sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

    • It was weird, a girl could do the same as Ronan just did and it still wasn't the same, why was that? It couldn't have anything to do with the form of a mans or a womans lips, or with other parts of their physiognomy, that made no sense at all. In the end maybe what it needed were those feelings Caelan had for Ronan, that he had from the start in the woods. When Ronan opened up so damn fast to him, when he showed Caelan who he was, he already started to fall in love with him, wasn't he? Would that had ever been possible with a girl? Probably not, even if he had found someone less shallow than the usual women he associated himself with, it wasn't only Ronans honesty and the exposed weaknesses that made him attractive to Caelan, though that was the first thing he noticed. He wanted to help that grumpy frowning sack of sadness to smile and laugh after so many years and only afterwards he noticed that he was good looking as well, what a neat bonus. Caelans grip on Ronans hair grew tighter again, though he let him move his head as he pleased right now, he didn't need to be forced right now and that was something Caelan would remember, Ronan was the one deserving of a treat now.

      Ronan looked cute down there and was this pride Caelan saw after he had praised him? There also was this look again, this look for a way out because he couldn't look into Caelans piercing eyes, Caelan let his eyes on him simply because of that fact, because he liked looking at him like this. After the pat on Ronans head Caelans hand slit down on his cheek for just a moment, caressing him there, before his hand found it's way in Ronans hair again. The reaction when he touched him, if only with his foot, was priceless, but the action got retaliated, those tender finger wandering over Caelans skin again an letting him moan just a little bit. He returned that look, not making a secret of his panting, not trying to calm down. He didn't avert his gaze when Ronan picked up the pace, though Ronan seemed to struggle with it just a little bit, but Caelan couldn't ignore what was going on there and enjoyed it for another minute or two. His cheeks were red, his breathing ragged and the view on the corner of his eyes seemed to grow darker, elevating the focus on his boyfriend even more. Caelan could have let go right here right now, he was so close, but before he couldn't hold back anymore, the grip around Ronans hair grew stronger again and he made him stop and moved his head away a bit. Caelan shivered when he leaned forward, his body sweating though it wasn't exactly hot in the room itself. He was still holding Ronans head in his hand, looking at the spit dripping from his face and onto the floor, at least they didn't dirty any more sheets. he was sure only one more lick, one little touch had pushed him over the edge, but he didn't let Ronan and finally also released the pressure on Ronans crutch. As soon as he was sure Ronan wouldn't just jump forward again Caelans grip loosened, instead he caressed his cheek and made him look at him. "You are doing... a very, very good job...", he said, still gasping for air, but his voice was strong and rough. "But not yet... let me do one last thing...", he said, almost asked, but he wasn't expecting a no. Ronan wanted to be ruined wasn't he? Why would Caelan be the one having all he wanted while Ronan was not? So Caelan stood up, grabbed Ronans hand and pulled him on his feet in a swift motion. He only dragged him a few meters towards the next wall, pulled again and almost tossed Ronan against it, then he made sure he sat down there, however he preferred. Ronan could have easily continued there, with Caelan standing in front of him like that, but instead of letting him do that, Caelan crouched down before him, his hands pulling on Ronans pants just a little bit, he already had opened it before, didn't he. Without any warning he grabbed his dick then moved his hand up and downwards in a fast pace and at the same time silenced anything that might have crept out of Ronans throat with a messy kiss that didn't leave any room to breath. Caelans free hand grabbed Ronans to stop him from doing the same he did to him, he knew one more touch might have been enough to end all this prematurely.

    • What was it that Caelan was doing to him and why exactly him, of all people? Ronan was uncertain, didn't know for sure, but in the end, that simply meant that he was in love and this wasn't just a simple, mindless act of nothingness that they shared between them - his heart was actually beating faster in his chest, wanting to escape his ribcage and run off once it'd get a chance to, but for now it was confined in his flesh, very much like Ronan was confined in the position he was in. Yet, he didn't mind - he'd offered himself up to Caelan and what he was doing was something he very much enjoyed, as well as wanted himself - they both didn't have much time for one another, once they left anyway. Right here, right now, they were with one another, secluded and loved by each other and as long as they stayed out here, there was no one that could object, or even find out what they were doing. His saliva, dribbling down from his mouth over his chin and then onto the floor would merely ruin the floorboards and turned this whole thing a lot sloppier than it had to be, though, Caelan didn't seem to mind and his grip on Ronans hair felt just right, just like this situation felt overall. They both had their own kinds of ideas and they rarely would have time to fully live them out, so ... why not do it right now, right here?

      Caelans touches were soft and warm, despite his hands being rough and calloused and his body loving the cold - he enjoyed them, liked being touched by his boyfriend what's more, he wanted nothing more than to melt into his touches, to seek out his warmth and beg him to give him more, but he wasn't in the position to do that, let alone was he capable of something like that, right here, right now. In the end, all that he wanted was to please Caelan and that meant he'd have to work for that, have his mouth work for it and figure out what it was that the blonde liked and what he despised. Once his gaze went upward, once their eyes met for a brief second, Ronan felt embarrassed again - and yet, Caelan wasn't much different. His boyfriend sat there, barely able to endure it any longer and yet, he seemed to not allow himself a single second of pleasure that would lead to his downfall, instead, he grabbed Ronans hair and forced him further away, didn't give him the chance of making Ronan choke on his cum. Now that he finally was free, that also meant he could wipe the spit off of his face and catch some more air, he was basically gasping for it. "Thank you ...", he mumbled, embarrassed and unable to look the blonde in the eyes yet again, didn't even peer up when he was told that there'd be something he wanted to do - instead, he followed suit as he was dragged back to his feet. His back hitting the wall was unexpected, as much as being forced to sit down. "Caelan, what are you-", he asked once more, but ... wasn't it going to be obvious? Once his boyfriend had wrested him free of his pants and underwear, he already was touching him, lowering himself to his level. "Caelan, st-", but instead, he was shut up by a kiss, pleasure coursing through his body already and making his head spin. As he wanted to reach out for the blonde, he was hindered from doing it and the aftermath was, that waves after waves of pleasure crashed over him - Caelan was going to make him go insane and ruined his clothes.
      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.

