his boyfriend. "Maybe we'll... start with that...", he mumbled in between the kisses, he wasn't sure where this was going, but his hand slipped under Ronans shirt, feeling his soft skin, brushing over his body and pushing that shirt upwards.

    • "Yeah", he answered, smiling slightly at Caelan. What else was there to say but that? They both had their fair share of problems, so why not split it evenly between the two of them? Was there even a reason to not give in to one another and was there a reason to deny one another each others love? Was this all he ever wanted or had there been something else, something entirely else that he wanted to grasp with those hands of his, a truth unseen by the naked eye? "Why not? Oh ... um. Well, I think you don't need to explain that one", Ronan giggled instead. It was kind of obvious why, wasn't it? There wasn't much to talk about and there was even less to think about if one spend their time with trivial stuff like this, worrying only about the moment they were in rather than any possible future. "You want ... me, inside of you?", he asked, almost sheepishly - and he was damn sure that he was blushing. Ronan knew well enough that this could mean more than one thing, that Caelan might have worded it awkwardly to begin with but ... he didn't dare dig deeper. If Caelan actually wanted to be the one that got laid, Ronan would be the one to disappoint - not tonight, not like this - maybe tomorrow.

      "That couldn't have hurt", he grumbled instead, staring at his boyfriend and trying to pinpoint something. Was Caelan really, truly, thinking about what Ronan had in mind or was this simply a thought for things for another time, or was Ronan putting too much faith into him? There it was, the numb burning sensations in his wrists and he already hated himself for it, it would be worse tomorrow and if he couldn't do anything, he'd take some powder and ignore the pain, beat Caelan and then he'd go to bed as fast as he could - he knew that this was going to send him to bed sooner than later. "You act like they are going to come off, I'm fine Caelan, I really am", and if the blonde got his cum over the bandages, Ronan could still change them or let the wounds breathe overnight - they were fine now, weren't they? "Can't let me use my hands, can't let go of me - I mean, I could use my mouth but ... that's too far away, too, isn't it?", he asked. Knowing the blonde, it would be. As suddenly as they'd found their way into their bed, they found themselves in a different predicament and Ronan let his boyfriend do what he wanted - he had no interest to stop Caelan, not like this. "What are you-", he was shut up by a kiss and as he felt the ghastly touch of Caelans hands on his own skin, he kissed him back and let him do what he wanted, remained still and didn't use his hands as instructed. "What are you planning?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "No! That's only what you wanted to hear!", Caelan answered, blushing and laughing at the same time, he didn't say that at all, he didn't mean it like that and he didn't think of those books Ronan made him read right now, no that was something for a little more time probably and for actually being alone, not just behind a closed door, right? For some reason Caelan imagined it so damn romantic, in front of a fireplace, with a dozen blankets and pillows, maybe even some candles, though what for if they already had a fireplace? Whatever, candles were romantic, weren't they? He wasn't sure if he'd feel up Ronan, or if it would be the other way around, but he wanted to hold and kiss him in that moment without anyone being even remotely close to them, was that stupid? Would they even have a situation like that ever? "I like having something of you inside of me which is not your dick, though I might come to learn to like that too, for now your tongue in my mouth suffices, but I also actually meant your damn cum in my stomach.", he explained, slowly finding back to himself. He already had been a good boy right? So now he was allowed to annoy Ronan a little bit, to tease him and grin into his face.

