sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

"No one would expect you to be the culprit of those.", Caelan grinned. No that was impossible, not with his reputation and not with Ronans general invisibility to others, he maintained for a while now. No one would even think about it, after all this was nothing people did, it was a sin, it was bad and punished by death at the very least, so why would two Lords indulge in any of it, if they have never shown any signs of it? Caelan felt pretty safe about that. "I think I won't have to beg, nor would I need to use a wish to have you kneel before me again.", Caelan grinned pretty confident, so he really had no idea what he should wish for. Maybe a chance arose with time. "You should also practice wearing high shoes, you know? Maybe you can look me in the eye without tiptoeing for once then.", he laughed, knowing all too well that that probably infuriated Ronan, he liked joking around with him.

"Good to know.", Caelan hummed, he'd make good use of that, that was for certain. This morning could have gone wrong if only one of them had acted like nothing happened or the alcohol made them forget. It could have been awkward if they weren't okay with all of that and came clean with themselves and their feelings. Ronan seemed like he admitted to it a long time ago and Caelan generally didn't care about rules and doctrine, but rather about how he felt and he felt good. Deep down he probably knew he was gay before that night, tried to force this urge out of him, because after all he didn't want to be a disappointment to his father. It didn't matter how often he said he didn't care and how little he tried to please him, it didn't matter how far Ronan and he ran to escape their fathers grasps, after all they still were their sons, wanting to be appreciated. "Of course I'll take good care of you!" However, Caelan wanted to be true to himself as he always was and he knew, that those butterflies in his stomach were nothing that would just pass like that, it meant something, namely that Ronan was the one person he wanted to spend his time with. "Whatever room you prefer.", Caelan smiled, but he was pretty sure, that Allards room was close if not next to his. "Maybe we'll better stick with this one.", he said, changing his mind, he didn't want his father to know any of this and he certainly didn't want him to hear something that should stay unheard. Even with a girl he would prefer her room over his own. "I can't go out without a shirt... remember what you told me by the lake.", he chuckled and leaned forward for a kiss. "Hike somewhere? Sit outside? Isn't that dangerous, what if some other couple has the same idea?", he asked, though did he just say that? Calling them a couple maybe was a little premature, though he really wanted to call Ronan his and his alone.

„I wouldn‘t put some of them past them to not believe whatever lie you can come up with“, he retaliated, but it was seemingly unlikely. People would think that Caelan of Fhaergus had enjoyed yesterday night a little bit too much, had dragged a girl back to his room and left it at that, whereas most of them were - most likely - convinced that Ronan was either keeping to himself or maybe he wasn‘t feeling well enough to leave his room. His sickly reputation would probably be the cause why nobody even cared if they saw him or not, they accepted that he was who he was and that it was fine for him to just try and enjoy himself as best as he could, even if he barely ever did. „Oh? Is the puppy full of himself? I don‘t take commands from you, I do what I want“, Ronan hissed, already getting agitated again - Caelan was good at riling him up, even more so over something stupid like this and as if he didn‘t already know that this was but a stupid joke, he fell for it every single time. „Fuck you, Caelan“, the noble answered, his expression twisting into a stern but very much apparent frown.

„I could have been dishonest“, he answered, fought himself out of his fellow nobles grasp and left it at that for now, reaching for the rest of his clothes and putting them back on. Caelan wasn‘t wrong, he would appear taller with some high heels, but it wouldn‘t help him against someone like that, who was way taller from the get go. Once he was wearing all of his clothes, he sat back down on the bed - not before grabbing his boots and dragging them with him. Getting into them was always a nightmare, maybe because he would have to get used to being a few centimeters taller after he wore them, or maybe because they were ... just there to hide some more of his insecurities. Ronan knew that he wasn‘t the tallest, that he wasn‘t the strongest and all of it - eventually - was something that he had to attribute to himself being an insecure mess and nothing more than that. With Caelan around, it felt like nothing of it did matter, but words were still a knife that was being forced into his body and twisted around. „You better do or I‘ll throw you out“, the noble murmured, finishing his task soon enough and getting back up on his feet, only for the dizziness to come rushing back all at once and disappearing seconds after. „Lets come back here, then.“ It was a promise for another meeting they shouldn‘t been having, with ulterior motives that shouldn‘t even be thought about. „Well, but not THAT hideous thing, urgh“, well, it was for the best if Caelan continued to wear his damn shirt, that was for sure. After that, what else was he supposed to do? Just sneak out of here? Well, whatever it was, Ronan walked back up to Caelan and kissed him - wasn‘t that what he‘d wanted before he‘d just left him standing there. „When did I agree to date you? And also, if you make fun of my height again, you won‘t get another kiss - have I made myself clear?“ Did he just chuckle? He sure did.

