sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

    • "You getting water? Don't be silly, I know you hate the cold and I don't, I wouldn't let you anyway. If we need some I'll get it and if not, no one is going to get some.", Caelan laughed, Ronan didn't need to be the one forcing himself to do some work, only because he thought he had done less than Caelan. The firewood and caring for the horses was his way of clearing his mind and give Ronan more time alone, it was no effort at all and as long as he was outside, he felt good. The cold or the snow didn't bother him at all, other than the black-haired noble that even froze inside this hut, which had two fireplaces albeit being so damn small. Ronan did change the sheets and brew some tea too, so it wasn't like Caelan was doing all the work and he really really didn't mind. Caelan looked at the cup Ronan prepared fro him but didn't drink from it yet, he had other things to do.

      Caelan was happy and felt warm when Ronan cuddled up to him almost immediately, it was as if what happened before didn't happen at all. Being away fro such a long time already made them long for each other again, it hurt being away, didn't it? If Caelan hadn't occupied himself somehow, he would have come back inside almost immediately probably. Caelan wrapped his arms around Ronan, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back just a little bit. "I'm fine, I didn't encounter anything dangerous and stayed on the road, oh and I cared for the horses a little bit.", he explained chuckling, what an odd question. "You don't need to apologize.", he once again said, then got down a little bit to wrap his arms around Ronans hip, pulling him from his feet and in the air. Now Caelan was the one who needed to look up instead of down. "I've missed you, you know? I'm not sure how I'm supposed to handle going back home without you... Anyway, what's the plan now?"

    • "And what if I want to get water? It's not like you can stop me", he answered, meaning it jokingly, but the tone of his voice made that apparent to begin with. In the end, Ronan wasn't in a horrible mood and he'd have the blonde to thank for that - their little squabble was nothing more than that and he didn't mind, not one bit. Why had he even gotten so upset about something like that? It felt odd, but next to that, it was weird enough to think that he'd have to deal with this kind of stuff, right now and right here. He'd go insane if he'd have to spend too much time without the blonde, he was sure, but then again, all of that could come from him being in love for the first time and genuinely feeling at home where he was - in the blondes arms, where he felt like he'd belonged for a while now. Was this karma? Or were they just bound to not work out together and yet break without one another? Their relationship was fragile, but that was about everything they had - they didn't know one another all that well yet and it showed, but Ronan didn't mind, they did have enough time to figure all of this out, didn't they?

      Would he end up fiddling with some documents again, drowning himself in work or some books so he'd forget all of this, or was it going to be him against his own feelings, not daring to eradicate what he desired so badly and then, eventually, giving in and almost forcing his father to take him to the next public event, without any good explanation as to why? Well, if it meant he could be with the blonde, he was sure he'd be able to withstand his fathers nagging for some time, even if he was alone with him - and he'd be able to play the nice son he always ought to be. The touches felt good, warm even and right now, right here, he felt cherished again, loved to the point where he couldn't help himself but indulge in what he was given, even if the only thing he could do was lean into those touches. "You did well, then. It's nice to have you back in one piece", Ronan answered and wanted to cuddle some more, really wanted to do nothing else. "I feel like I should, just let me, will you?" And almost as if it were an answer to his protests, he was hoisted in the air and had to long down onto the blonde now - how ... peculiar. "I'll die of loneliness, just like a rabbit, but I already told you that. Hmm, I'd suggest we'd drink that tea of ours first and then ... I mean, we don't need water and you already went for a walk, so how about ... I mean ... uhm. We could read something or I make up to you what I ruined earlier, your choice." Ronan seemed to be lost in thought instead, not actually in the mood to struggle or chuckle, but he was fine, right here, like this.
      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.

    • "Well I think I could stop you, if I really wanted!", Caelan answered laughing and he was pretty sure Ronan didn't actually want to get some. Tomorrow they ought to go outside anyway, at least one of them, to hunt a rabbit or something else to eat. The broth would be gone by then, but Caelan didn't mind searching for food in the snow, he was rather good at that anyway. Ronan didn't have to join him, if he didn't want to though, if they were lucky it would only take an hour or two, if not... well they went to bed hungry, though they sure could figure out something with what they had left. Maybe this little stream even had fish in it? Probably not, but a squirrel or rabbit ought to run around here somewhere, Caelan just needed to find that little rodent and bring it home like a good puppy, maybe he got a reward after all? In that case some actual meat for dinner probably, the thought amused him and he smiled to himself.

      "I promise I'll try to be less reckless anyway, after all if I die, you die, right? I don't want that, little bunny.", he laughed, smiling at his boyfriend. It was weird calling him that, the fact alone that he had a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend... well, he would get used to it and Ronan had to be his alone and no one's else. He was his boyfriend, so nobody else would be allowed to touch him! "You apology is granted then.", Caelan smiled, looking up at Ronan who seemed so very much in thought but at least not against being lifted up. "I could throw you back into bed like this, but... okay, tea first, before we let it cool off without drinking it yet again!", Caelan laughed, spinned Ronan and himself around one time and then let him back down to the ground, giving him another kiss on his lips. After that was done he let go of him completely and finally got rid of his coat, hanging it by the door. He walked back to Ronan afterwards and sat down at the little table to enjoy his tea. "We could both make it up to each other... I can try being a little rough? Figure out what pleases you? Only if you want, reading is fine as well, both will teach me stuff about your body... right?"