      "The meaning behind the action hurt, maybe?", he answered right away. He eyed Ronan afterwards, he wasn't sure if he was honest. "I don't want to cause you any more pain, not today and not like this...", Caelan sighed, he already had burned a patch of skin and Ronan had to endure so much during the tournament, that was enough for one day. "It is too far away... do you see the problem here? Maybe sleeping would be better...", Caelan mumbled but he already got drunk by desire again, the soft touches were more than enough to remember his body, that he wanted more. He continued kissing Ronan and eventually tried to get that shirt off of him. "I don't know... feel your skin on mine for starters, kiss you more... I haven't thought much further...", he answered plucking the rest of the shirt from Ronans body with some help. He was careful with his wrists, maybe a little too much but in the end the shirt got tossed on the ground. Caelan didn't wear one, so Ronan needed to be half naked too. Before he leaned into the next kiss again, he brushed over Ronans cheek and looked at him with a smile. "You know in Fhaergus I had a lot to think about, about you, what we've already done and what is written in those books... I missed you, but I never... well... you know. Now you make it hard for me to resist and I don't know what to do with you... I want more... something, anything! Despite me saying we could just go to sleep... if you're telling me once more you absolutely want to make it up to me... well I can't say no. But it's your body that hurts... just do what makes you feel the most comfortable..." With that he leaned forward again and started to kiss Ronans neck. He didn't leave any marks, he didn't dare to, not here in Alster, not in this setting, not with all those people around, but he also couldn't help moving his hands over Ronans body and his lips over the skin on his throat. He was enchanted by him and slowly something more carnal would take over the last rest of his mind he put together so carefully just minutes ago.

    • "Did I? Yes I did." There was laughter escaping from those pale lips of his and he felt like he'd been caught redhanded. Well, he'd been just that and there was no denying it, no chance for him to actually explain that he was trying to find a good excuse for the predicament he was in and Caelan, of all people, was making it so damn hard for him to just make one single right decision. It felt like torture coursing through his body, it felt like pain in his veins and the thin veil that had been obscuring his sight for so long was far from lifted. The truth wasn't found anywhere close to them, not here or in another room - they both wanted pieces of one another, wanted to be with one another forever and yet there was nothing they could give each other. Not a single piece, even if they had already shared books and clothing, everything would eventually find its way back into the hands of the original owner and when that was the case, all of this would have been in vain. "Bold, are we?", he chuckled, but the blush on his face was hard to hide - Caelans words didn't make that miserable life of his any easier, just brighter and Ronan knew - for a fact - that he felt invigorated, that he felt slightly more alive than he had been before.

      "I was just trying to get your attention!", he called out, offended by the implication that he'd possibly meant to offend. And while he was who he was, Ronan had thought that his boyfriend had known if he was playing games with him or not. "You aren't, my hands are fine", and yet he could ask for the powder, but that would mean he'd have to tell the blonde he was actually in pain and if he did that, their shared moment was over and they'd find themselves back in the hell they'd already been in once before. "No sleeping! How dare you even assume that?" Why was he the one getting excited, ending up having goosebumps from every single touch and why did they feel so good to begin with? Shame on everything, shame on himself, Ronan felt weird and it was all Caelans fault, wasn't it? Why was he flaring up with desire, why was he making his head spin and his mouth dry? "Mark me", he insisted instead, as if that was going to help them think of something better, something coherent. Ronan of Alster was, by definition, not only horny but also willing to risk something - his dignity. Here he lay, sprawled out on his bed, wrested out of half of his clothing and this close to be devoured by his fellow noble who - if gazes could kill - would have probably made his heart stop more than once. "It's fine", he reassured the blonde, moving his hand and stroking his lovers back. "I want this, I want you - and I want to do whatever you want me to do. My wrists are fine, and I'll heed your words, so tell me Caelan, what do you wa-! AH!" Gods, what was that? Not pain, that noise sounded embarrassingly like a moan - goddamnit. Was a kiss enough to rile him up?
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "If we try something like that, I want it to be perfect, does that sound stupid?", he asked Ronan. Somehow those books and the time apart from his boyfriend made him more curious and more confident than he was back in the hut, but this still was the wrong moment, wasn't it. Could they even really enjoy anything as tired as they were? Well Caelan was actually quite fine, but Ronan needed to sleep already, but he didn't want to as it seemed. "Didn't you want me to say stuff like that? And now you are blushing!", Caelan answered grinning and leaned forward once more to kiss Ronans throat. He still wondered what to do with him and instead of getting a reward he was rewarding Ronan with his touches and kisses and yet this was exactly what he wanted. He wasn't able to keep his hands off of his boyfriends body and he didn't want to just lie down and let Ronan do whatever he wanted, even though Ronan maybe had enough already. It had been so long that he was able to touch him and his skin felt godly under his hands, so soft and cool.