"I don't have to lie. Just say I was with someone, drank too much and overslept. All of which is true.", he smiled, just leaving out the important parts. If someone asked him with whom he spent his night, he'd just say he never asked her name and that was about it. If pointing at a random girl got Cameron off his case, he'd do it, after all some girl he already had spent a night with would run around somewhere and Cameron would not talk to her anyway, just maybe noting to himself, that he'd better not touch that particular lady. "You know... you wanted to kneel before me yesterday too.", he said with a smirk on his face, looking at Ronan that was so easily angered. Could he actually stand having Caelan around in his little hutch? "Calm down, I'm just teasing you.", he smiled in case Ronan didn't understand that, he didn't want to get rid of him after all.

Caelan watched Ronan fight himself back into his boots, asking himself why he wore something complicated like that, but didn't say it out loud. He himself was already finished, waiting for Ronan to finally dress up too. "I'll camp right in front of your door then.", Caelan smiled, he certainly would if he wasn't let back in. Maybe he'd bring Ronan a deer as a peace offering... he was a puppy, wasn't he? "I'll find you here as soon as I'm finished meeting up with my father and my friends. Maybe my father drags me along with him to meet some people too, so don't worry if I come late, I won't forget about you. Eat without me if you're hungry though...", he smiled, receiving a kiss finally and his stomach started to tingle again. He didn't let go Ronan just like that, grabbed him by his hip and placed his other hand on Ronans chin. "You only make it harder for me to leave...", he said, his voice low and he stole himself another kiss, oh how he wanted to just huddle up in hear together with Ronan instead of doing anything else. "Very clear... you're perfect just the way you are.", he continued, then slowly let go of Ronan, though he didn't want to. Why was it so difficult to just go? usually he'd be out as soon as he woke up. "So, how are we going to do this? Leave apart of eachother? Shall I go first?"

„And you‘re just gonna gloss over the part that you slept with a man. I mean, that‘s not a lie, you‘re right“, Ronan whispered, just to make sure nobody would hear them - or suspect a thing because they were passing by this room and hear this commotion. What it‘d be like if someone found out? They‘d probably not even have time to explain - their death was certain and that was something that Ronan was scared of, maybe also a reason why he had never kissed anyone up until now and why it wasn‘t something surprising to him, that Caelan wanted their secret to be somewhat well kept. „And you wanted me to suck you off, so we‘re both at fault and I‘ll get on my knees when I want to, not because you want me to - I‘m not to be commanded, Caelan“, the black haired youth huffed again and was almost certain that - among mainly muddled up conversations - he had urged Caelan to use him like a toy, the thought alone sufficed to let the blood rush back to his cheeks and have a faint, pink tint. Why now? „I know you are but you‘re so damn mean, too. I‘m insecure, alright?“ When would he know peace?

Normally he wouldn‘t wear those boots, but this was a formal event and they were good for riding, as well as dragging his unwilling body somewhere. Maybe he should dare to get new ones, something that actually and particularly would help making him taller, but not only that, it‘d suffice to actually not have him tiptoe and give him some sort of peace, that he had yet to find. Why was everyone so keen on teasing him anyway? Because he was so easy to anger and even easier to get mad? „Do that, then. Maybe I‘ll let you back inside if I feel like it, we‘ll see about that, though“, Ronan sighed and was very much prepared to let the blonde back inside after an hour or two, because he didn‘t want him to freeze or even feel like he was unwanted. Once they‘d arrive at the hutch, he‘d have to get rid of a considerable amount of dust, probably. „I can wait and also, I too have a few people to talk to, I sadly won‘t be back as fast as you‘d like me to be, but if you‘re patient, I‘ll reward you.“ And then? What‘d he reward Caelan with? Getting back on his knees and just doing what the blonde wanted? No, that‘d just give him more reasons to tease him. Caelans touch still burned through his clothes and Ronan hated it, hated that his body reacted to it and did the blondes bidding, moved as he wanted and even anticipated being kissed back - why was he yearning for this so much? „And you make it hard for me to stay composed“, Ronan sighed, already in a better mood than before and definitely not charmed by Caelan yet again, except, who was he even trying to lie to? „Urgh, that‘s too sweet. Spare me the sugarcoated words for when I‘m drunk, please Caelan“, Ronan almost begged, before eyeing the door, hearing Caelans words. „Can we stay here instead?“