    • Were they actually a fitting match or quite the opposites from each other? Thinking about it, there wasn't much they had in common, unless maybe that they both had no interested in girls at all, but rather preferred the touch of another man. They both were seemingly so eager to finally fulfill their wishes that had been denied until they found each other, they both were going mad over each other, or were they beyond saving already? Caelan doubted there was anything, not even certain death, that would stop him from admitting his feelings to Ronan, there was nothing that would make him stop caring for him, or that would lead him away from his presence. He wanted to spend so much time with him, but they had to part at some point in time, so now it was their chance to do whatever they wanted to each other, before they'd part for what could easily be months. The thought of having to leave Ronan probably made all of this not less eventful than the time they'd finally meet again, preferably at the same spot, in this hut, all alone and protected from any judging eyes.

      Every second Caelan had to endure not touched and having Ronan not finish - again - what he started made him shake and even more eager, but he could wait just a little while longer. He was the one that had stopped Ronan and he'd not let him finish it just yet. Instead he ignored the confusion in Ronans voice and face, the question about what was going on, even the uttered words that wanted to tell him to stop, before he cut them off with a kiss. If Ronan was grasping for air before, Caelan wanted it to make it even worse now and he doubted that Ronan really wanted him to move away his hands, maybe only the one stopping the fellow noble from giving back the favor Caelan did him right now. Caelan tried to read Ronans body though it wasn't easy after so little time together, but he wasn't shivering because he was cold, that was for sure. He himself would need some air any minute now, but he continued the kiss, taking in on oxygen what he could, but pressing his lips back on Ronans almost immediately after, giving him no chance to take a deep breath, let alone voice his pleasure. Driving him on the brink of insanity pretty much was Caelans goal right now and he continued a while longer, giving him anything but a quiet second. Caelan himself was searching for bliss, but he wanted to share it and he wanted Ronan to loose any kind of direction, questioning himself where up and down was, maybe even questioning who he was. As soon as Caelan was satisfied with what he'd done to Ronan, he grabbed Ronans hand, moving it towards Ronans crutch, letting it take Caelans place and moving it a few times to have Ronan know what he wanted him to do. "Keep going... don't stop...", he finally said panting and grasping for air himself and looking at Ronan to tell him that he was dead serious right now. Another short kiss followed during which he checked if Ronan complied and kept up the pace Caelan had been setting, he wanted him to keep it up. Then he stood up and without a second thought pressed his dick against Ronans lips, again leaving him little time to actually breath in between. There was no escape for him, not Caelans hand that kept a steady pressure, but was movable in nature, no now there was a solid wooden wall, leaving Ronan no room to back away, neither to swallow, nor to free his throat. He pretty much showed Caelan that he could take in all of what he had to offer and so Caelan made him, for the first time painfully slow for himself. He moaned in the process and pressed his head against the wooden boards himself while he looked down at Ronan squeezed between him and the dark wood. He didn't need to keep his head in place, but his hand reached for the dark hair again, tugging on it as if Ronan was a wild horse that needed to be tamed and showed the way. Caelan backed away, then back in, faster this time, but not less deep, the next time he went even faster and faster, until he had about the same pace he had Ronan to continue on himself, though at this point he wasn't sure if Ronan still was able to, he hoped so though. The time he remained untouched gave him some composure back, but he couldn't hold it any longer and the thought of Ronan still pleasing himself down there made him feel even hotter all over his body. He thrust in without mercy, let out a deep moan and finally released all of what he had accumulated now and from even before. One final thrust was all he was able to do, his body tingling and feeling numb at some parts, others were electrified by the simplest of touches. His knees felt weak even before he could reprehend the situation and gained back some of his senses. The hand on Ronans head didn't plug his hair anymore, instead he almost needed it to support his body and finally he made himself move to the side, lean against the wooden wall and slide down on the ground next to his boyfriend, seemingly deprived of all his strength, but happy, so happy, not only because he managed to not collapse on Ronan like a house of cards.

    • Punishment, divine or not, ended up being dished out one way or another. That much was clear and that much was, what he could absorb as a fact, rather than just an obversation of many unclear things. In the end, he wondered if it really mattered to him that this world was one of many, or if all of it only revolved around Caelan of Fhaergus, around the man he'd learned to love in a timespan that had been horribly short to begin with. What Ronan was yearning for was simple, yet convoluted and they both knew as much - in the end, it all came back to them being but teenagers, unaware of their role in this world and twisted, turned by ideals of many more things, mainly their fathers and the beliefs of their world. Was it really a sin to want this, to be touched like this and to enjoy it, or was it simply that Ronan had told himself just that one too many times, had indulged in so many things one too many times and was now paying for it by ... what exactly? Hadn't he gotten what he wanted without being murdered by the gods themselves, coming down onto their scorched earth and delivering the divine punishment he kept thinking about? Why was he even thinking about all of this, or rather, how did he time to question all of this in between those incoherent, jumbled thoughts of his as Caelan overwhelmed him with pleasure?