      "I know, you'd never be really mean to me...", Caelan smiled, Ronan received one more kiss. "You always say you're fine...", he murmured, his hands still brushing over Ronans body, his side, his chest, every inch. "I think you want this more than I do..." A chuckle escaped Caelans throat and as he finally wrested Ronan free of his shirt, he continued his kisses farther down, kissed his collarbone and his chest, he tasted his body and as soon as Ronan insisted that Caelan should mark him too, he lifted his head. "If you insist master...", he mumbled, though he left the role of the obedient puppy a long time ago. He leaned down and bit Ronans chest, maybe a little bit too hard. He started sucking on the spot which was easily to disguise by a shirt and after he was done, he faithfully kissed and licked the spot a little while, as if to help heal it. Hearing Ronan moan like that was utter bliss, Caelan wanted more of this, although he made him pant before already. "Then you might as well continue what you started...", he whispered, his voice trembling a little bit, longing. He was the one that grabbed Ronans hand before his boyfriend could do anything himself and he slipped it into his pants and as soon as he had said what he wanted he was plastering Ronans throat and chest with kisses again.

    • „No it doesn‘t ... and ... I‘d want it to be romantic too“, he admitted. While Ronans mind was clogged up with thoughts, occupied with desires for the blonde and his touches, wanting nothing more than to have those rough, calloused hands all over his small frame, tearing him to shreds as best as the blonde could. Ronan wanted nothing more than this, wanted nothing more than his boyfriend to dominate his every thought and that was, what he was getting, simply because Caelan desired him equally ad much. „Go on, I want to be praised and loved some more“, he mumbled, trying to bite back any exasperated groans and mewls that wanted to creep out of his throat. Caelan of Fhaergus was killing his fellow noble, fair and square, but the warmth and desire that had pooled around his stomach and Ronan feared that he wasn‘t granting Caelan release but being the one that was going to get riled up again and then ruin those pants of his - hell be damned if he did, then he‘d have to find new clothes, but at least they didn‘t ruin their bed sheets like they‘d done in Kilead - and there were plenty of fresh ones he could grab either way.

      „That‘s because I‘m fine, don‘t worry that pretty little head of yours“, he mumbled. Actually, his wrists were just numb right now but the dull pain coursing through it was enough to remind him of his misdeeds - it was weird to say the least. „We both want this, lets be real.“ Did they? Caelans touches felt divine, burned itself into every patch of his skin - and he would be unable to rid himself of the ghastly touch that remained, wanting more than he could have and more than Caelan could give him. This was a shame, a mistake of sorts and then again, he gave not a single damn about anyone elses opinion. He paused, his breath halted and the air got caught in his throat as Caelan sucked one of the spots, bit him, marked him - made him his like he wanted and it felt so, so good. Pure and utter bliss, desires merged with one another and a moan, loud and languid, left his lips and Ronan felt embarrassed, so, so embarrassed. „I‘d be a bad master if I didn‘t reward your for being a good puppy, you‘re right“, he retaliated and accepted his hand being guided, starting to stroke the blondes erection eventually. Caelans deeds, kissing him and nibbling on him, giving him what he wanted - it all culminated in him being unable to focus, wanting nothing more than to do ... what, exactly? “Slow down, puppy”, he grumbled, continuing to stroke his boyfriend, his pace not being rhythmical at all - this was Caelans fault. “You’re too eager.”
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "You want more... praise...?", Caelan asked between the kisses and asked himself, if touching him the way he did wasn't enough. He couldn't keep his hands off of his boyfriend that should have been prove as to how much he thought of him and of nobody else. This was all Ronans, Caelan was Ronans, his thoughts were not jumping to any of the girls he had, or to any other guy and thinking about it made him wonder once more if he simply was cursed or Ronan cast a love spell on him. They both didn't believe in any of that, but maybe they should. For a moment Caelan stopped his kisses and looked past the blonde strands of hair that fell into his face. "You're hot!", he straight out said, praising Ronan just like he had wanted and right after he leaned forward again to bite his throat and started to leave a mark there too, Ronan asked him to and he delivered. As he was feeling now his caution went out the window, he just wanted to be close to Ronan and if he wanted a hickey he got one, even on a spot anyone could see it eventually. "I love you... and I missed you so much..." It was comical that he realized this fact even more now that he actually got a hold of his boyfriend and he had told him it was fine to not let him sleep just yet.

