sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

"No... I mean... I know it now and I didn't know back then... actually back then meaning before I knew you, so if anyone is a devil it is you.", Caelan answered, hiding his face at Ronans chest, mumbling half of the words because he was somehow embarrassed and Ronan made it worse because he wasn't at all. After reading a bunch of these books maybe it got normal or something like that, but for the blonde everything was new, from his feelings to the very descriptive books he had read until now, that ought to tell him how to sleep with a man when he actually shouldn't even think about it. How would that even feel? For both of them that was. He didn't take all of what the books said literal, it still were books, fantasies and probably exaggerating on many things. Was it even possible to meet Ronans expectations? Well first of all they would need some calm and quiet place to test any of this anyway, with people potentially running in on them, they both didn't feel safe enough probably, at least Caelan didn't, though that might have changed as soon as Ronan made the first move, he was irresistible after all...

"Idiot...!", Caelan retaliated, he wasn't sure if that joke was funny, after all he didn't want to hurt Ronan and he didn't like to be reminded of it. "If I'm that hot, maybe I shouldn't touch you anymore!", he snorted jokingly but didn't even think of letting go of Ronan, quite the opposite, he was already starting to press Ronan a little bit closer. "Mhm, I can stay awake a while longer if you want that.", he answered, he didn't mind no matter if Ronan fell asleep quite fast, or if he wanted some more cuddling, maybe even some kisses first. "Then rub my back, you can access it now, don't you?", Caelan asked not aware that Ronan already had let go of the sponge, but he noticed soon after when he felt his hands in his hair. "I want to help you feel as good as possible.", Caelan answered straight, he didn't care much for himself in the end it made him happy making Ronan happy, more than receiving too much attention himself. "Actually I want to kiss you...", he added after he thought about it for another second, still feeling those hands on his skin, cold, probably because Ronan hadn't dipped them into the water and they still were a little wet from the sponge. It was somehow a good feeling, although it almost burned every time he felt Ronans fingers on his skin, at the same time he felt incredibly warm though. He let go of Ronan just a little bit, so he was able to lift up his head and kiss Ronan. His heart skipped a beat, first they had exchanged no kisses at all then they only exchanged short ones and this kiss now felt like they completely forgot about how good it felt to stick together like this for a minute or maybe even two, at least Caelan felt that way. Why didn't he kiss Ronan sooner? It should have been the first thing to do. The warmth from the hot water in the tub joined the warmth that was spreading from inside Caelans body almost immediately.

"Me? The devil? You wound me, my beloved", Ronan giggled. Maybe the blonde was right, well, after all, he was nothing more than someone born between a wolf and a sheep, someone that shouldn't exist and yet he did, proud as ever, wearing his heart on his tongue and risking everything he could, just so that he had time to spend with his boyfriend. Ronan of Alster was content the way he was - he liked being himself, liked the mere thought of his simple existence, far off the actual trouble from this troublesome life and all there was to it was, well, nothing short of the bliss he'd yearned for. Was it mere luck that he had found Caelan - that the blonde had found him - or had it been as fate willed it? Goddamn it, why believe in an abstract concept like that, anyway? It had happened because it did, because he was stubborn and forced himself to talk to someone he didn't know, yet he had had a crush on him for the longest time - this was embarrassing, about as embarrassing as most of the books he'd read and the sleepless nights he'd spent thinking about the contents of all of them, thinking about Caelan and how it would feel to finally do, well, more than just what they'd done before.

"Me? An idiot? Wouldn't I need to be sharp and cunning if I were the devil?" He knew that he'd made a joke the blonde didn't like, but truth be told, when didn't he? His main goal was to tease Caelan, to rile him up - almost always. "If you stop touching me I'll lose my goddamn marbles", he sighed, knowing fully well that - yes - he would and yes - Caelan would kill him one day, just by being overly cautious. Ronan of Alster wanted to be hurt, as fucked up as it sounded and he knew that - while Caelan only had the best in mind for them both - there wasn't much he could do to surpress some carnal urge. "We'll not die if we stay awake for a few more minutes and ... I mean, I let go of the sponge ... um." There was no chance he could dip those hands of his into the hot water, lest he'd burn already burned skin or worse, actually got soap on the open wound and then, well, maybe he'd have a better time with just one hand, who knew? "If you want to make me feel good, just do what you think is right", Ronan mumbled, wanted to lean in, but soon enough, he felt the blondes lips on his own - the heat from the water had already been enough to make him feel lightheaded, but the sudden kiss made it kind of worse, didn't it? It took them a minute, or maybe even two, to seperate, to gasp for air - and Ronan felt invigorated. "I want more ...", he mumbled and kisse Caelan back almost immediately. Was he being greedy? Yes, definitely.

"Would you rather be a forsaken god...? One of lust and... mh... I don't know, but there are usually two words coming after.", Caelan asked while a second word actually wouldn't come to mind right now. He knew Ronan wasn't actually hurt by those words, but calling him a god sounded more... well right, if this was even possible. Both words seemed kind of odd and over the top, though in the eyes of a puppy its master must be close to a god, all knowing, wise and strong, right? Calling him the god of lust wasn't even that wrong either, after all, Caelan had never felt like this before. "Seduction!", he yelled out as it came to his mind. "Of lust and seduction.", he finished. Ronan did seduce Caelan of Fhaergus, made him love him in only a few hours, he showed him a world he had never seen before, showed him books he didn't think would exist. He showed him so many things, love, longing, all the feelings swelling up in him, wanting to burst out. The time without him had been hard and now Caelan didn't want to let go again and he hated to be apart from Ronan soon once more, for maybe weeks or even months.