"You're not to be commanded? Except when I use my wish to tell you to, though... I think I'd get you want on your knees if I really tried...", he said with a sly grin and he meant it. The right words, the right touch here and there on Ronans body, maybe he couldn't remember all of last night, but he'd find the spots on Ronans body again, that made him shiver and long for more and if he had to do something for Caelan to get what it was he wanted, then he'd do it... probably. This was fun, Caelan had fun with Ronan, he just needed to be careful not to anger Ronan for real. "I'm sorry Ronan, I'll try to be nicer, okay?", he said and as an apology Ronan received another kiss and a slight brush over his cheek with Caelans fingers. When he moved back again he looked at him chuckling. "Your cheeks are getting red, what are you thinking about?"

Now he cuddled up against Ronan again, still smiling, he didn't want to go and he sure as hell didn't want to be kicked out of Ronans little hutch. "I'll try to be good, I promise. I'll fulfill you every wish, get you a warm and tasty dinner without having to move a finger for it yourself and at night, I'll keep you warm, just like two days ago.", he said proudly, his voice changing almost to a whimpering soon after. "Everything to not be kicked out by you." He was playing yes, he had fun, also true, but he meant all that and while he was surprised himself as to how he acted, he knew he was just being himself and did what felt right in the moment. "A reward? I can't wait!", he grinned all happy, even happier when Ronan said he had a hard time too. Was this how it felt falling in love? His heart pumping faster than usual, the butterflies in his stomach not wanting to leave and he didn't want to be a second without Ronan. "You're easier to deal with when you're drunk!", he chuckled, "But I meant it, I think you're beautiful." Was Ronan playing hard to get again, or was he really not up to hear any charming words or compliments? It was very hard to tell, after all they didn't know each other very well. "Don't ask something like that, or I might actually not go and annoy you the rest of the evening... you want that?"

„I‘m not and trust me, I have enough endurance to not fall onto my knees like a damsel just because you want me to - I may be yours, but not yours to command“, he hissed, knowing well enough that their non-existent match had ended in a draw and they both were at the mercy of one another. This was, in fact, just a dog barking but with no signs of eventually biting his owner - no matter how much he‘d try, he‘d be unable to truly hurt him. „I hope you do or I‘ll have to force some manners into that body of yours, one way or another.“ However, just stabbing Caelan with a fork seemed contra-productive, if anything. What, it not a mess, would this be anyway? They‘d sit here again and giggle about something stupid and that‘d be it eventually, even if that meant that they‘d have to take care of some stuff first. „I ... argh, do you I really have to tell you?“ The only apparent answer was that yes, yes he‘d have to tell the blonde eventually and if the had to, he‘d lose his mind eventually and then come clean with himself that he was at fault for doing this, that this had happened because he was stupid enough to let it happen.

Caelans warm embrace felt good, enjoyable almost and the reason why he got up in the first place had been lost by now. Why did they even force themselves up if they didn‘t want to and more importantly, why had they dressed up if all they wanted was to enjoy themselves a little while longer? „Now that sounds like a proposal. We‘ll see if you can live up to it, though!“ Ronan wasn‘t any better, he was as much of a tease as Caelan was, but truth be told, he didn‘t think he was capable of making jokes that insulted the puppy to some degree and instead, he let his hands wander over Caelans back while he was held. „Hmm, you could use a reward, after all, you were a good puppy up until now, weren‘t you?“, he giggled, but he was also painfully aware that he - in fact - had nowhere to go anyway and while Henry wasn‘t here, there wasn‘t anybody but Caelan to entertain him. Did he have some rope in his hutch? Probably, but it wasn‘t a particularly nice and smooth one - maybe it‘d suffice to keep the puppy down, though. „When I‘m drunk I‘m not only easier to deal with, I‘m also nicer to myself, so yeah, it might be that. But ... thank you for appreciating me, though, I wouldn‘t call myself beautiful or worth looking at“ and while there were butterflies in his stomach as well, this was nothing more than a simple crush that he had on a lost noble that, maybe - just maybe, wasn‘t sure what he wanted. Ronan shook his head, not wanting to succumb to these thoughts again and thus took a step away from Caelan, slowly wresting himself free of the embrace. „Look, I‘d love to but we should not linger here - we‘ll just have more stupid ideas and I could die for some food anyway, so, lets do something that needs to be done and then come back here. I‘d love to ... you know?“ And thus he pressed his hands against Caelans warm chest and onto the shirt, before he unbuttoned one of the buttons. „Don‘t you dare come back in that hideous thing, you hear me?“