      "I want this, yes... I want you for weeks now...", he mumbled. "I want to kiss you.", he said after hearing Ronan moan and did exactly that, he kissed Ronan for several minutes and as he leaned back, his big hand was resting on Ronans tender chest to hold him down, to pin him to the spot he should stay at. Caelan took a moment to look at him, his heart already beat faster and he could feel Ronans fingers getting to work, making his own cheeks flare up and his mind even more clouded. "That's what you get for leaving me alone for weeks and then... teasing me... like before...", he wheezed, biting his lip right after. There was still some common sense in him left, that told him he shouldn't make a noise, not too loud at least. If Ronan was moaning in his own chambers, well that was fine, wasn't it? But another man had no business moaning there, not at all and Caelan was pretty sure he wouldn't be mistaken for a girl. "Don't you want me to... kiss and... touch you?", he asked, still not moving his hands or his lips over Ronans body, but instead the knee which was placed between Ronans legs moved forward, softly pressing against his crotch, Caelan had lost his mind already, hadn't he?

    • Ronan was helpless, he felt like he’d fallen prey to a wolf and yet, he was supposed to be the hunter, not the hunted. Strangely enough, this all came at the expense of his own pleasure, not his boyfriends, who seemingly gave up on even trying to gain something out of this for himself - instead, he seemingly wanted nothing more than to ruin him, give him kisses and leave marks on that body of his, on his pale skin, beneath his shirt and invisible to anyone that would just cast him aside after a quick glance. Ronan knew he was way too riled up after a few kisses, hungering for more than he was given and he rode high on a sphere of desires, of uncombated glee and and ecstasy that had found its way into his bloodstream. The longer Caelan kept this up, the worse it would get and he feared that it would tip him off, without him having done enough for his boyfriend. “I-I’m hot!?”, he asked, confused and finally had his facade crumble off of his face. There was nothing but pure embarrassment, written all over his face and there hadn’t been a thing, save for the absolute bewilderment he was feeling. Well, was he hot? Handsome? Or was he cute? God, he wanted to hide his face but his hands were busy with something ... else. Another moan escaped his lips, this time more muffled. “I missed you too, so much.”