    • "Then I'd love to see you try!", he answered, already stubborn enough again to combat Caelan. Ronan never had been any different - diving headfirst into things had always been something he'd do, without batting an eyelash, but in the end, it all resulted in a bigger mess than it'd been before and truth be told, maybe he should stop doing stuff like that, hell, maybe he should just listen to his father for once and not do something stupid. Caelan wasn't here to make that better, though, it would only result in him messing up more than he should and in the end, wasn't that just what he wanted? Someone like Caelan to drag him further away from the reality that he hated so much and deeper into the land of dreams that he'd much rather call his home? The black haired noble was sure that, even if he didn't like his fellow noble the way he did, he'd still do nothing more than hope to be taken away by him, swept off his feet and shown a different reality than the one he found himself stuck in. Ronan of Alster was nothing more than bitter, and maybe even a little bit too prideful, to admit how much he liked the blonde already despite being told not to like him, at all - and that it was futile to even try and escape all of this. They both were so incredibly stubborn, it would only result in one mess after the other.

      "Alright, I'll die without you, good that you've realized that", Ronan answered. It wouldn't be as harsh, he was sure, but he also knew that he'd most likely be heartbroken and forced to crawl back into that shell of his, that Caelan was slowly but surely coaxing him out of. What more could he want, if not this? The blonde was his boyfriend, his lover - the only thing in this world he necessarily wanted or needed right now and being lifted up by him, able to look down upon him wasn't all too bad. "Thank you", he simply answered, hoped he'd been put back onto his feet sooner or later, but before that, he was - in fact - taken for a quick spin by the blonde. "It would be a waste to just throw it out, you know?" Caelans lips on his own still felt so good and he wanted more, but he didn't have time to get one, instead the blonde let him stay there and got rid of his coat, probably wanting to warm himself up and then make the best of the time they still had together, which, by all accounts, was more than they'd ever have. Ronan sat down, waited for Caelan to come back to him and then took another sip of his tea, eyeing the blonde that had sat down across of him. "Both sounds nice, but it's still up to you to pick, you know? I wouldn't be opposed to being manhandled, but I wouldn't mind reading a bit, either. Both can teach you something, just not the same things."
      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.

    • "Says the one not even touching the floor at the moment!", Caelan answered laughing, he could have kept Ronan lifted up like this for a while if he wanted, even if he started to struggle probably, though he didn't want to try, in the end maybe both of them fell and hurt themselves.Nobody would want that and though Ronan didn't seem as sickly as people called him and he also wasn't as fragile, he did look like clumsy, so he'd probably end up breaking his arm or something like that. "Fine! I'll drink up this time!", Caelan laughed and soon after putting Ronan back on the ground he had sat down doing just that. The tea was still hot, but not too hot, so he took a few sips after blowing on the warm liquid in his cup, while he thought about what to do with Ronan. He had a few ideas and as long as he shut his mouth it would be fine... probably. HE'd also be fine with doing something that felt good for Ronan for a change, kissing him all over his body, caressing his skin... well he was pretty sure reading was out of question right now, the time away from his lover had him aching for his touch yet again.

      Caelans eyes wandered towards his boyfriend, lurking over his cup sheepishly. "I'll have you go on your knees then, I think.", he murmured with a smile, not visible to Ronan right now. "Just signal me if it's getting too rough." Now his eyes wandered to the bedroom already, though they didn't have to be there to do what Caelan had in mind. At least his plan included staying out of bed, so the sheets would not get dirtied again, not yet anyway. He was pretty sure they wouldn't be able to keep it that way and at some point they'd probably run out of sheets. "I would want to see you without your clothes, but I don't want you to get a cold, so better keep them on this time." Too bad though, but even Caelan might be getting cold without a blanket or anything else in this hut if he stayed too far from the fireplayce, though he doubted he felt cold when Ronan had his lips on him anyway. Well while he did that Caelan couldn't exactly give something back, so Ronan would probably freeze.

    • “That’s not important! If I wanted to, I’d get you to put me back down!”, he argued instead, fully aware that at this point, they were mainly just taking jabs at one another again. Ronan knew he’d never be as tall as Caelan was and he also knew that it would be futile to resist what he couldn’t influence, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least dare to try, wouldn’t he? Even if that meant he were to break some bones or finally gain those scars he seemed to dream of, he’d do it, even if he didn’t enjoy the pain one bit and even if he felt like running away from everything. “You better do or I’ll force you to!”, he answered, determined to make this whole game that was about to unfold fun for both of them, even if it’d take a while and even if that meant he’d have to resist his own stubbornness for a few moments, he’d manage. A few sips later, his cup was empty and he took the liberty of getting another one, simply because someone had to drink this damn tea and that meant that he’d have to do it himself, especially if Caelan didn’t feel like drinking all that tea on his own, which was somewhat understandable.