"We'll see about that...", Caelan giggled, he really wanted to try and tease him as much as he could, until Ronan would do anything for him and then... he'd probably ask for nothing. It was the game that was fun, not the outcome and after all, Ronan shouldn't do anything he didn't want himself. Trying to be strong was nice, but Ronan had yet to learn that he could always count on Caelan catching him if he struggled, helping him back up, that also meant he'd never hurt him. What was it Caelan found so attractive on him anyway? He was beautiful, Caelan didn't lie about that, but that aside, Ronan seemed almost broken, fragile and easy to break, while or because he endured so much until now. Caelan admired him for that and in a way Ronan of Alster was more true to himself than Caelan had ever been. It was enough with living a life of renounce, Ronan should get what he wanted from now on and if Caelans memory didn't fail him, one of which had been Caelan for a while. "I'd love to see you try...", Caelan murmured still caught up in his thoughts and looking at Ronan as if he was something special, he was in fact to Caelan. "It's alright...", he smiled, no Ronan didn't have to be teased any longer, all he received was Caelan hand on his cheek for a second.

"I won't disappoint you, I promise!", Caelan grinned and enjoyed Ronans touch very much. "At some point I won't do anything without a reward in sight anymore, don't spoil me!", Caelan giggled as well, yet he somehow enjoyed being treated like that. He wasn't entirely sure who the dominant one of both of them was, while Caelan kept teasing Ronan, and could easily hold him in place, Ronan was the one only having to use some simple words to make Caelan do his bidding. Both of them were probably and Caelan at least enjoyed both roles. "Well I think a wish just came to my mind... I'll use it soon enough...", he purred, looking at Ronans body which had nothing to be ashamed of. "You know, I'm not saying all that, because I want to charm you, I already had you in my bed, so there is no need for that. Just keep that in mind.", he grinned, his compliment turned into a tease halfway through and yet this was exactly how Caelan of Fhaergus always had been - a charmer and a tease. Ronans touch made it even harder for him to leave, but he pushed Ronan gently away after all, but left his shirt as it was. "Alright... I'll go now. I'll meet you hear later.", he said, Ronan got one last and very short kiss, then Caelan turned to the door, peeked outside and left for his own room to get a fresh set of clothes.

Caelan was the one struggling as soon as he left Ronans room and the further he went, the more difficult it seemed to get. It wasn't about their night spent together, or his own feelings, but about Ronan who was so different than anyone Caelan knew. All his friends were rather carefree, maybe not all that stupid and rash, but they relaxed a lot and gave a damn about what others thought of them, especially Cameron. Ronan was the opposite, he worried too much and he probably already wondered why Caelan treated him like he did, taking his words to serious and being scared Caelan could leave again. He didn't want that, he didn't want Ronan to feel that way and be scared Caelan changed his mind, because he wouldn't. Maybe he already had teased him too much, pointed at spots which already were weak, letting his shell crumble and let all of Caelan words get to him. He probably needed to be more careful with what he said, it was strange, because he never cared about that.

He was too pushy and clingy, wasn't he? He never felt this way before, never wanted to stay at someones side but now he did and apparently with Caelan it was all or nothing, no in between. He however knew that he could be a handful, that he always was giving something extra in anything he did and Ronan was maybe scared and confused, or thinking Caelan just played with him, which he didn't. Caelan was the one now feeling insecure and scared about loosing what he had gained so suddenly and unexpected. Time was what Ronan asked for, so... maybe the hutch wasn't a good idea, maybe all of this went way to quick, but nevertheless Caelan would tell his father, after all he could also go to Stenz instead or just bid his time somewhere alone, if Ronan changed his mind. Maybe he was the one overthinking now though... and it was exhausting.