      Ronan felt like he was done giving commands, he was suddenly more up to receive them and he wanted absolutely nothing more than to please Caelan - he upped the pace, stroked his boyfriend’s dick faster than before and he wondered how it would feel to actually have him inside of him - and how sinful it was to even imagine that. “Being without you is so, so nervewracking”, he insisted, gasped for air, received a kiss and thereafter gasped for more. Ronan was weak, by now his knees felt like pudding and the simple, wanton desire that sparked up in his throat, died down - he wanted Caelan to be in control now, no longer the puppy he’d wanted him to be earlier. “I’m sorry for teasing you, I’m so so sorry, please mark me some more so I’ll learn my lesson, please”, he asked, full of desperation and lusting for nothing more than the simple touch he’d just urged to slow down - he wanted Caelans skin on his own, wanted his lips on his body, bruising that pale, spotless skin of his and ruining it like he’d ruined his boyfriends. As Caelan pressed his knee against his crotch, a sudden surge of electricity felt like it had coursed through his body - and he leaned into the blondes goddamn touch, moaning while he did, pressing his own crotch against his knee. His fingers, still languidly stroking Caelans dick in his pants, were trembling and he barely was able to remain composed. “Please, please, please keep touching me. I love it, please Caelan”, god, he was desperate, nothing more than hungry and desiring of a reward. “Please, Caelan, please fuck me to your hearts content.”
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Caelan was pretty sure that the bath they both took would prove useless sooner or later and yet there was no chance of him stopping as long as Ronan let him continue. He was hungry for more, he had waited to see him again for so long, without anything to replace Ronans touches. He really, really had planned to just go to sleep after a nice hot bath, he really wanted to just hold him and let him sleep, so he was fit for tomorrows tournament and he really wanted to spare his wrist from any more action that was unnecessary, but now Ronan had done it and Caelan gave him all the blame for the situation right now. Caelan didn't want to stop anymore, he wanted more. "You are. Why are you surprised... do you think I would touch you like that if I didn't think that?", Caelan asked and lifted up his head to watch the confusion in Ronans face for just a second. A sly grin appeared on his face as he leaned downwards again to kiss Ronans throat and neck and to whisper in his ear. "I love the shape of your body... your pale skin... your dark hair in contrast, I love your taste and now that I saw it up close, I can also safely say I'm satisfied with what you got further down. Who would have thought that such a tiny man would be competition for me in terms of size...?", he whispered in his ear, knowing that this would just embarrass him even more. It was almost weird to say but it was the truth and he wanted to see Ronan blush even more.

      Caelans whole body started to tingle and he couldn't quite concentrate anymore, Ronan was picking up the pace and Caelan muffled a moan with biting Ronans shoulder instead. His head felt heavy and his arms were starting to tremble, struggling with his own body weight. "You're sorry...?", Caelan asked with a grin on his face and shook his head. "Wouldn't marking you be a reward instead of a punishment? Well... whatever...", he leaned towards Ronans throat once more, biting and sucking on different patches of skin mercilessly, all the while gasping for air in between and letting out muffled moans that only reached as far as to touch Ronans skin and be absorbed by it. Ronans desperation and lust made Caelan almost loose his mind as well and he couldn't stop his mind from showing him those imaginary pictures he had drawn in his head while reading those books, only that he imagined Ronan in place of the figure in the book. Now Ronan even was urging him to... "Didn't we want it romantic...?", he grumbled almost as if he was mad at the tender man that lay under him, mad for suggesting something he couldn't say no to if this continued. He even felt how Ronan moved his hip, pressing himself against Caelans knee like that and it made him want to please him once more, although this should have been his turn, according to Ronans plans anyway. "Have you deserved so much attention?", he asked, slowly moving his knee in circles, there was no way this felt good enough for Ronan, it would just rile him up even more, maybe making him loose his mind was better than actually pleasing him. Caelan already could barely take his eyes off of Ronans face. Maybe he could give him some tasks, or he just used his hands to... no they'd have so much more time, for now... "Undress.", he demanded and already started to get rid of his own pants, he couldn't take this much longer himself anyway.

    • A promise was a promise and while Ronan had almost insisted they'd spend their time waiting for a better moment to do this, they were already breaching that. Staying composed wasn't easy, especially if they'd spend so much time wanting one another but being unable to have each other - unable to put their hands onto someone else than themselves and indulge in the finer things in life. Ronan was, without a doubt, burnt out from the mere thought of having to let go again anytime soon and truth be told, he didn't want to annoy Caelan with those fears of his - instead, he couldn't even form a coherent thought himself. All of his mind felt like it had been bombarded with and occupied by pleasure; he was unable to resists the blonde any longer and the continued praise, showering him softly like raindrops that landed onto pale skin, made this even worse. "I- ... no ... but ... it feel good", he explained, happy about being praised, albeit seemingly embarrassed and not up to the task. If anyone heard Caelan say things like that, stuff that Ronan thought were impossible to direct at him, they'd report all of this to his father - but there was no one but himself and his lover and there had not been a single chance for him to do anything but enjoy this. "Tiny?", he yelped, almost like a hurt dog, as soon as Caelan talked about his frame. Then, he had no chance to be upset, instead, he was embarrassed and started stuttering nonsense.