      Being urged to pleasure himself in front of Caelan, touch himself and go on like this, felt odd when being instructed to do it - almost ashaming and yet he longed for the touches he was deprived of, one too many times. Ronan did as told, did as Caelan wanted him too and yet, it didn't feel the same, instead, it felt almost as if he was doing this in vain, somehow still good, but not as fantastic as it could be. What a shame that was, actually and how much he wanted something else, something more, he couldn't explain. Their lips had only parted, he was feverently gasping for air, but as fast as he'd done that, he'd been going back to sucking Caelan off - the lack of oxygen almost drove him up a wall, that much was for sure. In the end, the truth was that he enjoyed this, enjoyed being forced to sit back against a wall, have no way out - and while he prefered Caelans touches on him over his own, he had to accept that this was fine as well, that Caelan was pretty much fucking his throat at this point, without Ronan having to do much more. Not gagging was hard and the lack of oxygen, the missing pause to breathe in and out, made his vision a blur, made his head spin, soon after Caelan had started. All of it felt otherwordly as he continued to touch himself as instructed, let his boyfriend do as he desired and had no time left to wonder, let alone really think about repercussions or something along those lines. What happened was that he, pretty much, found himself at Caelans mercy and - next to that - enjoyed this, so much more than he should. The grip on his hair, the lack of air - all of it contributed to the feeling of release slowly creeping up in his body, freeing him eventually but in turn he ruined bits of his shirt while most of his cum ended up on his hand. Caelan, however, was an entirely different chapter and Ronan didn't even get time to calm down all that much, instead, he was rewarded with what he'd wanted - and the blonde eventually let go of him, only leaving behind a bitter taste in his mouth and him, gasping for air, as he almost involuntarily swallowed all of it, while he whipped the rest of it away, alongside his salive. "My ... throat is ... definitely ... sore ..."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Caelan was still shaking and he was pretty sure that he wasn't able to stand up properly, he'd just fall back on his ass if he tried. His knees felt like butter, his breath and gasping for air sounded like he had run a marathon and his fingers and toes were numb. There was no thought, only the one that had him pull himself together one last time and do a step to the side, to not fall onto his boyfriend who needed some air himself. After that was done his head was still spinning and was occupied by Ronan, by what had happened, it was like seeing an afterimage, seeing again what they had done only from a spectators position. It took a while until he was able to catch a thought and process those words tossed at him from the side, word seemed like an abstract construct just seconds ago and though Caelan slowly understood them, he wasn't able to talk like he wanted to, dripping over his own words. "It... You... I... I'm... sorry...", he let out and moved his head to the side a little to be able to look at Ronan, at least it was evident he continued what Caelan had him told to do, he was happy about that fact.

      Caelans throat felt dry and he shook his head once more, trying to focus on Ronan next to him. His thoughts were gathering slowly and only now he was able to think about what he had done with or to Ronan. "I'm sorry.", he once again said, stretching out his hand for Ronans cheek. "Was this... too rough?", he asked, not sure if he in the end had overdid it after all, he didn't know what it was Ronan actually wanted after all. "How... do you feel?", he asked a second question, almost a little bit worried. His head felt heavy as well as his hand which slid downwards, following gravity, much like his head which he rested on Ronans shoulder. One more minute... he needed one more minute and then maybe they'd clean up real fast and snuggle into bed... or they didn't clean up, everything would be dirty at the end of this week anyway. "Thanks though...", he mumbled, he had never felt like this before, well he also had never done anything like this and until it had happened he hadn't planned to either. "You did a very, very, very good job... almost like you've done it before!", he chuckled. If Ronan wanted his wish fulfilled right after, Caelan just needed one more minute to collect himself, one more... and he wanted to spend it snuggled up to his boyfriend, only maybe not on the cold floor. Caelan started to move one arm under Ronans knees for exactly that reason, the other one slipping between the wall and his back. His head might not have been working properly in that moment, but his body went on auto pilot, actually standing up with Ronan in his arms, he carried him into the bedroom and didn't care about dirtying it yet again... well if Ronan wanted to be carried somewhere else, he could just voice it.

    • Ronan had to calm down, gasp for some more air and let his body come to its actual senses - he had been overwhelmed mere seconds ago and the aftershock still felt like it was coursing through his body, making sure he wouldn't forget what he and Caelan had done right here, right now - but that was bout it, wasn't it? They both were doing what they enjoyed and made a bigger mess of themselves than necessary. He threw his head back for a second, had it rest against the wall and took some deep breaths, knowing that it would help his racing heart and his lungs with catching up faster, as much as he hated to admit that. Frankly, he'd become exhausted and despite not paying attention to how late it was, he just wanted to lay down and drift off, wanted to sleep and not care about what his body had wanted him to do, or that he wanted to wash himself again - if it went on like this, he'd end up ruining his skin and his hair, especially when everything was fine. "Don't ...", he gasped, trying to get some air into his lungs and he was fairly sure that this was but a stupid decision of his own, even if it conveyed an entirely differen emotion to begin with. The more air rushed into his lungs, the clearer all of this became and the less he felt like he was going to die.