Caelan went to his room, got a fresh set of clothes and then washed away the sweat and other body fluids from yesterday, taking a little more time than he usually needed. With a shirt of his own and the hickeys visible on his neck, he went to find his father. He did, pretty fast at that, Allard was talking to some people, laughing and drinking a glass of wine, while Caelans mother had sat down with some friends of her to talk. Allard saw Caelan walk towards him, smiled, though it wasn't real - Caelan knew as much - and grabbed his son on the shoulder to pull him towards him, introducing him to some Lord. Caelan as always smiled as well, was polite and soon enough he found himself in a discussion about the Fhaergus mines and their efficiency. It took his stomach to growl to let him be free of this, the Lord leaving, while his father turned towards Caelan, the smile still present, because after all he could have been seen. "What is it son?", he asked, fumbling around Caelans shirt as if he hadn't stop caring already. "I just wanted to tell you, that I'll come back to Fhaergus maybe a week or two later." "Oh? Why's that?", his father asked still smiling, anyone seeing them or even hearing them in public must have thought they were a perfect, open and loving family. Caelan hated it, but these events gave him the chance of asking almost anything as long as they were in public. "Just visiting a friend." "Cameron?" "Maybe, don't know yet." His father looked at him, thinking obviously but he didn't need his son back in Fhaergus anyway. "Alright. So... a lot of people haven't seen you yet. Come with me." And with that Caelan let himself be dragged around, he even got a plate with some food on it, so his stomach wouldn't make any unwanted noise. It felt like hours when he finally got away. He ate already now, though he wanted to have dinner with Ronan, feeling bad about it he still got another plate, then he was going to act he ate. He also took dessert with him, not as much as the day before though and with all of that he went back to Ronans room.

Or so he thought, he had to run into Cameron, didn't he? He asked him what had been going on, where he was, though judging by how Caelan looked, he already knew as much and asked so many questions, throwing with assumpetions, that Caelan had nothing more to do than agree, bring some stupid jokes which had been fake all along and finally admitted, that he had someone waiting for him again. The question if it was the same girl was answered with a yes and Cameron grinned, because it never happened before. He let Caelan go to his beloved 'or whatever' and probably went to find Orlando and Ethan. The tournament had helped himself win another girl alongside the trophy. Now finally, after he didn't know how much time, he was standing in front of Ronans door, knocking with his boot, because he had the plates in his hand, the food was probably cold by now and Cameron hat snatched some of it too. He was tired although he had slept the whole damn day.

Caelan looked up when Ronan wasn't opening the door, but coming from behind to open it. He pushed Caelan inside before he could even say hello and even took one plate out of his hands... of course the one with the sweets. The door was closed and there they were alone again. "I brought food, where's yours?", Caelan asked, putting the plate still in his hand on the table somewhere. Now what was he going to do or say? Caelan wasn't sure if he could just ask for what he wanted, let alone take it just like that and the feelings from before had made room for something awkward, because he still thought about Ronans words just a few hours ago. To break the ice so to speak however, he just asked: "What have you done until now? I already felt bad for being this late... my father dragged me around for quite some time, but I told him I won't be home for another week or two."

Because he didn't know what else to do, he sat down by the table, though he wasn't hungry anyway and rather shoved the plate to the still free seat across of him. "I'm actually not hungry, sorry. My father kind of forced me to eat already, after my stomach disrupted the conversation.", he said with a say, looking more than guilty. After all he promised they'd eat together and probably both of them were looking forward to it. He already felt Ronan was unhappy, not pleased by his words and unsure what was going on between them and now he ruined their so to speak date, he was really really sorry and he didn't hide any of it. He also was tired for some reason, playing the happy and loving family exhausted him everytime and usually he met his friends right after, or got a bottle of alcohol... or both. Today however he didn't want to drink, he had enough yesterday and he rather spent time with Ronan being by his senses, though he already ruined it as it seemed.