      “Me? On my knees?”, he asked, almost choking on that tea of his for real, as if Caelan had said something so stupid, so unfathomable he could only look on in bewilderment. This wasn’t what he had in mind, but he’d manage, not that he’d mind having to suck off his boyfriend or even being forced into uncomfortable positions. “I’ll ... let you know without biting your dick off”, he answered. It was as simple as that, much like their relationship and once he’d downed the second cup of tea and put it aside. The crackling fire in both fireplaces would eventually warm them up, wouldn’t they? Almost as if the blondes words had offended him, he began unbuttoning that shirt of his, right here, right now. What was he doing? “I think I’ll manage, we long as you can.” Ronan was someone that rarely knew how to make up his mind about certain stuff and yet, he always had a plan for something - except this situation. Frankly, he’d always been a slave to his own feelings, but Caelan only felt like he was enabling them - and now, there was a shirt loosely dangling from Ronans shoulders as he got up from where he sat, made sure Caelan wasn’t burying himself in his tea and then he pressed a kiss to his lips. His hands moved downward, to the rim of Caelans pants, slowly tugging on them. “May I?”
      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 sure you are.", Caelan smiled, seemingly giving up on this contest. Well Ronan would only need to ask to have Caelan put him down, it was as easy as that, he'd never do anything he didn't like for real and he also didn't think Ronan was week. He thought of him like that kind of guy that would punch Caelans balls to have him kneel down before him, if he had to... maybe Caelan should be more careful around him. "Alright alright, I'll drink my tea! I don't want to be forced to do it! It would probably end with me having a sour throat just like you will have one!", Caelan laughed and drank the remainder of liquid in his cup, he even filled up his cup again and took another big gulp, though it was a little hot and Caelan tongue felt numb on the tip now. It wasn't bad, not at all, but they kind of forgot about drinking all the time, because they were occupied with different stuff and while Caelan had read he didn't want to move and wake Ronan up.

      "Why are you surprised all of a sudden?", Caelan asked laughing, of course they could have lay down again, but maybe they could keep the sheets clean until tomorrow? Well it wasn't necessary but at some point they would run out of those if they kept going like this. "That would be preferable, thanks.", Caelan said with a grin, not worried that much about his dick or Ronans teeth, not yet anyway. But now Ronan did something he didn't expect, he unbuttoned his shirt just like that. "I hope you're not doing this only to prove me wrong...", Caelan said a little bit worried, but his eyes already were glued onto Ronan, watching every move he made. He even stood up, the shirt dangling from his shoulders and moved over to were Caelan sat, which kind of confused him. The kiss felt good and Caelans cheeks were turning red a little already, simply because he wasn't prepared for all of this happening so fast, after just one quick cup of tea, but he didn't mind actually. "Sure...", he murmured and let Ronan continue and helped him a little with shifting his weight and position too. "Let me kiss you some more first though... you may take a seat if you want...", he mumbled, looking at those red lips he hadn't gotten enough from the first time around. Ronans presence alone and the shifted mood made him feel warm all over.

    • "At least we see eye to eye on that, don't we?", the noble mused, happy about that fact that Caelan just seemingly gave up, without even trying to combat all of this. Right here, right now, who was the one in control? Well, it didn't matter, or at least it should stop mattering, simply because they both had already seen how their silly little contests could go if one were to drag it too far, too fast. They both had to learn, about one another and about each others boundaries, but that was about all there was, nothing else was supposed to concern them or even fill them with regret, instead, they were to only focus on one another while they stayed here and would eventually figure out how they'd do the rest of all of this, wouldn't it work like that? "A sore throat? From what exactly? You mean a sore jaw, because yes, I'll hold you accountable for that", but Caelan could spoonfeed him, wasn't that enough of a punishment? Ronan would have to chew it in the end, but he could see past that and just decide for himself that it was quite alright to be nothing but a spoilered, pampered noble that would melt in his boyfriends grasp, sooner than later.

      "I just didn't expect you to blurt that out all of a sudden again - but I don't mind", he chuckled. Ronan wanted to kiss Caelan again, wanted to close this annoying distance between them already, but he though about it for a second - would he regret this or was it alright to just submit to all of those urges, to those ideas of his that seemed so far removed from the reality they should be a part of? "I'd never do that to prove anything to anyone, I'm not that stupid, despite being stubborn from time to time", he said and yet, he could feel the cold seeping into that skin of his. It wasn't enough to make him shiver and he'd keep himself afloat, somehow, simply because Ronan didn't actually dare to be forced back into his clothes by an ailment that could easily be cured if he just went outside more, wasn't it? The cold didn't kill him when he was younger, so why was it affecting him like this now? Was it divine punishment, exacted upon him for being himself or was it, actually, his body being the way he'd forced it to become by enabling his stupid habits and telling himself it was fine? "A ... seat?", he asked, but he understood promptly - he made himself a seat on Caelans lap, but instead of choosing the awkward way of getting them into an uncomfortable position, he subsequently trapped the blonde on the chair, but he could face him like this, press a kiss to those lips of his and not let go for a while, until he'd gasp for some air. "Is this preferable?"
      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'd never dare challenging you for real... well except in the next tournament, but before so many witnesses, you won't be that hard on me, would you?", Caelan asked with a smile and as if he meant it. Maybe he did, just a little bit, but on the other hand though he believed that Ronan could win a fight against him, he didn't think it would be easy for him, Caelan would not make it easy. Now that they knew each other like that and called themselves a couple though, he wondered if he'd startle if they should fight, even if only in a tournament and game. Would he be able to put his strength into a slash of his sword? Would he force Ronans out of his hands just like that? Would he even want him to loose, if he was upset afterwards? Caelan wasn't sure, but he'd try to take it seriously, otherwise Ronan would be even more mad, he knew that much already. "Depending on how much you'll take me in, your throat might start hurting too.", Caelan hummed with a big grin on his face, he didn't actually mean it, well unless Ronan wanted him to be that rough.

