sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

Ronan was the one that had never done anything like this - unable to confess his feelings to a man and unwilling to just take a woman back to his room, to spend time with someone he didn't find attractive to begin with and eventually slip into bed with her. This was a direct contrast to what he should be doing - he was laying here, with a man, staring up at his exposed but well-trained body and all he really, truly, wanted was, that Caelan would put his hands onto him and never let go - that Caelan left marks on his body, one too many, and made him remember that he belonged to him and him alone. "But you did, at least this time", Ronan hummed, content with what had just happened. Was this all he wanted? Or did he desire something else, something different? Of course, he couldn't and wouldn't blame Caelan, declared him too inexperienced and unwilling in his own way, rather than stuck up and hopeless. "You aren't, really. Sorry if I did", he murmured, as the hand on the nobles shoulder started moving, drawing small circles over the place it was resting at and stopping sometimes, mainly because Ronan wasn't in fact sure what he'd actually do. "I don't have any interest in throwing you away. You're mine now, why would I let you go?", he chuckled, but he meant it - he wasn't keen on sharing Caelan, especially now that he had him by his side.

"Mainly you and how to please you", was his answer, as blunt as ever and probably as expected by Caelan as the rest of his actions - so more out of the left field, where he couldn't exactly see what was going on. "See? You don't have to take someone back to your room because society expects it, you know? Do whatever you want, just like I do", Ronan murmured, a soft smile on his lips and there wasn't much else he could do before there was more warmth in his stomach and rough lips on his own, wanton kissing him and desiring more than he was currently willing to give. The numbness in his fingertips had dissipated, the warmth had filled him already - and yet, Caelan was doing nothing more than giving him his attetion, partially at least, and letting him know that he'd cherish him as long as he'd command him to, as it seemed. As their lips parted, Ronan licked over his own - Caelan tasted sweet, like red wine, like strawberries - and he himself probably too, but it was enjoyable to say the least. "And yet I'm here, being kissed by you and you're the one that needs and wants commands from me, don't you?" And thus, their lips met yet again, as if they both were hungry and insatiable for one another, for the feeling that they invoked in each other as they tried their earnest to show themselves that they were more than their husks, that they chased after all these feelings, wanting more than one could give. Ronan kissed Caelan back, raised his head and upper body a little bit and escaping out of the grasp on his neck, sending shivers down his spine, as he held himself up by wrapping his own arms around Caelan. Again, he tried to pry the others mouth open just a little bit, to feel the weird sensation of his tongue on his own and as he finally let go, pulled away to gasp for air and let himself fall back, let go of Caelan, there was barely a small string of saliva, connecting them for a while. "Help me", he complained, as he started to fumble with his own shirt - it was unbearably hot.

Like electricity, as if he were being shocked - Caelans touch was akin to that, gave him what he wanted and freed him from his own pain. Ronan knew that it hadn't been a mistake to get both of them drunk, to lie down onto his bed and do whatever he wished for - he liked it, liked that the air he was welcoming in his lungs stung for a little bit, as he was trying to return to reality, to a place that didn't want to have him anyway, because Caelans hazy form was weird enough to look at. "Better than friends should", he croaked, his throat dry and his anticipation high enough to fell him in one swift motion, to declare him the loser of this battle and his lust the winner - to tell him that he was nothing more than a lost cause and while it was important that h'ed concentrate on what was important, he had let go all of these thoughts. Caelan made him feel so good, made him all giddy and riled up, he barely could resist himself and not do something even more stupid than he already was. "Yes, I would never hurt you intentionally - that's the truth!" Ronan still hated lying, but once or twice in his life, he had to, just to ensure he was truly living and not going to be beheaded soon, though, if someone ran in on them now, they'd both be dead meat. "I'm drunk, just like you are and as long as we are, we can say whatever we want ... though, I still don't want to share you!", Ronan laughed, heartfelt at that.