"Ah, don't worry then!", Caelan said, at least he didn't feel as bad now that he already ate. The first thing Ronan did was untying his hair and Caelan watched him from the corner of his eye, simply because all of a sudden he felt bad staring at him. That Ronans father seemed to be the topic all the time with everyone, was probably not improving Ronans mood, but the trip to Ronans hutch was all ready, if they still wanted to. "You know, if you changed your mind about that hutch, about a week with me, then that's fine.", Caelan started, presenting Ronan bluntly with a way out, after all he didn't want to scare him away, or make him feel uncomfortable. Whatever they said yesterday was pretty much meaningless anyway and this morning they still were sleepy, so was it their actual thoughts, or just some effect of the alcohol and tiredness? "If you want me there now, but decide otherwise later, I can leave any time too."

Caelan looked at Ronan as he came closer and was trying to comfort him, though he didn't ask him to and if anything he wanted Ronan to feel better and not himself, yet he was happy about the treatment he got. A faint smile did crawl on his lips after all, Ronan making a joke about Camerons shirt amused him and he let out somewhat of a small puff. Yes this was a shirt of his own and it seemed to match Ronans taste at least. Being touched although only slightly felt nice and he couldn't have been that wrong if Ronan did that, right? "I'm... not, I just thought about what you said before I left, you needing time...", Caelan sighed, but still smiled a little, Ronan did nothing wrong and if he wanted time, then he should have it. "I should be the one asking if I scared you, I'm... I'm always all or nothing, running in open doors, rushing ahead... I'm sorry if I'm too much for you right now.", he said accompanied by a bitter smile, he knew himself, though his feelings for Ronan were new. Still, he could be a force one had to learn deal with at first. But the kiss he received made all his thoughts seem stupid to begin with, the tingling in his stomach was back, even more now and the hand on his thigh made him feel warm. He smiled at Ronan, he knew he missed him though they were only apart for a few hours and yet it felt even more present now, now that he was back with him. "I'm glad, you're glad to see me... I thought maybe you have enough already...", he whispered softly and honest, not in the slightest trying to charme Ronan this time.

"I'm sure, my father forced me to eat a whole dinner already, just so I don't disturb him in any way.", Caelan smiled, he was pretty full, maybe he could eat another cookie or so, but it wasn't necessary. He didn't need any more dinner though, so Ronan wouldn't eat anything away. Caelan smiled when Ronan told him, that he didn't change his mind, so he was worrying over nothing eventually. "I haven't either. I want to spend time with you alone, figure things out and have fun.", he said, he really mean it. They'd have time to actually get to know each other a little better, though Caelan felt like he knew Ronan for a long time already, yet they only met two days ago. All of this was probably new to both of them, so they also could use the time to figure things out, see what both of them really wanted... Caelan had slipped before, called them a couple, but maybe it was way too soon for that and maybe it was nothing more than a short affair. "I'll take your word for it.", he hummed, reaching out for Ronans cheek to softly caress it for a moment.

"You don't need to apologize...", Caelan said with a smile, again softly stroking over Ronans cheek. "I'll try to hold back with my compliments. We'll have time in your hutch to figure us out, I'll learn what you want and what not.", he assured Ronan and he really wanted to do all that. Despite the fact that he still felt Ronan was stunning, he could hold back with telling him all the time, maybe only appreciating little things every now and then. Still, a touch of his was enough to make Caelan happy and to make his skin tingle. The small kiss made his cheeks warmen up and his heart felt like a weight dropped from it. At last Ronan sat himself on Caelans lap and he wrapped one arm around him. "I'll do that...", he murmured, leaning forward to kiss Ronans neck. Being his captive sounded quite enjoyable, it really did and in a way he actually was, bidding Ronans every wish already, if he just asked. "You're better in opening up buttons when you're sober...", Caelan chuckled, faintly remembering Ronan struggle the day before. Now however he reached for a fork, skewered a potato and presented it to his fellow noble. "Now you'll eat. But you can keep sitting here, if you want..."