      "I get sometimes I'm too shy for that, but sometimes I'm not at all... calling myself shy is weird though, I'm only around you...", he smiled, checking if Ronan already was starting to shiver or if he got goosebumps from the cold air, but no, at least not yet. Instead the shirt dangling from his shoulder made him more attractive, than if he had took it off completely, it swayed around his body and was moving Caelans attention to the patches of skin that he could actually see. Ronan might not have been as strong and muscular as Caelan, but he wasn't just thin - no. Some training would define his muscles that moved under his skin and flesh even more, but this was fine as well and Caelan almost wanted to make him work this body of his just a little bit, too see all of this in action. "Good then, I like that look on you very much...", Caelan said almost voiceless, not on purpose though. He cleared his throat as silently as he could, watched Ronan come even closer and ask a question he already knew the answer to. Instead of sitting down sideways however, he spread his legs, leaving Caelan no way out, but he didn't want one anyway. He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms loosley around Ronans body and at last looking up to him when he moved back a little bit. "Very much... kiss me some more...", Caelan whispered, not really demanding, more asking him to, that wasn't what they had planned, but it was more than fine like this. One of Caelans hands found its way under Ronans shirt, caressing the skin on his back and maybe even keeping him a little bit warmer.

    • "As long as you take our little match serious, I don't see why I shouldn't let you stay alive. Do well and you'll end up reaping what you've sown, sooner or later", Ronan answered. They both were fairly aware of their opponent who, in the end, had turned out to be more than just that. Were they lovers or actually boyfriends, actually the couple they wanted to be? Wasn't it odd for them to be so concerned with one another, so far away from reality that they deluded themselves into thinking what they were doing was the right thing, or was it just odd that they even thought that this could be wrong? In the end, didn't they have to figure that out themselves? Ronan knew a bunch of stuff, not everything, but enough to figure most of it out on his own and then question himself and his motives. Everything he wanted, he ended up getting and Caelan wasn't exactly playing easy to get. Rather, the blonde was putting up his own boundaries and his fellow noble couldn't blame him for that, after all, they both were bound to each other one way or another and the truth was that it was fine like that, that it was okay to let loose for a second, as long as there was someone to catch the other. "Maybe I'll take all of it in, how's that sound? You can help me, if you want", he chuckled. A bit force never hurt nobody, did it now?

      "It's not that, actually. You're cute when you get flustered, but ... you know, I didn't think you'd be up for something like this that fast again", the noble mumbled, already forlorn in this state of being. What was this, if not torture and what was this, if not their own end that they were slowly but surely working towards? Wasn't this what he'd wanted, to be held and cherished by Caelan, to be the only one that he'd take in those arms of his and to be never left alone again? They both would seemingly die without the other and yet he was here, thinking about what else he'd do with the blonde if time went on and when he'd get him to comply to his wish, yet, they were back at square one, before they had started their stupid little game earlier. "You just want to tear my clothes off of me and leave them dangling on me like this, don't you?", Ronan asked, positively aware that he must have looked like a mess from the start. His shirt wasn't going to slide off all that fast, but as soon as it would, he'd expose himself to this world and to Caelan, the only one worthy of actually looking at him like this and the only one he wanted to kiss. The strong arms that found their ways around and onto him brought warmth with them and made him feel at home, moreso than ever. "As you wish", he mumbled and leaned back in, stealing another kiss and then a second one, before he found himself busy leaning into Caelans touches.
      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 let me stay alive? Yikes! I didn't know I'm in so much danger...", Caelan answered chuckling, pressing one little kiss on Ronans neck right after. Why was his skin so soft? Why was he smelling so good? The spot on his neck, hidden by some of his hair needed some more attention which Caelan gave him, kissing him there, then licking over it, followed by a bite. Having Ronan this close made his heart skip a beat every now and then and his chest felt heavy, in a good way of sorts. Where was Ronan all that time Caelan searched for something like this in all the wrong places? Why hadn't he talked to him earlier? Hadn't approached him and made him drunk to show Caelan what it was he really wanted - Ronan. "Hm... that sounds intriguing...", Caelan softly said, his voice lowered to not break this bubble they were in just now. "But can you really handle that, hm?", he asked, his body only because of those words already filled with anticipation. He thought about how to best approach this, but for now he didn't even want to let go of Ronan. Would he stay on this chair and let Ronan kneel between his legs, the blondes hand dug into the black hair? Or would he rather stand up, forcing Ronan against the wall with no way to escape?