"I can't be the only one that gets to feel good tonight, or can I?", he asked, knowing all too well that this conversation had strayed from any path that it was supposed to follow - there was no virtue to be found in their stupid words and no sanctuary for them, once they were done with committing their sins, but as far as he knew, this ... happened. Not, that he had ever acted upon his urges in the last seventeen years, but this just had transpired and he was not as drunk as he'd like to be, if he was honest - full of bliss and content with his actions, yes, but they both could ease up just a little bit. "Use my like you see fit, then. Like a toy, if you please", the young noble brought over his lips, a sly smile followed. Ronan would be the last person that cared whether or not he was being used, even if it stung in the end, right now, Caelan was making him happy - too happy - and he wouldn't mind being hurt, or even ripped to shreds. Now that they had exchanged plenty of kisses, Ronan wondered way too much about what was coming next - about what he was to do next, but all of it shouldn't matter, until there was no Caelan to touch him and no warmth pooling in his stomach, no burning heat radiating from his usually freezing skin - no. "When am I wrong?", he asked, silently, knowing well enought that his guesswork hadn't been flawless from the getgo, that much was for sure. Now, as he had to stare upward again, fix his gaze onto his object of affection, he wondered what it'd be like to have scars of his own, having his skin branded by the world for his mere existence - and he couldn't find a single answer, except tracing over Caelans with his own, just for a moment. "I'm a little kitten now? Well, suit yourself, puppy." His eyes wandered as those hands were back on him, touching his body over and over again and complying to his demands - just as if he truly were Caelans master, but that's something he didn't want. "I wonder how it'd sound like if you screamed my name in bliss ...", he murmured, as he helped peel himself out of his shirt and discarded that on the floor as well, clumsily shoving some of the cards from earlier off the bed as well. "Hm, what do I do with you? Do you want a reward?"

"If it's just me, then I'd consider this another success", Ronan responded. He was unsure, of course Caelan could say whatever he wanted and could potentially do whatever came to mind, but reality was, that they both were drunk and if push came to shove, they'd have a hard time to begin with. Their door was merely closed, not locked and their bodies were exposed - there was, in fact, no denying of what they were doing and whereas Ronan could claim - especially in front of Caelan - that all the things he did and said were because he was drunk, nobody else would buy that. That was, what was very clear and they both had to accept that, whether they wanted to or not didn't matter, especially not for stuff like that. "Oh, I did - looking at you from afar was nice and all, but this is even better", he chuckled, very much aware that this was not what he'd set out to tell Caelan today. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he was supposed to ever tell him, to let his mouth run like an endless stream of water - the future Duke of Fhaergus could only be his sweetheart for so long, not an eternity that seemingly never was going to pass. For now, he sat there - barren and exposed, for Caelans and only Caelans eyes to see. "I sound like a hypocrite now, don't I? I ... wasn't actually thinking we'd get this far, I just wanted to spare you from running into your friend and that boring girl from earlier - but who knew riling you up is that easy? Anyways, do you even feel used by me? I swear, this wasn't my intention!", Ronan blabbered.

Both of them were at fault for pushing one another around, causing them to end up in this situation. Both wanted more and Ronan wasn't the only one that had gotten red, the only one that grinned out of enjoyment and whereas there were no lips on him to kiss him, he didn't mind. "Weren't you the one that wants me to scream your name? I don't care if anyone hears us", he chuckled, knowing very well that - if anyone found out that they both seemingly were about to sleep with one another - they'd lose their heads faster than they'd be able to make up a viable excuse. Ronan struggled at first, but now that they sat there, completely naked across from one another, he felt somewhat embarrassed about it - did Caelan really like that body of his? It had nothing to offer except for porcelain white skin and barely anything else - he was thin, his skin was soft and compared to Caelan, he probably wasn't even looking like much of a man. Though, why was he even bothering with that? Because he actually had let his vision dip downward and had seen too much? Or just because their bodies softly brushed against one another, as he sat there and was about to make himself useful? Whatever it was, Ronan let his lips wander, kissed Caelan on his own once more, to tentatively shut him up, and then went from his cheek, down to his jawline, to his neck, to his shoulder and stopped at the collarbone. First, he place a short kiss on it, then bit it softly, liked over the spot and essentially put his lips back onto it, kissing it yet again before sucking on the spot for a short moment, whereas his hand wandered downward as the fellow noble had thrust his hips upward - Ronan chuckled as he let go of the patch of skin, now sporting a dark red spot. "My, you're an eager one, aren't you?", he giggled, instead placed another kiss on Caelans throat before he repeated what he'd done just seconds earlier to another spot on him - Ronan wanted to leave non-permanent marks, as many as he could. His hand, however, was pretty much busy just touching Caelan and ever so slightly stroking his dick - Ronan was, in fact, still embarrassed that he even touched Caelan. "Do you? No. Guess it's time to give it a try - if you want me to."