      Every touch, as quick and as ghastly as it was, felt like it had been loaded with electricity and was going to hunt him down, make his heart skip a beat or two while he could only watch from behind his eyes, let Caelan do what he wanted with him and contemplated averting his gaze, but never found a single moment to. "I am ...", he mumbled, already gasping for air and unable to explain that situation of his any further, instead, everything that slipped from his mouth were but mere moans, ripe with pleasure and Ronan didn't know why this felt like torture, but it very much did. What had he done to deserve this and more importantly, why was he the one that got all of this and why was there nothing that either of them was actively dealing with? In the end, pleasure drowned all of the things in his head out, desires clung to his skin as he continued to shakily stroke the blonde to give him pleasure, too - it was already unfair for Caelan, wasn't it. "I'm sorry ... I ... please", he formed, his thoughts already an incoherent jumble of words. What was this going to be? His own end or was there nothing he could do, except maybe hope for mercy? Did he actually make Caelan angry now? Well, he couldn't exactly say, but Ronan gulped the sudden knot in his throat down - he was stupid, wasn't he? "I ... I ... I think I do ... please, Caelan.", he stammered - he was back to his unsure, shy self that the blonde actually knew and not the cocky bastard he sometimes could be. Was this all it took? Some demanding words? "... yes ...", he simply responded, removed his hands from the blonde and started to get himself out of his pants, tossed the shirt aside that Caelan had take off of him and tossed the fabric aside, while he watched Caelan do the same. Ronans throat felt dry, undeniably so. "W-What now?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • All of what happened was somehow confusing, yet it made sense and didn't bother either of them. They could switch roles so fast, it was weird, but it only showed that no one was just one person, there were many layers, many thoughts that sometime stood in contrast to each other. Ronan could be demanding and strong and Caelan liked that about him and he was pretty sure, that Ronan felt good being the one in control, the one to order Caelan around and be able to be a little mean to him. Yet Ronan sometimes - like now - was quite the opposite, stuttering and shy, his cheeks red and obedient like he was a little puppy. Caelan liked hearing him plea and beg as much as he liked feeling Ronans hand pull on his hair and the more power Ronan gained, the more Caelan lost it and the same was true the other way around. They were in balance right now, where they not? And it felt good to be anybody that they wanted to be in this very moment. Caelan had to chuckle because Ronan didn't even start to complain, instead he was spouting words that made no sense at all right now, there was no single sentence and Caelan couldn't quite decipher what went on in that beautiful head. "I think you can't handle any more compliments...", he said with a sly grin on his lips.

      Ronan didn't do a a good job with his hand down there, he seemed to forget to actually move more often and when he did he was shaking, his grip loose, then tight again, but Caelan didn't mind. In fact seeing Ronan stutter, tremble and plea under him was enough to rile him up, enough to make him growl even though the touches were merely touching the surface. "Are not I the one that deserved some pleasure?", he asked his selfish boyfriend again, his voice strong, but actually he didn't even care. Still he looked at him almost disappointed and maybe the best course of action was to stop his touches completely, to take away all Ronan desired and have him in return desire it even more, but Caelan didn't feel like being mean right now, he still new Ronan was actually tired - maybe a reason he was so easily led - and he knew he actually was hurt, so he had the liberty to be selfish today. For now he moved off of Ronan and got out of his pants which he should have done from the get-go. Ronan did the same and Caelans blue eyes watched every little movement he made. As soon as Ronan was done, Caelan came closer again and pressed Ronan down on his back again, not only with his hands, but with his whole body. As soon as their crotches met Caelan felt electrified, though he was the one initiating that. He bit Ronan in his shoulder again to muffle any noise he could make and almost like he was punishing Ronan for something, for what though, being hot? Caelan knew he never was this close to him and he had underestimated the effect maybe just a little bit, but he found back to himself before Ronan could say or do anything. He continued pressing his body against Ronans and could feel the muscles of his boyfriend moving under him, on his stomach and further down as well. "You'll be taking care for both of us now.", he whispered in Ronans ear as soon as he found his voice again and it was neither a question, nor a command, he more said it like a straight out fact. He moved away just a little bit, so a hand was able to fit between their two bodies. He grabbed Ronans fingers, still being careful with his wrist and pulled his hand down, forcing it to close not only around Caelans dick, but around his own as well. "And don't dare finishing before me.", he growled.