      "Weren't you the one proposing this...?", Caelan asked with a slight grin. "Well the time apart from you was hard, so I want you even closer now..." There he was Ronans puppy again, not able to leave his masters side for too long, not knowing what to do if he got no attention, no orders at all. He had his own mind, but all he wanted was be with the fellow noble and gain his affection. "It looks good on you...", he said, now moving his hand up front, squeezing them between their bodies to fumble with Ronans pants, to open it up but nothing more. An open shirt needed open pants as well, right...? Half dressed was just the right amount of dressed for Ronan... letting Caelan see bits while keeping him a little warmer. There was another kiss and another one, letting warmth pool into Caelans stomach and long for Ronan and those lips of his. Caelans hand wandered on his back again were it was before, the other one slipped down, finding it's way as far into Ronans pants and on his butt as possible, residing there not doing much but hold him.

    • "Prepare yourself for my wrath", he said, not meaning it serious and even cackling a little bit. Caelan was someone fun - he was fun to be around, fun to spend time with and Ronan gladly accepted him as his lover, that much was certain. There wasn't anything else he needed to long for from here on out and there was nothing to fear either, they needn't tell anyone and they also didn't have to force each other out of a shell they weren't even in. The sudden bite made him gasp, then shudder, all of this almost breathlessly and in the end, what was he doing except trying to containt that infinite excitement of his? Truth be told, they both had nothing much to do except getting closer and closer, talking and ruining some bedsheets and that was, probably, what their days would consist of if they kept on doing this, wouldn't they? "Who said I couldn't try to please us both?", he asked, his hands searching for support and eventually finding themselves stroking over Caelans neck. "After all, I have you to guide me and help me, don't I?", he asked, as sheepishly and silently as he could, fairly aware that this was about all there was to it. Ronan knew, he knew so well, that this was nothing more than his own downfall, but he didn't mind - he liked it, just like it was.

      "Oh, I was. I'm just ... you know. You're pretty eager", and Ronan hadn't expected that, of all things. Truth be told, he always tried his best and in the end, he was the one that had fucked up, but not this time. He'd make it up to both of them. "So you want this as much as I do, don't you? And I didn't even get to fully satisfy you earlier, poor puppy", he mused, not sure if he should maybe, just maybe, be the one that touched the blonde first and foremost, but ... no, they could kiss some more and then get to it, couldn't they? "Being half dressed? Mh, thank you, but I'm sure you'd like me more in some different clothes, too - don't you?" Either his boyfriend would understand or he wouldn't, the black haired noble didn't mind and instead let him do what he wanted, basked in the warmth he was given and kissed the blonde back. Ronan didn't want the two of them to be apart from one another ever again, but they couldn't, he knew as much, which was why they had to indulge in one another right here, right now - and do whatever they wanted before it was too late. "Do you want some more kisses or do you want to move on?" His voice already sounded somewhat hoarse and strained, but his lips met with those of Caelan once more and the shiver that ran through his body felt horribly good, just from a few touches. He'd die, he'd definitely die.
      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.

    • "Don't have me beg for my life in front of all my friends, would you? That would ruin my reputation...", Caelan hummed, keeping up the joke and another kiss was pressed on Ronans neck, he liked that, didn't he? He felt good, both of them did, this was their time together, alone, just like they wanted it almost immediately after their first kiss, maybe even before. Why else would Caelan have dragged him away alone, to get some food, why else would they have decided to go to Ronans room, instead of staying with Caelans friends? This time now was their and theirs alone and Caelan was sure to make the best of it, after all, they's have to part and didn't know when they'd see eachother again. Would it be weeks, or even months? Caelan couldn't imagine that time right now, what should he do if he had to miss those lips, those touches? He'd feel heartbroken, though they still were a couple, but not being at the same place, that was going to be torture for both of them and Caelan didn't even know if he was allowed to write him letters. "Hm sure... I make it fit... I guess.", Caelan answered with a low voice, whispering back and forth with Ronan as if they weren't alone here, as if they exchanged more than one secret, well somehow they were.

      "You still think I was angry? I wasn't and I've already forgot what happened... I just know I want to feel your touch so bad, I'd start dying here on the spot if you just left me for a few minutes.", Caelan answered, maybe exposing himself too much to the guy that so loved having power over him and make him beg... well he would, he needed that touch and he was fine with letting Ronan know how crazy he was for him. "Maybe that made me want you even more...", he whispered, pressing another kiss to Ronans neck, licking his way up and finally he nibbled on his earlobe. "Well I doubt you have something here that only hides all the wrong parts.", Caelan chuckled, imagining all kind of clothes Ronan would look good in. They kissed again, why did this always feel like a dream and would that end at some point? This didn't feel real and yet it was, Ronan was his and he'd never let him go again. Caelans heart already beat faster and louder, so loud in fact he was sure Ronan could hear it throbbing against his chest. "I'll let you continue if you promise you let me return the favor afterwards... I'll do anything you want..." Caelan didn't want to be the only one that got to enjoy his boyfriends touches.