      The aftertaste was bitter and he wanted nothing more than to drink something to rid himself of it, but getting back onto his feet proved difficult for one too many reasons. What a shame it was for him to actually have to endure this, yet, Caelan was the one that felt like apologizing. "I'm fine", he answered, once he'd gotten enough air into those lungs of his and he was sure that he wasn't going to keel over once he'd get back on his legs. This was something he'd never even dared to dream of and yet, he'd gotten it, had gotten so much more than he deserved and truth be told, it felt good. "Caelan ... I'm fine ... this ... was perfectly fine ...", he sighed and as he wanted to get up, he instead found a new weight on his shoulder and seemingly couldn't move any longer, instead he now sat there, defeated and feeling his throat and jaw ache already, as if they'd just waited for him to do something as stupid as this. "No need to ... thank me", he answered and used his clean hand to ruffle through the blonde hair, just a bit, and pat the puppy, just a bit. "I haven't, but I'm glad you enjoyed it ... even though you did the most work", well, there were two people involved, but Ronan had gotten used like he'd wanted to - and was promptly hoisted into the air, once Caelan had regained his strength and footing. Without any proper cloth to take care of his problem - and unwilling to stain the bedsheets again - he used his shirt as a cloth, smeared all of it on there and then undressed himself fully. "I'm ... tired. How about a nap?"
      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 seemed to clean himself up with the already ruined shirt of his, should Caelan feel sorry for that? His own clothes lay somewhere o the floor, he didn't need to care about them and he had nothing much to rid himself from, only maybe some sweat, but that had dried already too, it hadn't been much anyway. Though Caelan had been patted on the head like this - and he very much liked it - he wasn't sure if he did good as well. "Was it kind of what you wanted...? Anything I can... do better...? Or shouldn't do anymore at all...?", he asked while his legs slowly carried them both into the bedroom. He felt like yawning, but he swallowed that urge, how late was it? Maybe early afternoon? Well whatever, it didn't matter at all, arriving so late or early here had already killed their sleep cycle anyway, at least Caelans. "I... well, kinda, but... you had it rough and not me.", Caelan chuckled and after what felt like an eternity, he reached the bed and put Ronan down carefully, then he grabbed his cup from the morning, it still had some tea in it and he handed it to Ronan. "It's cold though...", he apologized, one hand on the bed already and only waiting to fall into it. "I could... grab you the tea from the table though..." He didn't want to, he wasn't even sure if he was able to, but he would try if Ronan needed to get the bitter taste out of his mouth.

      "I'd love nothing more...", Caelan let out sighing when Ronan admitted he was tired too, he finally let go and fell into bed as well, head first. He didn't want to move anymore, he felt tired and beat but oh so good at the same time. His body was still tingling and only thinking about parts of what had happened made him feel excited. He wondered what they'd do until they had to leave, how much more would they try and how would it feel? Better than this? Was that even possible? He also still had to fulfill Ronans wish... he looked forward to it, maybe after they calmed down, or tomorrow, shouldn't they wake up again today... it wasn't late, but for now Caelan just wanted to lie down. He forced himself to crawl towards his boyfriend and snuggled against him. He hoped he wouldn't ask him for the tea on the table, but he'd get it for him, after all he was the one that left that bitter taste in Ronans mouth. He didn't know how it actually tasted, but he had an idea.

    • Somehow it was odd, wasn‘t it? Caring that much for someone one had just met a few days ago, yet they were already glued to one another and doing stuff like this, trusting one another fully and taking their turns at dishing out punishment of any kind. They both belonged to each other, more than ever right now, and that was what he‘d be bound to until the end of his very life. Ronan hadn‘t thought about what it‘d be like once he ran into someone he might fall for, when he fell out of love with the blonde, but those concerns were so far away, he didn‘t even care about it - it wouldn‘t happen, not soon anyway and that was alright, very much so actually. „You ... were a good ... puppy. There‘s room for ... improvement ... but it was mesmerizing ... already“, he voiced and he meant it. If Caelan could be a little bit rougher, he‘d probably lose it - simply, because it came close to suffocating anyway and that was exactly what Ronan wanted from the start. „I‘m ... fine, don‘t worry ...“, he mumbled, already preoccupied with being half asleep, rather than awake and yet, he grabbed the cold cup of tea from his boyfriends hands and drank it - he didn‘t need more. Despite cold tea tasting horribly, it took care of the aftertaste. „Thank you“, Ronan answered, cracking a slight smile.

      Once he‘d been let go off, he had gotten rid of those pesky, dirty clothes and tossed them aside, it felt a lot nicer to be here, but instead of going straight to bed, he went to the window and closed the curtains, to allow them a little more private sphere. The empty cup went onto his own nightstand now - he‘d clean that up whenever he awoke. „Some more sleep it is, then“, he chuckled and crawled into bed, under the blanket, together with Caelan who was tired as well. They both were exhausted, had exerted their powers to their fullest and now were looking for something, for somewhere they could rest in peace without having to worry. Ever so gently, he pat the blonde on the head, ruffled through his hair and smiled, just for a moment and just for a minute, before he cuddled up to him - snuggled into his arms and searched for the next best, warm feeling spot before he closed his eyes and wanted nothing more than to drift off already. „You did a fantastic job, you know?“, he mumbled, nuzzling his face against the blondes chest and pressing a soft kiss there, on a spot untouched, but that was everything he was still capable of. Ronan of Alster was almost always tired, but it was horrible right now - thus, he accepted defeat and once he‘d found a good spot, once his hand had moved from Caelans hair to his shoulder, he surrendered himself and fell asleep.
      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.

    • "Mhm... alright then, I will learn...", Caelan smiled and already was crawling under the blanket, kind of clumsy. The blanket was all twisted and he kicked it trying to have it align in the right way and finally he snuggled so much under it, only his eyes peered out of it. He watched Ronan not lying down, why wasn't he finally? What was this about? After being so rough and somewhat demanding he now felt like the puppy he was, or a little boy, that wanted Ronan to finally come here and cuddle him, maybe even give him a short kiss. He lurked under that blanket almost grumbling while Ronan was still occupied closing the curtains after he finally lay down too and snuggled under the blanket to Caelan. The blonde lay his arms around Ronan immediately and he leaned into the pat on his head. A proud grin was appearing on his face, while he closed his arms around Ronan and squeezed him again, though now gently and loving. He couldn't voice how much he felt for him and he was scared calling it love already, so he shut his mouth and just showed his affection with softly caressing Ronans back.