    • They both wanted too much, too fast - and it showed in the way they ended up behaving. Ronan knew enough to understand most of it, but half of it felt like an absolute blur and the only thing he really could stand up for were his desires for more, for literally anything related to Caelan and for the blonde himself. They were wasting time they could have spent resting, wasting time that felt important for the tournament tomorrow but Ronan couldn’t help it - he felt content the way he was and truth be told, he wasn’t sure if he would want it any other way. His boyfriend was there to love him and thus he fid - and Ronan felt cherished, happy even. What was there that he wanted and why was all of this such a mess, such a pain in the ass when they were apart? If he were a girl, nobody would object to their relationship but like this, they both couldn’t do much but hide their true colors behind smiles and lies, behind the truth that felt so undeniably fucked up. “No ... I can’t!”, he blurted out, already taken aback and no longer able to make out anything amidst those feelings in his head. Ronan had been struck down mercilessly, even if he had allowed himself to fall from grace - there was nothing else he could have done.

      “I’m sorry! I ... I just ... want your attention, please Caelan!” Pleading was everything he knew and it felt almost incredibly stupid that there wasn’t anything else he could come up with, anything more he could put his mind to. Was he really this far up his own ass or had there been nothing but the single thought of his desire for pleasure, permeating throughout his brain and forcing everything else out? There were no clothes that got in their way and yet it felt odd to invite the blonde into this bed, into his very own, undressed and exposing every single scar on his body, something that Ronan barely could make out with those half lidded eyes of his, as well as the fact that there was not much natural light helping him illuminate the object of his desires. A shudder ran down his spine, all over his body, as he felt the blonde and felt his skin and teeth on his lips, heard the grunts of displeasure he was making - Ronan thought he’d die, thought that he’d wound up actually hurting Caelan, but ... that wasn’t the case, was it? “I ... I’m going to be ... doing what?”, he asked stupefied for a second and wondering why that was, only to realize all of this himself soon thereafter. Caelan, looming over him and pressing their bodies against one another and Ronans arm that had found a place between their two bodies. Averting Caelans gaze, wanting to hide the fact that his face like it was aflame, he started stroking both of their dicks against one another, trying to find a steady and nice rhythm for both of them. “I won’t! I promise!”, he almost cried out, desperate to not disappoint his beloved, as he let his other hand wander over Caelans shoulder, holding onto him. “Kiss me, please”, he demanded.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Was it wrong to just give into all of these feelings? Was it wrong to just do what felt right, what felt like was needed? He didn't plan this at all, he really didn't, but now he couldn't help anymore. It was Ronans fault, he didn't want to sleep, he riled him up and he had made the first step, though Caelan didn't stop him. It was both their faults and they stopped caring about anyone hearing them long ago, well at least Ronan did. Caelan still muffled his moans and let them brush against Ronans skin, biting him as if it would help him calm down or be quiet. He was glad they were in Alster and not somewhere else, somewhere others might be in the next room, here they were alone and Ronans parents needed to care about their guests, it wasn't even that late. As for the tournament, this was fair, they'd both be tired the next day, though Caelan often stayed awake much longer in the past, having fun with his friends, only to have a girl in his room afterwards and only sleeping for a few hours, before beating the shit out of Cameron. Caelan looked up once more when Ronan said he really couldn't take more compliments, the way he said it though made Caelan want to say so much more, but he couldn't without letting out some more moans.