    • "They'd get to see a new side of you at least, wouldn't that be somewhat exciting?" Ronan wasn't into humiliating Caelan, not yet anyway, but once he'd develop a taste for it, they shouldn't be joking about these kinds of things because they'd end up hurting one another for real and that would mean they'd just be in the same situation as earlier. That was something that he didn't want, but there was plenty of stuff he did want, so much more than he could have right now, but he was fine with what he got and with what Caelan could give him - there was no reason to rush headfirst into anything, taking it slow was allowed. Although, the sheer amount of embarrassment the blonde probably would feel upon being forced onto his knees where his friends could see it, wouldn't that be a sight to behold? Ronan found the mere thought of it mesmerizing, but he couldn't voice that, couldn't say that he wanted to torture Caelan just a little bit and instead, they could do whatever they wanted, no? "You'll make it fit? Sounds like I'll have a sore throat tomorrow, no questions asked", he didn't mind and that was what was most important, was it not? Would it even feel as nice as those faint touches on his skin, as the warmth that came from them and the love Caelan was willing to give him as he touched him over and over again?

      "I ... no, that's not it. Really, don't sweat it. I'm rather surprised you're as eager as you are, you know? Like an actual puppy, waiting for that treat of his that he won't get until he learns patience but that he doesn't get, either." Ronan wasn't supposed to make all of this into relatable anecdotes for either one of them, but so he did - at least he didn't talk about shortcomings and similar things to that. Wasn't it seemingly pathetic that he'd have to surrender himself to Caelan anyway? "If I was mean, I'd have you beg, now that you've actually told me how much you want me, but I'll hold back, for a while, until you get what you deserve", the kiss, as short and as unexpected it was, felt like it would do him in sooner than later - the warm feeling spread from that area, further than it needed to. "No, but once the masquerade is over, I doubt we need that dress of mine any longer, so why not tear it up a bit?" It would be a waste of handiwork that the tailor and seamstresses would put in, but ... who cared? They had enough money to afford another and what noble wore the same dress twice? The thought alone was exhilarating. Ronan knew there was no going back from here on out, slid off of Caelans lap after he stole another kiss and chuckled, as he sunk between the blondes legs and pulled on the waistband, trying to pull those pesky pants downwards. "How about you fulfill my wish after this? Would you like 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.

    • "In that particular case, I'd rather not have them see me like that, I'd probably run into your sword before I do that!", Caelan chuckled, he was fine with submitting himself to Ronan, he could do nothing against it anyway, he already had Caelan wrapped around his finger, but in front of his friends Caelan wanted to keep some dignity at least. Aside from that they would questions so much more and being found out by anyone was not an option, not at all. There was in fact no one they could trust with this, except each other, yet somehow exactly that was making their relationship even more exciting and Caelan doubted he wouldn't want to have Ronan blush in front of a crowd of people, because he faintly touched him somewhere he shouldn't, or because he whispered something dirty into his ear. That would going to be fun, that was for sure and after all was said and done, Caelan would find a way to sneak into Ronans room to actually do what he told him earlier. Another smile crept on Caelans face while he looked upwards into his boyfriends face. "That's what you kind of want, right...?"

      "I know we just played a game before... I'll always be your puppy and you my master and as a puppy impatience comes naturally!", Caelan chuckled and shook his head right after. "I wouldn't mind begging now, if you want me to... please Ronan, touch me some more.", he said meaning it only partly, he could do better than this, that was for sure, almost as sure as Ronan would make him do the job right at some point, sometime when he had more to withhold. "Hm, maybe I could have you tailored a lot of other stuff as well... anything transparent would look good on you..." But wouldn't someone ask who or what this was for? After all, the servants at home were after all Caelans dads and would maybe start talking, that wouldn't be so good. Another kiss followed, then Ronan slowly slipped downwards on the floor, between Caelans legs, pulling on his pants. Caelan shifted his weight to help him, moved his butt and sat down as soon as everything was accessible. Because Caelan felt weird with having his pants down but his shirt on, he got rid of that too, throwing it on the floor. "Of course, I'd love to... but first, open your mouth and keep looking at me..."

    • "You'd choose death over embarrassment? Coward", Ronan laughed, unapproving of what Caelan was telling him right here, right now. They both had lost their marbles, starting from when they accepted that they had feelings for one another and that ended at being completely head over heels for the other, almost as if their better judgment had disappeared and was now telling them that it was quite alright for them to try and endure one anothers presence like this, right here, right now. Ronan knew, for a fact that was, that it was actually quite alright to assume that something was wrong with them, but whatever it was, it felt so good that it almost didn't matter what concerned and plagued them. They both had their own viewpoint on certain things and whereas a few of their fellow nobles would, once they found out, want to burn them at the stake, that didn't have to mean it was all of them - they couldn't be the only people on this god forsaken continent that were going against their gods' laws, or whatever those religious fanatics wanted to call them. "I want you to ruin me", he answered, a smile on his lips that spoke for itself. Ronan had lost his mind, that was for sure, but he didn't mind, as long as he could be with Caelan.