      "Mhm... thank you...", Caelan smiled after he got a compliment and soon after he was feeling Ronans body slump against him, he already had fallen asleep. Caelan smiled, cuddled and caressed him some more and closed his eyes as well for a while, he wasn't able to say for how long. When he woke up from his nap it was already dark outside, but that happened fast in spring, the days were still short. The crackling fire spent some light still, Ronan seemed asleep. Caelan figured instead of wasting more time, he could clean up a little bit, and so he gently pushed Ronan from him and put the blanket over the noble to let him sleep some more. Caelan himself first searched for his clothes on the floor and put them on, then he grabbed all those cups standing around and put them in the kitchen. He cleaned them and then also cared for the floor a little bit, he scrubbed the places they had been, without really seeing if it was dirty, just in case. At last he started heating the broth from yesterday, they should eat before they actually slept until tomorrow, though Caelan wasn't tired anymore. Ronan was a hard case, did he want to get woken up, or rather sleep until tomorrow? Well Caelan decided to get back into bed next to him and started softly brushing over his shoulder and arm. "Ronan... do you want to keep sleeping...?", he whispered softly. "I heated up the food, but... I can leave you a while longer..."

    • His dreams were a mess, a myriad of irrelevant things that he barely could name, a mix of so many things, it barely mattered what he attempted. Ronan didn't know much, but he knew for sure that it was stupid to assume he was someone, something that meant anything to anyone that wasn't Caelan - there weren't labels they could tack onto themselves and yet, they called each other their boyfriend, didn't they? And their cheesy pet names had already come out as well, almost as if there was no way around it and Ronan saw to his own enjoyment, whether it was in his jumbled up dreamds orthe messed up reality he had to live in - Caelan made it a little brighter, all of it, whatever he wanted the blonde to or not, he was here to stay, like a pesky cold. Though, he wouldn't go as far as to compare that little puppy to a nasty illness, rather, he felt as if his boyfriend was sometimes like a little child, unwilling to share him or anything about him and that meant something, even though they hadn't known one another for more than a few days, which just ... felt odd. Why was it that it felt like he'd known the blonde for years, yet he actually didn't?

      Ronan of Alster was, in fact, more than tired and had slept for a good, long while. Not even Caelan leaving his side woke him up, not all of a sudden at least. The noises he made while cleaning also weren't a problem, it was the lack of warmth despite the flame in the fireplace still flickering - he missed Caelan, or maybe his body that would keep his own at an acceptable temperature. His head hurt, at least somewhat and only for a moment, but he stood where he was, ignoring the ache that was coming from his jaw and throat, instead, he cuddled with the blanket that he'd been left with and tried to ignore his worldly burdens as best as he could. If one had to guess, he wasn't exactly sickly but rather lazy and easily tired - but all of that had contributed and ended in a false image of himself, one that people were cherrypicking facts about. "Mh", he barely made a sound as he was touched again, as he was asked something that he could answer if he felt like it - but the only thing that did happen was Ronan, opening his eyes slightly and looking at Caelan in the dim light. Instead of doing anything worthwhile, he tugged on Caelans sleeve. "Get me ... some clothes ...", his throat really did ache! "And ... carry me ...", he mumbled, before he sank back into bed - he still was damn tired.
      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 woke up very slowly but that was normal for him, wasn't it? Those sleepy eyes looked at Caelan and tugged on his sleeve as if he didn't already have all of Caelans attention. He smiled at him a put a kiss on his forehead. "Carry you...? Where to? I can carry the food to where you are too, you know?" He chuckled a little bit and reached out for Ronans hair to make him look less like a ghost with his hair all over. He put some strands behind Ronans ear, followed by another small kiss, then he stood up again. Ronan could barely wear what he had on before, that stuff needed to be cleaned, so he searched for Ronans bag and something to wear that looked comfortable. That all didn't, so he just pulled out a pair of pants that looked somewhat comfy. Then he moved over to his own things an picked a shirt that probably was way too big for Ronan, but it did look much better than anything Ronan had. All those buttons couldn't possibly be comfortable to lie on. He also found some underwear in Ronans things, though it felt weird to just take that out of his bag like that, well he was advised to do so, so he did. With all three things he came back to Ronan and put the stuff next to him, he didn't have to dress him, did he? Caelan stretched out his hand to pet Ronans head softly, did he fall asleep again? "I'll bring the bowl to you.", he decided and left one more time to get to the cooking broth at the fireplace. Some of it he put in two bowls, one for each of them. He added two spoons and came back to Ronan with both bowls, which he set aside on the nightstand for now.

      Ronan was so cute and attractive in all those different situations. He was cute when he was this tired and acted like a little child, tugging on Caelans clothes or clinging to him. He even wanted to be carried around and frankly Caelan had no problem with it, but why forcing him out of a comfy and warm bed, when he could just eat here. Usually eating in bed was only allowed when Caelan was sick and this probably also applied to Ronans home, but here they could do whatever they wanted, they could eat in bed, run around the hut naked or... well indulge in each others touches, which they already did before. Caelan leaned forward, looked at Ronans beautiful face and gave him another soft kiss, but this time on his lips. "You don't have to get up again if you don't want... I'll bring anything you need to you." With that Caelan still lying on his side in the bed reached for one of the bowls and presented it to his boyfriend. "You also don't have to wear clothes ever again... you know...?", he slightly grinned, making a joke obviously but of course he didn't mind if he could look at Ronans body without him wearing pesky clothes, for the rest of their time together.