      "You're only saying sorry, but are you really?", Caelan asked, after all Ronan wasn't doing much to change anything, though at least he heeded Caelans words. "Don't try to hide...", he mumbled, there was no need for Ronan to hide his face or avert his gaze, Caelans cheeks were probably as red as his were and he panted heavily now that Ronan went to work. It felt so good to not only feel the warmth of his hands, though maybe it was only the thought of what was going on that made it feel like so much more. Caelans arms trembled still, it was hard to not give in and let himself fall down onto his boyfriend, but he had to bend and lean on his lower arms instead of his hands. His fingers searched for support in Ronans hair, grabbed it and dug into it, the fingers of the blondes second hand dug into the mattress. Caelan gave Ronan what he wanted and kissed him, though this wasn't as easy if he was honest. He gasped for air in between, more often the longer it continued, until he thought he'd suffocate if he kept going. "You're doing... too good...", he wheezed and this time he was too slow to bite down any noise, so he moaned directly next to Ronans ear. Every muscle in his body seemed to tighten up, but he fought down any final wave of pleasure that came his way. Ronan wasn't able to simply slow down if he himself got close, after all it also took away from Caelans rising level of pleasure and desire. For some reason Caelan wanted to torture Ronan just a little while longer even if it meant torturing himself in the process. As soon as Ronans breath got heavier than Caelans and his muscles trembled, Caelan pulled on his hair and bit his shoulder to have some pain snap him out of it. Just a little bit more... just until Ronan wanted nothing more as to... as to be free. "B-beg... one more-Ngh!" Goddamn it! He couldn't even speak himself anymore. Just finish it! "Please!" How came he was the one begging now?

    • They were both hopelessly in love with one another and he could only admit that, only support that claim and nothing else - everything Ronan could have in mind would probably be baseless, stupid to even assume and he wondered for a single moment if it was right for him to do that, right for him to lay here and think about how it would be once they were free of their chains and ready to do whatever the wanted. In the end, there was no satisfactory explanation for something like that, only touches, hasty and messy and loving and inexperienced, but they both would make this work, whether they wanted to or not, it was going to end just like that and they both would gain something from anything they did together. Drowning in a pool of pleasure, so steep and yet dangerous, was nothing that he'd counted on today, but truth be told, he was happy that it was happening the way it did and he couldn't have asked for a better time to have it happening. Ronan knew he was a mess, knew they both were a mess, but holding back any longer and being apart from his beloved just for a bit longer felt impossible, just as if it was going to rip him to shreds - it was killing him right now, too - but he'd be able to blame embarrassment for that one.

      "I am! I am sorry, I promise!", he yelped, trying to gasp for air some more. Why would he lie to the blonde when he wanted nothing more than to be cherished some more, commanded himself and given some good loving? Ronan had sworn himself he'd be honest and maybe Caelan would want to hear that, to call him out on any future lies, but he feared that a sentence that long would have him shamelessly moan out every single syllable. "I'm sorry, master!", Ronan sheepishly said and his gaze slowly wandered back to his beloved, his eyes were glued onto him and he hoped, oh he hoped that this was going to end soon. He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt Caelans hand in his hair and enjoyed the simple touches, the burning spots were their skin touched. This was a sin, no doubt about it, but ... it felt so incredibly good and therefore, he had no chance to actually back out. Moans were cutting their conversations short for sure. "T-Thank you ...", he mumbled, visibily embarrassed and wondering - was this really going to give him the confidence boost he needed or was it all just a game, the one he'd insisted on losing this time around, to let his boyfriend prosper? His hand upped the pace, sweet moans escaped his lips as the blonde pulled on his hair, as he felt teeth come down on his shoulder and he slowed down the pace, hoped to not cum before he was allowed to. "Please, please ... let me come, master", he pleaded, biting his lower lip - he just wanted to pass out after this, but right now, waves of pleasure were crashing in over him. "Please ..."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.