      "Then I have to raise you better, or you'll be an insufferable dog when you grow up." That meant he'd actually have to come up with something that would make Caelan endure any of his harsh treatments, maybe something that actually doubled down as a reward - maybe tying him up and touching him? Wouldn't that work? "You don't have to beg for me, not right now, but I shall comply, because you're such a well-mannered puppy", he mumbled and as he felt the floorboards creak under his knees and the warmth of Caelan slide off of his body, he felt almost sorry about now having clung to what he could have had instead. "You want someone to tailor lingerie for me? Caelan, I ... I mean, I would wear it, but ... do you think someone is actually going to make those for you without asking?" A seamstress that wasn't fully convinced by the words of a young noble would continue to probe, would want to know what it was that she was actually doing there and as it seemed, the answer for that lay closer than expected. Ronan himself wouldn't mind, actually, maybe it would look nice on him, way nicer than it should on the body of a man, but they'd find out at some point. Once Caelans pants had made way, his shirt followed suit and Ronan was left at tugging on the underwear, pulling it down eventually. "As you wish", he retaliated, let his hands wander over Caelans thighs one last time and then, without even being asked to, took the blondes dick back into his mouth and gazed upwards, just to meet those blue eyes again - how much could he even take in on his own? Well, he'd figure that out, right here, right 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.

    • "I guess I am.", Caelan chuckled, this discussion was stupid and yet they had it. Talking with Ronan seemed so easy sometimes, they could both just spout nonsense without end and no one was opposing it. It was fun, they both laughed and made each other feel better, Ronan needed that didn't he? The frowning, shy and sad young noble didn't need to be any of those things and Caelan was here to change all that, to make him happy and smile just because he didn't need to feel alone. Caelan was going to be here for him whatever happened and whenever he needed him, he did after all mean it when he said he'd always be welcomed in Fhaergus, even before he deemed Ronan his boyfriend. "Likewise... do your worst and I'll rewards you.", Caelan smiled, looking down on the black haired now, he liked the view, having him look upwards to Caelan with those big eyes, maybe even a little bit unsure, but willing, without too much teasing this time around hopefully.

      "I'll never grow up!", Caelan retaliated, so he'd always stay impatient, but that wasn't too bad, was it? He still did a number of things for Ronan, he wanted to, he wanted to please him and make him feel whole, make him feel like he belonged at Caelans side, because that was the case exactly. They'd need nobody else as long as they had each other and in the end maybe they did run away fromm all those rules and those people judging them for loving who their hearts desired. Caelan already knew that there was no point in struggling against his feeling, he knew from the very start, since he kissed Ronan, or rather Ronan kissed him. He was content with his feelings, he admitted them and embraced them, because not doing so would kill him sooner than maybe some day being found out. "You're sweet when you're flustered... well... it would raise suspicion, maybe we'll just find something fitting somehow, without having it made just for you.", Caelan mused, in the end who wouldn't even know how to describe what he wanted or what it even was he desired. Caelan soon was naked, sat their on this chair, looking down at his boyfriend who only stroke over his thighs once, before he opened his mouth and started with what Caelan wanted, no teasing this time around, not yet anyway. Caelan felt like he had to reward this behaviour and he did with letting out a soft moan, expressing that it felt good and he'd continue with doing that to please and entertain Ronan, he didn't want to hold anything back right now. "Take it slow, will you...?", he said, moving one hand on Ronans head again, softly digging his fingers into his hair, but for now this was all he did, one step at a time. He looked back at Ronan with red cheeks, letting Ronan choose the pace, having it slow for now and only after some time pressed his head forward some more each time Ronan let his head move towards Caelan again and every time he did Caelan let out a moan. Eventually he let his head fall back, he couldn't look into Ronans eyes anymore, his breath ragged already and having Ronan occupy his thought. Only one little corner in the back of his head was reserved to keeping balance and not lean back too much to make the chair fall over with him on it. Whenever Ronan seemed to struggle taking more in, whenever Caelan felt a little struggle, he let Ronan go again, but forced his dick further in the next time around. He had asked him if this was fine for him, but he couldn't really answer, could he? How much more until Ronan started to choke? Would he even?

    • Talking was no use when his mouth was occupied and he didn't want to ruin the situation again, simply because he felt like he'd to win at a game that wasn't even there. Ronan could be horrible, actually, he did his best to not be just that, but most of the time, it just happened, mainly because he felt like he needed to prove something to someone and one thing let to the other, just like it had earlier. Now, he was back where they'd left off, albeit in a slightly different position and refraining from annoying the hell out of the blonde, trying to make him mad or something similar - he actually enjoyed it, even though he knew that Caelan was right and he would have a sore throat and jaw tomorrow, which meant he probably should save the broth for then, but all of these concerns were naught right now - did he even have to care? No, instead he should focus on what he was doing and what felt good to his boyfriend, or what he disliked. Ronans teeth weren't his favorite thing in the world and therefore, the noble refrained from using them. Instead, he bobbed his head back and forth, took it slow as instructed and wondered what it was, that made the two of them gravitate towards one another that much and that fast.