"Uh, maybe? Did I make it sound like that? If so, I'm sorry", Ronan sighed and, albeit he wanted to be convinced that all of this had happened because of Caelans own accord, the alcohol didn't help any of them - they both were bound to fuck up somewhere along the way, if not bound to figure out that they actually didn't want what they had, or did they? Nothing would be able to truly help him out of this mess, he was acting upon his own urges and trying his best to figure himself out, but in the end he did nothing more than to probably hurt them both. What would happen if he couldn't keep up with the good mood he was in, but instead came crashing down and suddenly panicked for no good reason? Caelan wouldn't exactly understand why or how, so Ronan banked on the idea that the good mood wouldn't dissipate anytime soon, instead he remained cheerful and enjoyed every single bit of attention that his body was getting, as unsightly as he thought it was. "It's not something you think about all day or that often, you know?", he said, but before he could, there was the same sentence again - he was talking, way too much for anyones intoxicated brain to process. Nothing more than pesky words escaped his thin lips and nothing more than a sly grin was on his lips as Caelan kissed him once more to shut him up. "I'll refrain from getting all philosophical again, but ... I'd never use you, I'm having fun with you and you're having fun with me."

"One way or another, even if you have to gag me with something", he giggled. No, Caelan probably wouldn't find something he could actually use in here, unless he stripped the sheets off of one of the pillows, or ripped apart one of their shirts, which - by all means - probably was not the best approach to these things. As much as Ronan was drunk, he still wanted those hand around his throat and neck, wanted them to touch him wherever they could and press down as hard and tight as Caelan managed, to cut off his air supply and just feel what it truly felt like to see stars. Maybe they could do that once they left, went to his hutch - as long as Caelan would play along, that was. "No, I'm fine - I just thought about something stupid, that's what alcohol does to your brain anyway", but he didn't disclose more than that. Instead, his everbeating heart was almost everything he heard, but there wasn't much more except for the blondes breathing or the general ruffling of his sheets beneath them, as he inched ever closer, shifting his weight around. "Hit the nail right on the head, huh? Good to know - I won't let you off the hook so easily", would he now? Ronan was always trying to act though, to give himself no credit for the work he had done because he knew, deep down, that all of this was nothing more than a charade that everyone was playing and that no matter how Caelan reacted, he'd blame it on the alcohol eventually and throw him away like an used tissue. Why worry about all that now, though? He had other stuff to do, had to marr Caelans body in lovebites and hickeys as it seemed, and yet he only had time to make a few on them - on his throat and neck, on his collarbone and one on an almost random patch of skin on his shoulder. "Enjoy yourself - if you can, that is. I'm nervous, just a tiny bit, too be honest", the young noble admitted, his throat equally dry but his eyes glazed with curiousity and lust, clouded with desire to begin with. "Yes, yes I do want this - I'm not forcing myself to anything. What about you?" Asking these kinds of questions, right about now, felt as if they were surreal and like they'd been voiced at the wrong time, but instead, Ronan licked his lips, let Caelan feel him up some more. His own hand, which had ample time to rile up Caelan even more, moved to his upper thighs instead and pressed down there, to give himself support as he inched backwards - the pose alone was already ridiculous, which was why he had a better idea. "Hm, I mean, I could kneel on the floor ..."