"You know... I think I had an eye out for you, the moment we met in those woods, though I didn't notice myself. The frown didn't even bother me that much obviously.", Caelan smiled, his voice soft, again he felt like a loud word could bring all this to an end, as if they were in a dream and could wake up anytime and Caelan didn't want to wake up. He probably needed to stop looking at Ronan as he did, especially as training for when they met around people, he couldn't look at him with big longing eyes and obviously in love. So he looked away and leaned his head on Ronans body for a moment, feeling his warmth and hearing his heartbeat. Then he chuckled, lifted his head back up and looked into Ronans eyes kind of puzzled. "When I'm tied up to the bed, how am I gonna cook for you?", he asked with a slight laugh. Should they get anything before traveling to the hutch? Or would they live from what Caelan brought home, if he managed to leave Ronan alone for a while, though... he could take him with him too, if he wanted to hunt, or maybe search for something else that was edible. They could also get some traps if Ronan had none... maybe they were lucky catching a rabbit over the course of the day and at the evening Caelan could cook it. It almost sounded like a perfect live... Caelan wasn't even there yet and didn't want to leave anyway.

"It's alright. Just promise me to tell if anything is bothering you and I'll promise to ask if I'm not quite sure what you meant.", he said smiling, placing another kiss on Ronans neck. His arm still wrapped around Ronans hip tightened his grip for a short second, pressing his tender body onto his own. Again a chuckling left his throat and he looked up to Ronan who despite his size was now taller than Caelan, as long as he sat on his lap like that. "Sure, that's not even that hard I guess, not for you, you'll figure it out soon enough." Caelan couldn't really say how he was best teased, because he never felt interested in the person he spent those moment with, except for Ronan. He'd also lie if he said that yesterday didn't rob him of his senses already, though maybe the alcohol played it's part too. "Sure! Tie me up and hold me close in that hutch of yours, maybe you'll never let me go back to Fhaergus.", Caelan joked and he wouldn't have anything against it to be honest. His home has never been a place he liked to return to anyway. He watched Ronan picking the potato off the fork and eating it. "Am I to feed you now?", Caelan asked laughing, but he still skewered some vegetables and another potato on the fork and held it up for Ronan again. The only problem was, he had no second hand to actually cut the meat. "Maybe I should think about a carreer as a chair instead of being a duke."

"Maybe you should have talked to me sooner.", Caelan said, slowly moving his hand wrapped around Ronan to stroke over his tender body in his arm and on his lap. "Or maybe two days ago was just the right time." Caelan didn't believe in fate, had Ronan approached him earlier, maybe the same thing had happened, but maybe it was as he said and there was no better time. If they met on an event like this, Caelan probably would not have spent as much time with Ronan, they wouldn't have talked about their problems and they hadn't bathed in a lake. "I can do that, though that means I won't be tied up then too... I'll hunt you whatever you want, even a mighty deer if you wish, though I don't think we could eat all of its meat on our own.", he smiled. If Ronan wanted something specific, Caelan would spend all day outside to find and kill whatever he wanted, though he rather spent time with Ronan in his little hutch, or outside stargazing. "What's the weather like in Alster now anyway?", he asked, it was still spring, so there might even be some snow left. "A leash? Do you want me to crawl on all fours as well? I won't run off, don't worry... and I always find the way back home." This time Ronan didn't receive a kiss on his neck, instead he was gifted a small and playful bite, because he was so cocky all of a sudden. Caelan liked it, but a little playful punishment was due anyway.

"We love to make deals, don't we?", Caelan laughed and Ronan obviously noticed it too. Actually their whole friendship started probably with Caelan proposing a deal concerning the tournament they now missed anyway. After all those deals probably weren't necessary and as much as Caelan liked doing whatever Ronan wanted yesterday, as much Ronan seemed to like the idea to fool anyone on the next masquerade ball. Caelan already hated keeping his hands to himself when in public, so he looked forward to actually touch Ronan in front of other people. "I never was tied up, so I wouldn't know. Though I think not being able to touch you would pain me soon enough.", he answered in all honesty, looking at Ronan. "Why do you want that anyway?" Caelan chuckled again, only a little, all these ideas they seemed to have for when they finally were alone, without the possibility of someone hearing or running in on them. Again Ronan just took the food and not the fork and Caelan skewered some more pieces. "You know, I can't cut the meat right now though...", he said, only shortly trying to reach the table with his other hand, but it seemed impossible. Caelan already acted hurt, because his career as a chair was over before it started, but he couldn't even start for real, because Ronan made him grin from ear to ear. "Your lover? I like the sound of that, alright!" His hand, lying on Ronans hip, subtly slipped a little bit under Ronans shirt, touching his skin, but just taking the same position there without moving, while he apparently kept feeding his fellow noble.