      "Mhm", he only answered, his mouth painfully full at this point and even though he was told to take it slow, it almost felt agonizing to know that everytime he faked out, he'd be forced to take in a bit more than before. It was good training, that was for sure, but his mouth and throat would hate him more than he ever could remember them do - all the while Caelan was the one having the time of his life, moaning like the whore he was and enjoying what he was being offered. Ronan didn't mind providing, he liked it, like the goosebumps that started showing on that skin of his and he liked being handled a bit rougher, even though he hated to admit it sometimes. Whenever Caelan forced himself down furhter, his body shivered in anticipation and his lips - if they could - would have turned into an ecstatic smile. Warmth filled his body regardless, one way or the other, and it also pooled in his stomach, which ended in him just touching himself with one hand, because he was - in fact - not going to pass up this opportunity and as long as he could still take in more and more of the blonde, he wouldn't need to pay close attention, right? Wherever his gag reflex was, it was doing a horrible job, because at some point, Ronan reached the end of it - and he still hadn't joked, just started to dribble some saliva onto the floor that he couldn't swallow. But instead of resting, or giving his throat a second to relax, he pulled back, only to take the whole thing in again and then figure out a steady rhythm for both of them. Caelan was enjoying himself, so that was, in fact, better than expected, wasn't it? Why not use that free hand of his to scratch over the blondes thigh, when? Now that nobody stopped him, he just did.
      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.

    • Ronan was doing a good job this time around, he really did and wanted to instead of driving Caelan mad with his slow pace and his lack of enthusiasm and therefore he was rewarded with Caelans voice, praising him like this and telling him that he did good. It was very different from before, Caelan had already forgotten what they had talked about just minutes earlier and he had forgotten about what happened before he left for some fresh air and some time alone. Ronan was in fact more obedient and when Caelan lifted his head to take a peek downwards, he was pretty sure that Ronan enjoyed himself as well. His head fell back again, one hand was still buried in Ronans hair, the other one loosely lay over the back of the wooden chair he sat on. He almost felt a little bit exposed like this and also voiced how good he felt, but it was fine for Ronan was the only one hearing and seeing it, wasn't he? It was okay to have him watch Caelan melt under his touch, to see the red cheeks and twitching of his muscles, to hear him moan and have his fingers dig deeper into the black hair.

      Caelan wasn't sure what exactly it was he felt, but he knew Ronan was at some point taking all of him in and even continued with it in a steady rhythm, now that he achieved their first goal. "Good... boy...", Caelan praised him panting, he even loosened his grip for a second to pat Ronans head as if he was the puppy now. Caelan enjoyed this very much and he noticed Ronan did too, using one hand to please himself like that, it was for some reason hot and making Caelan enjoy this even more. He let out another moan when he felt Ronans fingers scratch over his thigh. This felt good, very good indeed, but he was sure that Ronan needed a little bit help with the pace, if he wanted to continue taking him fully in over and over again. For some reason, before he did anything else, he moved his foot and pressed it between Ronans legs, rubbing and pressing it against him slowly. "Can you move faster, or do you need help...? Though it'll get more rough, I'm not sure if you can handle that...", Caelan asked, less concerned than his words might have implied, he more sounded like challenging Ronan to it. What Caelan had done up until now was nothing more than he did before and back then Ronan wanted more than this, right? Caelan told him he'd be as rough as he wanted him to be and he was going to if that was still Ronans wish.

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    • Keeping his voice low wasn't exactly hard when one couldn't talk at all, was preoccupied with different things and he wondered, just for a second, if Caelan was actually enjoying that treatment he received or if it all just was a farce, an act, so he could surprise the black haired noble later and reprimand him for doing a shitty job again. Well, whatever it was, Ronan didn't necessarily mind - if the blonde were opposed to handling him with care, he wouldn't dare raise his voice against him. In the end, he wanted nothing more than to mistreated, tortured for a bit, just for a while, a fraction of their time together and once that was done, once they had managed all that, Ronan would be content with just crawling back into Caelans arms, begging to be cuddled and taking what he desired himself, if he had to, that was. Whatever one desired, they'd give it to the other, he almost was certain about that and yet, he didn't know if he was doing a good job or if Caelans moans were just to showcase he was on a right track, was doing better than earlier, though, the thight grip in his hair and the overall mood that had changed all that suddenly gave him a vague idea of what felt good and what didn't, or rather, what the person on the receiving end liked and disliked.

      Being praised for being, as one might call it, a 'good boy', was something that Ronan usually wouldn't react to, but in this particular instance, it ended with him being swept up by his own feelings, by the desire for praise from anyone for anything. Caelan hit the nail on the head and, as expected, made his fellow noble blush - Ronan really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, so he ended up averting the blondes gaze again, instead, he wanted to lean into the headpat he'd receive but he couldn't exactly do that, instead he continued his work as diligently as he could. Not only would his jaw be sore tomorrow, his throat would be, too - and despite all the moons he could drag from Caelans lips, he seemed unable to grand him release. His boyfriend was at fault for actually almost making him choke this time as he pressed his foot against his crotch and Ronan had to keep back a moan of his own. Ronan dragged those fingers of his over the blondes thighs again, feeling challenged by his words and as he peered up - simply to establish eye contact again - he felt his cheeks flare up and the warmth, that his body had felt devoid of, creeping through almost every part of him. Was this a question or a dare? Well, he didn't know, but if Caelan wanted him to move faster, he could comply - or at least try, unless he'd end up choking on that spit of his. Trying wouldn't hurt, would it? A simple grunt as an answer hopefully sufficed, before he got to work, upped the pace a bit and probably fucked up the rhythm while he was trying, but if Caelan did care about that, he might as well just force him to adhere.
      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.