    • To be frank, he never had been someone that cared what others thought about him, or at least that had always been what he'd acted like. When he was younger, all of this seemingly wasn't a problem - Darragh wasn't a problem, either. Now that he'd gotten slightly older, getting up felt like a pain, let alone waking up. Ronan knew that this wasn't about his own shortcomings, it was his body denying him things, but it still felt miserable to be aware of so many things and yet unable to change any of them. Although, in Caelans grasp, he could unravel and while all of this still bothered him, he couldn't deny that it was alright to be who he was - that it was fine to be with Caelan and just let him see this weak, fragile side of him that he often scorned. "Mh ... carry me", he insisted instead, wanting to get up and out of bed, but it was no use - he was lulled deep into this half asleep, half awake state and all he could do was comply to his bodies wishes, adhere them and accept his defeat at the hands of ... himself, wasn't it? Caelans touches felt soft, almost faint and dragged him to somewhere else, made all of this seemingly more endurable and yet he couldn't stretch out his hand to cling to him any longer, almost as if that was to keep him from doing stupid stuff. "Mhm", he murmured, barely registering the sentence.

      His limbs weren't feeling like they'd freeze off and he could open his eyes without much of a hassle, but that was about it - there was nothing else he could or would do and that was a shame, because it felt as if Caelan had brought him those clothes for nothing, just for him to look at them and then ignore them, cuddling with the blanket instead and wondering if the smell of re-heated broth would get him going again. As the floorboards made soft creaking sounds and his boyfriend seemingly came ever closer, he wondered what it was that kept him from doing all those things he wanted - or why Caelan was tolerating it, letting him do what he desired and not forcing his body to wake, not giving him some help. The kisses felt divine, much like the puppies presence and yet, he couldn't fully bask in either of them, still busy fighting against his own drowsiness and wiping his eyes, trying to get some sense into that body of his. "Mhm ... you'll take ... care of me, right ...?", he asked, nuzzling against one of the pillows before he forced himself to at least sit up ever so slightly, to just open his eyes a bit and divert his attention to Caelan. "I'm cold, though ...", he mumbled, reaching out for the shirt he didn't recognize and throwing it on regardless. Then, almost on a whim, he took the bowl offered to him, once he'd sat up, and started eating - at least he wanted to, but after one bite, he pretty much stopped. "My throat ... hurts ..."
      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.

    • "Of course I'll take care of you! I always will!", Caelan answered with a smile and watched Ronan snuggle with his pillow like a child with his toy. Caelan wondered if Ronan needed some help, or if it was just fine like this. They could sleep until the next day if they wanted too, after all it was already dark outside though probably not that late yet. Ronan sat up finally, putting on Caelans shirt but that was it for now, his other half stayed naked under that blanket, maybe a shirt was enough to rid Ronan from the cold surrounding his body. He even reached for the bowl now, seemingly more awake now and Caelan found a suitable position as well, leaning against the wall behind the bed and taking his own bowl of food from the nightstand. It was still hot, but eatable so he tasted it. It didn't taste different from yesterday and at the end of the day maybe they had nothing left of it, though... Ronan stopped eating right away.

      "I...I'm sorry! I really am!", Caelan immediately apologized, a worried look on his face, he was to blame for Ronans hurting throat. Ronan also did sound a little hoarse maybe. Caelan probably looked like he was the worst puppy in the world and like he knew exatly that, he never wanted to hurt Ronan! That was exactly what he was talking about, why didn't he say anything back when all that happened? "I...I... could maybe try to make you soup instead...?", he asked, not really having an idea as to how to make Ronan feel better. "I'll never force you to do anything like that again, I'm sorry." He did apologize too much, didn't he? "Can I do anything to make it up to you?" He wanted to make it right, very much so, but he didn't exactly knew how. "I could return the favor and... blow... you?", he asked, his voice changing from determined to embarrassed while he voiced his thoughts like that. His cheeks turned slightly red, would that even help him?

    • Being reassured just that felt incredibly nice, albeit a bit ... how would one put it? Weird, to say the least. Caelan offering himself up, without knowing about any of the consequences was - while incredibly charming - a bit too much for Ronan, but he didn't express that just yet and had no actual desire to forego that proposal and just deny that he didn't have to be take care of. Truth be told, he wasn't sure if he was anyone worthy of the blonde, but what he knew was that he - very much - enjoyed his company, even if he was stuck in a weird dreamscape and groggily waking up. Ronan was sure he looked horrible, not pleasing to the eye and yet Caelan didn't regard him as a monster and even made sure he felt okay enough to actually be awake, instead of forcing him to escape his dreams in one swift motion. He wasn't sure if his throat actually hurt because of his lover being rough, or if there was something else creeping up in his system, but whatever it was, he would know more once he woke up tomorrow, wouldn't he? Right now, he went back to eating that broth of his - he was somewhat hungry and he could endure the soreness and slight stinging.

      "You ... are sorry?", Ronan asked, confusedly blinking at that broth in his bowl. Why was Caelan sorry, of all things? He needn't be and the truth was that he didn't even care, he rather basked in the pain for a long while than immediately forget what it felt like to be with ones lover. The marks they left on one another were non permanent and would fade overtime, eradicating all evidence of their time together - and they'd reappear, in different shapes and on different spots sometime later. "... it's fine ... really ...", he croaked, fairly aware that most of his shitty voice came from the fact that he was forcing himself to stay awake, but he'd either wake up soon or go to sleep eventually, whatever came first didn't matter. "It's ... fine!", Ronan blurted out, took another spoonful of broth into his mouth and felt like he was going to choke on it soon after, once he'd registered that next sentence. "No, please!", he hoarsely voiced, coming to his senses and already starting to blush. "What ... you did was ... fine! I ... wanted it ... I want this." His head fell onto Caelans shoulder instead, once he'd assumed a more comfortable position of his own. "Please ... you ... don't need to. I ... liked it. A lot ..."
      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.