"Good", was everything that escaped his throat. Ronan didn't know what he'd done if Caelan had told him that he, in fact, was nothing short of an embarrassment to him - if he actually was just fooling him. Instead, he mustered up the courage for a smile and was almost certain that this was where the roads would take him, if all went well - right back into Caelans arms, whenever he wanted to be with him. Somehow, it felt bad to drag him away from his friends and decide to steal him, to make him his own, but Ronan couldn't care less about what others thought - the young noble was his and his alone, even if only for tonight, Ronan could command him to do his bidding whenever he desired, they both had agreed to that. Never had he felt like this - his heart beating violently, his own breath rugged and uneven, his skin burning and his vision blurier than it should ever be; and all of this was because a few droplets of wine had found their way into his system and had told him that he was, indeed, nothing short of a desperate man that desired someone who wasn't into him. "And who would have thought that Caelan of Fhaergus was gay?", he retaliated, but was shut up by another kiss - and promptly kissed back, biting into Caelans lower lip, before letting go of him. Yes, he was shy but ... this was an exception. "I might just know what", he laughed, very much aware that he shouldn't talk about it like this. Well, any of the bed sheets would be usable to some degree, or one of their ripped up shirts, but this was out of question. If they destroyed something in his hutch, who cared? Well, maybe his conciousness, but that was about it - if they ruined something that didn't belong to them, one would question their ethics and why exactly they were acting like this. Another kiss bettered his slowly declining mood and he giggled, just like a little girl that had been called pretty. "No, it'll ruin the mood. Tomorrow", were his words. Ronan didn't want any of the gloomy talk, didn't want to think about something else and his hazy vision did wonders in denying him a good look at his liaison. His head was heavy, but he was about to fix that and if that meant feeling the cold floor under his knees, so be it. "I could tie you up and tease you all night long, if you prefer that. One might say, I'm pretty good at that", and that wasn't a lie, for once. Ronan had practiced what he'd want one to do to him, had to figure out things with shitty ropes and equally shitty instructions - and never had anyone to lend him a hand. Maybe his sole goal for tonight was utterly destroying Caelan, but who could say that for sure?

"Don't worry, puppy. I'm fine." Seeing Caelan out of breath was weird and oddly arrousing. Was that all that he could feel? Pure lust, just because he gazed upon his object of affection? "I'm just trying to figure out something that's comfortable for both of us, so shush - let me do this." Now Caelan was the one that was desperate and demanding and Ronan crawled out of the bed, waited patiently for the blonde to find a comfortable position for himself and, as much as he thought he knew about all of this, he realized, this was just ... him reading things, not actually doing them. Ronan gulped, got on his knees and pushed apart Caelans legs just a little bit more to be able to get more comfortable than he already was - what was he going to do now? Ah, well, whatever he wanted, no? "You know, from down here, you're way taller than you need to be", he giggled, just to rid himself of the tingling nervousness and the very apparent feeling of the cold creeping back into his body, just because he had touched the floor boards. Without furthe ado, Ronan stopped caring all that much and - as if he'd realized he, in fact, was drunk and should be unable to think straight and should stop worrying. Ever so slowly, he put his lips onto Caelan's dick and just decided that, no matter what he was going to do, it would end in a mess - thus, he took the tip into his mouth, gave it a tentative lick - and slowly moved downward, avoiding eye contact with Caelan from down here and instead focusing on the mess he'd gotten himself into. They were too close for comfort, and Ronan yet had to figure out what was right for them, but as soon as he pressed his tongue flat to the underside of Caelans dick and bobbed back and forth, he wondered if this was what he really wanted and if this was, what made his body tingle all that much? He couldn't help himself, only had warmth pooling in that stomach of his and knew that if he took in all of Caelan, he'd probably choke on that thing - but for now, he'd found a rhythm and a pace that wasn't as horrible as he'd originally thought, that wasn't extremely fast or way too slow for both of them. His face felt hot and his stomach equally, as if the embarrassment had settled deep within him already, but in reality, Ronan knew that he didn't want to pull back now, that this actually was, what he had desired - and that his hands were digging into Caelans thighs, while his - way too sharp teeth - occasionally but only slightly grazed the others dick. He hadn't shown these to Caelan yet, did he now? Well, there'd be no use for them anyway.

Would anyone even be surprised that Ronan of Alster was the one that got on his knees, in front of a fellow noble, wearing nothing and sucking him off? Probably not, he'd usually not drag a girl back to his room, let alone actually think about feeling her up or even be as ridiculous as to sleep with her - maybe he didn't have the courage to go against his own desires, or he was too much of a chicken to actually lie to himself about something like that. "Neither did I, and yet, here you are", he giggled. Alcohol wasn't what defined them, but their actions did and those spoke almost for themselves - this was nothing short of being a sinner, committing more than just a crime, but being left by the gods as well. Ronan was, by all means, not the most religious person, but he already could here the kind of things that one might scold him for - that he couldn't do this, just because he felt like it and that he, sure as hell, couldn't corrupt Caelan of Fhaergus as well. "Mhm", there was no place for many witty for long remarks, not like this and not here or right now, but he had all the time in his life later on. "Shut it, you talk too much", was, what he could managed to hiss between his movements after all - even though it sounded slightly garbled and he was uncertain whether or not he was actually understood.