    • The fact that he hurt Ronan in the end made Caelan feel incredibly bad right now and the fact that Ronan might not punish him for it made it even worse. He thought he needed to pay the price somehow but if Ronan wasn't going to force him to, how could he? He looked at his boyfriend, his eyes glued to that throat of his, watching him swallow as if it could tell him how bad it was. He had brought him something, medicine or at least some honey, maybe that would have helped, but they had nothing here, nothing at all that could help him. "Of course I'm sorry...", Caelan mumbled, his head dangling down repenting. He shouldn't have lost control like this, he shouldn't have done whatever he wanted in that moment, he should have paid better attention. The croaked assurance from Ronans side wasn't believable at all and Caelan didn't want him to lie about it, only so Caelan felt better.

      Caelan had said too much didn't he? Ronan didn't want to hear this and maybe it wasn't all that bad, maybe Ronan didn't lie to him. "Mh... alright, still... tell me if you need anything.", he said only to look at Ronan confused soon after. "No, please?", he repeated Ronans words he uttered with such a pleading voice. Caelan knitted his brows, was the thought of having Caelan suck him off such a bad one, that he absolutely didn't want it? Not that Caelan was insisting or that he really wanted to, let alone knew how he'd do that, but such an answer was puzzling at best and hurt his ego quite a bit. Now he more looked like a spoiled brat that didn't get what he wanted, though his muscles relaxed soon after when Ronan put his head on Caelans shoulder. The words made feel Caelan a little better, at least about Ronans throat, not about him being so against the attention Caelan had offered. "Alright then...", he said relieved but also a little bit upset about the fact that he got rejected like that, although he didn't really mean it in the first place."Alright but if there is going to be something like that again, I'll take better care of you. I don't want to break you after all, I need you..."

    • Why was Caelan so pressed about making this up to him? Ronan had asked to be treated like that, had asked to be hurt and what he received - in the end - was nothing short of what he'd wanted all along. It seemed almost ridiculous to assume that he'd been hurt for real, or that a sore throat wouldn't pass. The hickeys that they'd leave on one another weren't much different from that - an expression of love in one of many forms, something that was permanent for a while until it faded into obscurity and disappeared. This was nothing new and a sore throat could mean anything, after all, he'd only loosely worn his clothes once they'd gotten to the main act and by now Caelan knew that he wasn't one for something that wasn't exactly warm temperatures. A shame, really, considering that the black haired noble was trying his best and doing his earnest to figure out what this world was and what it had in store for him if he continued to probe the blondes defenses and eventually destroy them, just to have everything of Caelan to himself. "You ... needn't be ...", Ronan said instead, knowing fully well that Caelan only meant well, that he had not evil intentions of any kind and only felt like he'd make it up to him, but even if he did, that was wrong.

      "I ... want you ...", he mumbled at first, then thought about it again. Well, he didn't exactly want the blonde himself right here, right now - he wanted something from him, but not his entire body. "I want ... you ... to stop worrying", he sighed before continuing to eat his broth, burrying the spoon in his mouth and just savoring the taste - well, he could cook, that much was for sure, but ... he still felt tired, half asleep and all of that heightened his senses and made them worse at the same time. Taking in all of this and having to keep up with their little conversation was a feat, but Ronan would manage, somehow. "Enough ... sex for ... today. I'd ... die ... from overstimulation", he answered the blonde, not wanting to have him believe that he thought Caelan wouldn't be capable of sucking him off. Right here, right now, he'd be overwhelmed with all those things he'd be forced to feel and in the end, he'd just pass out eventually, which was something he'd rather not do. "I ... want you to be ... rough", he swallowed a cough before it could creep up his throat - he wasn't getting sick, was he? "You're not ... going to break ... me like ... that", he chuckled instead, putting the by now empty bowl aside, back on the nightstand. "What ... now?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • He knew he didn't have to worry too much and for some reason Ronan liked to be handled roughly. He might not enjoy the pain right now but a little of it was fine during the act as it seemed. Caelan had to get used to that first, he always had taken care of his partners and he still did, he just needed to get into his head, that he didn't need to be extra careful. Maybe it was the fact that Ronan looked so incredibly tired right now as well, that made Caelan overreact a little. "Sorry, okay! I will stop!", he promised after Ronan uttered his wish like that. Caelan ate his own bowl of broth meanwhile though he was finished way faster with it, he always had eaten fast and not necessarily gracefully, though he wasn't a pig either. He just ate very quick and didn't care much about etiquette and so his bowl landed on the nightstand again, only now it was empty. Caelan could have easily eaten another bowl, but he didn't want to leave Ronans side right now, so he stayed, wrapping one arm around him since he sat so close by him.

      "Mhm, sure, I wouldn't say I'm not satisfied anyway!", Caelan grinned, there was enough action for one day and thinking about it, they didn't so anything else that was in any kind worthwhile. Well they came here for exactly that reason, didn't they and Caelan felt like the day had been worth it. Now however was a weird time in which Caelan didn't know if he was able to fall asleep after that nap, but staying awake for long seemed impossible too. "Noted... I'm sorry you just look half dead, I was scared for a second.", he explained and truth be told, he had liked treating Ronan rough like that and he would remember that look on Ronans face, blushing, overwhelmed, ecstatic and enjoying himself being in Caelans grasp... why did he worry again? Caelan looked down at Ronan after he had set away his bowl and put one arm around him. "Well you look tired... if you want you can go back to sleep. I think I'll read a little while and then go to sleep too. I can stay here of course and hold you if you want."