"Hmph." Talking to Caelan wasn't much fun when one couldn't reply, only had the chance to pinch the flesh of his thighs and Ronan was sure that this would be the extent of their conversation - unless, Caelan got demanding, which he probably would be. Right now, he was the one in charge, even if he had sunken to his knees and was busy pleasuring his so-called affair, not wasting a single thought on anything else but making him feel good - or was he not? Truth be told, the black haired noble was unsure himself - bobbed his head back and forth, occassionally teased Caelan a bit more with his tongue, or by actually scratching his thighs a little bit. Ronan himself felt good enough, his body burning and his head dizzier than before, resulting in an even blurier vision than anticipated and his focus not drifting up from the ... topic at hand. He loved hearing the ragged breathing, the small trembles and spikes of pleasure that seemed to make Caelan wince, but he didn't scream - didn't moan, not even once. That was, sort of, disappointing - and maybe also the reason why Ronan had decided to add just a tad bit more of his teeth, scraping against Caelans dick ever so often. Once he had thought that all of this was over soon, he found one of Caelans hand to be digging themselves into his hair, to loosen that hairtie of his and discard it, so he could grab a fistful - and thus, his own breathing was ragged, as spikes of pleasure found their way downward and Ronan thought that this was, what bliss was like, giving him goosebumps and his flushing skin experiencing another burning hot sensation, from a single, simple touch. There was a slight resistance at the back of his head too and he didn't dare to rip his head away, not now, but instead just pleasured Caelan as good as he told - and eventually let him cum, without even thinking twice about it. Ronan pulled away, somewhat teary-eyed and ever so slowly - theoretically, he should spit it out, but instead, he decided to swallow it - well, most of it anyway. "Satisfied?", he asked, still kneeling before Caelan of Fhaergus - theoretically, he should be, as much as Ronan theoretically wasn't, but some hair pulling wouldn't be enough to make him come, anyway.

Everyone had their beliefs - Saoirse believed in the gods and how horrible they could be, Darragh believed in his right to hate whoever he desired and Ronan was the one that decided that the only thing that actually existed was fate - and fate was always there, deciding on a whim what it wanted to happen and he had to accept that, couldn't think twice about something, or pull out when he already had started doing something. It was barely possible to even figure out why they all feigned interest in their gods, dragged their own husks back to the church, only to worship someone that was no longer with them - that had never existed. Ronan never understood the concept, even though he didn't dare voicing that, he knew well enough that no god would tolerate him, especially not if their followers were hellbound on killing people like him, publically executing them to remind everyone that they should follow the righteous path and that whatever they felt was wrong if it didn't fit in with the rest of their teachings, that being a man and loving men was wrong and that there would be severe punishment for just that.

Caelan was a tease, made him feel so weak with a few touches and some huffed and puffed words that he barely could bring over his own lips. There was a bitter taste lingering at the back of his throat and a hand to whisk away the little splotches on the corner of his mouth that had been left behind. Ronan still felt like he was ablaze, burning like an undying flame that only got hotter and hotter as time went on and was unable to be stoped from growing more than it already had done. "No need to be", he said, as he whiped those pesky tears from his face, regained control over the situation and was very much aware that he was also still pretty riled up, longing for more than just a few words from Caelan and a simple touch of his own. "Good. So you enjoyed it, that's also good." This meant that he wasn't as horrible as he'd thought, which was probably what prompted him to lick over his lips and grin back at Caelan, almost sheepishly. However, the world tumbled and turned as he found himself, and his hand, being held by Caelan of Fhaergus. "You really ARE a puppy", he sighed, as he finally got up from his knees and sat down next to Caelan, painfully aware that he was the one that had committed one too many sins. "Whatever I want? Hm, first, a kiss and second ... I think it'd suffice if you'd just touch me", he confessed. Ronan didn't want for Caelan to get on his knees and be the one to suck him off - instead, he grabbed one of the lighter blankets and draped it over himself and Caelan. "Do your worst, yes?" Undoubtedly, Ronan was sill very energetic himself, taking his free hand to pinch one of the dark red spots on Caelans upper body already and grinning, almost devilishly. "After all, I can't just show you something you might regret. That's for next time."