    • "Thanks", the young noble mumbled, already more asleep than awake again - why on earth did he even bother with getting up in the first place? Was it Caelans touch, or even his words that had dragged him out of his reserve and made him rise, just so that he could stuff his face with some broth and experience some more feelings, before he'd ultimately go back to bed? Whatever it was, he couldn't put a finger on it, but he cuddled up to the blonde regardless. This was fine, wasn't it? "See? Glad ... to hear that", he croaked instead, rubbing his face against the blondes body already, as if he were urging him to stop and go back to sleep with him, to sink back into their little bed and forget about whatever burden they were carrying around. Sometimes, being alive wasn't neccessarily easy, but when the two of them were together, it didn't feel bad - it never had, not with one another. "Half dead? ... at least ... you're honest and don't ... try to ... flatter ... me", Ronan chuckled, happy with what he heard regardless and already slinking down, back into bed, into a more comfortable position thank this one. ""I ... will ... don't stay ... awake for ... too long ...", he mumbled.

      How long did it take for him to fall asleep like this? Probably not long, he'd pretty much went back to dreaming immediately, unable to say if he'd remember his little exchange with the blonde when he woke back up or not, or if he'd chalk it up to his dreams. A slight sigh spilled from his lips, once he'd woken up - how late was it? There were faint rays of sunlight creeping in through the curtains and the world beyond them seemed to be tinted faintly orange, filled with fog - however late it was, it was pretty early and for once, Ronan was surprised about himself, still in the arms of Caelan, wondering what was happening right here, right now and why his body was permitting him to wake up like this, so fast and without many problems. So, he'd slept like this the entire night, bothering the blonde with his mere presence? Once he'd made way and removed his face from Caelans chest, he felt the soreness of his throat - and yet, it wasn't bad, even if swallowing was a tad bit odd and somewhat painful. "Wake up, sleepyhead", he croaked - that didn't sound good, but he'd take it. Maybe crawling under the blanket to actually blow Caelan was an option, but not with that sore throat of his, which was why he scratched over his thigh instead.
      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.

    • As soon as Ronan stopped talking he was asleep, at least it seemed that way and Caelan had to silently laugh about it just a little bit. This position couldn't really be comfortable though, well for now Caelan let Ronan cuddle up to him like this and looked for his book. He stretched and took it from the nightstand. It was kind of dark already and the fire didn't provide much light, but it was possible to make out the letters on the pages, however the dim light made him tired pretty fast. He read a few pages before he set the book back aside, this was too exciting and embarrassing to read anyways and he yawned once, before he robbed down a little, slightly moving Ronan down with him. As soon as he lay there he wrapped his arm around Ronan and was asleep just as fast as his boyfriend before. Though they didn't do much exactly the day had been eventful, exciting and fun. Caelan wasn't surprised he dreamed of Ronan for the entirety of the night.

      Caelan merely woke up when he heard Ronans voice, but he wasn't motivated to move just yet, not even to say something. This was like a vacation right? Couldn't he just stay in bed the whole day? No, apparently not, he got goosebumps immediately and his hair stood on end when Ronan scratched over his skin so suddenly. Caelans leg twitched a bit and his hand searched for Ronans which was touching him in this indecent way, but he couldn't find it and lost interest again. The pillow was so soft, the whole bed seemed like the most comfortable bed ever, the blanket was fluffy too and everywhere it smelled of Ronan. "Mh... early... for that...", he mumbled half a sentence, since when was Ronan the one being awake? Would they ever be able to wake up at the same time, without one having to drag the other out of bed? Caelan was the one snuggling towards Ronan now, forcing his head under Ronans arm and his face against his chest, it was always so comfortable next to him. "You sound... like a witch... with that voice...", he pointed out, surprised he even found the motivation to form those words and why those first thing in the morning? As if Ronan was the one saying something stupid like that, Caelan softly bit him, though the fabric from the shirt which was in the way didn't taste that good.

    • Swept away by the waves of yesteryear was one thing that Ronan could use to express his predicament when it came to sleeping - was he ever, truly, fully awake? Or did he yearn for something else, for something more? Whatever it may be, it didn't matter, not right here or right now and it most certainly didn't matter if Caelan was bothered by it - because he seemingly wasn't and rather entertained the thought of having someone like Ronan, of all people, be a cuddlebug that wanted nothing more than to be loved, cherished and held tight, never to be let go of again. Once he'd gotten a reaction out of Caelan, he smiled and couldn't contain himself any longer. "Doesn't matter", he snickered and scratched over the blondes thigh once more - the goal was to get him up, not rile him up. What would they even do, once the two of them awoke? How about a stroll, or rather, how about hunting something for lunch and dinner, once they'd have had their breakfast? Or ... why even leave their bed, actually? Truth be told, he didn't even want to get up, but his body felt like it was urging him to and commanding him - and yet, Ronan wasn't convinced in the slightest.

      "Get up, sleepyhead. I'll curse you otherwise - I don't only sound like a witch, I am a witch", he joked and thus all of this was to culminate in one swift motion, one single sentence - Ronan had no idea what else he could do, now that he was in Caelans chokehold and pretty much forced to just let himself be cuddled with, as if he were an oversized plushtoy that was waiting for its owner to divert some attention to it. "Caelan, wake up", he said, kissing the blondes head, only to be bitten in response and flinching slightly. "What ... was that for?", he croaked once more - speaking hurt, swallowing hurt and all in all, being awake kind of hurt, but ... it could be worse, couldn't it? Ronan patted his boyfriends head softly, as if he was encouraging a puppy and reassuring it that whatever it was doing, was alright. What now? Try to wrestle himself out of that bear hug and try his best to make a run for it, or just accepting his defeat at the hands of the blonde? "Do you want a kiss?", he asked instead, not sure how he'd manage to coax the blonde out of bed like that, but ... it was worth a try, wasn't it? "Or would you rather go outside?"
      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.