"Maybe you're neither the devil nor a god, maybe more like a lowly demon...", Caelan mused, looking at that boyfriend of his. "I'm not going to let go..." He never wanted to let go, but for now the night had to be enough, he'd hold Ronan until the sun rose and they had to stand up to grab a breakfast, but until then nothing could stop Caelan from doing that. "As I said... idiot...", Caelan mumbled upon hearing Ronan let go of the sponge, but he also didn't try finding it or picking it up, instead they kissed. That was what Caelan thought was right, what would make both of them feel good and as their lips parted, Ronan confirmed Caelans hypothesis. The way he said the following words, the way his breath brushed against Caelans skin and the hot air, all of that was getting to his head and if Ronan hadn't kissed him, he had leaned forward himself. Now he grabbed Ronan softly and lifted him up just a little bit, without parting, he pulled him closer, as close as he could actually, having Ronan sit between his legs. He wanted to feel him, feel more of him, so he put one hand on Ronans back, pressing his chest against his own, Caelans second hand rested on Ronans lower back. As long as Ronan didn't dare to put his wrists under water, everything was fine and this could go on a long while longer, as if to catch up all they had missed while being apart.

"I think you do not notice all your good feats...", Caelan said with a smile, but it was enough, Ronan had told him that he couldn't deal with too much praise, so Caelan stopped for now. Of course god was a tad bit much, Caelan didn't really mean it, but Ronan was a better person than he thought he was and he was strong in his own way, aside from the fact that he looked just beautiful and his soft felt like silk, so different from Caelans rough hands that probably saw way too much for a noble of his standing. "Whatever you are, you're mine!", Caelan purred and pressed another kiss to Ronans lips, then he looked at him again. He wasn't sure if he was blessed by Ronan himself or some god, or if he was cursed. He felt so good in Ronans presence and so awful when he was away from him and being away seemed to happen more often. Apart from that, this relationship was dangerous, they both knew that but they were good at ignoring that fact as it seemed.

"I don't know about the occult, whether a demon plays with his human prey or a human can actually control the power of a demon... we both want something from each other, don't we? So we're both dependent on each other as well.", Caelan said with a soft voice, the air around them felt charged but fragile, he could have looked at Ronan all night, at his somewhat wet hair dangling over his shoulders and the pale skin under which his muscles worked whenever he moved. Ronans collarbone was especially beautiful tonight, though Caelan thought this was an odd thing to think. "You started...", Caelan murmured breathless, the black-haired did after all... somehow, he was the one wanting more. Caelan leaned into the soft touch, then he looked at Ronan again. "I missed you too... every hour apart was hard...", he whispered and closed his eyes. He concentrated on Ronans presence, his arms dangling over the blondes shoulders and the warmth he spread. His heart felt like it was starting to swell up and as if it had no place in Caelans chest at some point, his cheeks were already red from the steamy air and the fact that Ronan was so close to him, Ronans words made it worse, his kisses double. Caelan didn't want to part again, but Ronan just gave him a short kiss on his lips, he still was able to taste him. "Tell me about it...", he answered a little hoarse, he needn't forget breathing. "Or maybe you could... show me..." Caelans stomach tingled, was this enough to make him nervous again or was this excitement? Maybe both.

"I'm here to pick you up again.", Caelan smiled, pressing another kiss on Ronans lips. He knew Ronans life seemed like hell to him, it probably was as shitty as he said, he knew his father talked him down just like Allard did, but he did so much more to his son and as a son it wasn't easy to just retaliate or even talk back. He knew that Ronans life must have been a dark place up until now but now he seemed happy, didn't he? Caelan just needed to find a way to stay close to him, to see him more often and be by his side, letters alone wouldn't help and it probably would only make things worse if Ronans father got a hold of them, even if the contents were cryptic and only for them to understand. However they didn't end up with any usable idea, but the best thing Caelan was able to do now was spending time with Ronan and being close to him, just like he was now. Ronan smiled and laughed and though he lied to Caelan before, the blonde was sure he didn't lie about not laughing for years. Caelan was happy he could at least change that and he understood that Ronans life didn't turn upside down just because he got a hold of his longtime crush and he returned his feelings for him. It had been wrong to be angry at Ronan and now he wasn't anymore, at the very worst he was worried.

"Keep that in mind... it's an invisible chain tying us together even if I'm in Fhaergus.", Caelan giggled, Ronan just needed to look at the stars, the same stars Caelan would look at from his window, it wasn't much that kept them apart and it was never impossible to meet if they needed to, well... except during the winter maybe. "Did you not want me to act upon it...?", Caelan asked voiceless, was he at falt for those kisses now? "I won't leave you alone.", Caelan said, meaning it fully, while he looked at Ronan. He wanted to taste those red lips again, he wanted to taste his tongue, but for now he held back a little bit, watching Ronan to figure out what it was that sparkled in his dark eyes. Goosebumps were spreading all over Caelans body, a simple touch was enough and he flinched just a little bit as Ronan grabbed his hair like that. The blonde tried to keep looking at Ronan from this changed position but stared on the ceiling as soon as he felt Ronans lips on his skin. " You need to let me go, if you want out of the tub...", he said, his voice was almost a little bit shaky. Caelan bit his lip as Ronan sucked on the patch of skin he chose, that would be visible tomorrow, but nobody would care much probably, not about Caelan. "That's... unfair... I can't give you visible ones...", he sighed and his hands searched for good spots to hold onto. A shiver ran through his body upon hearing Ronans words and he was more than just a little bit curious as to what he had planned, but maybe he'd just fall into bed after all. "That... sounds like... a bad idea...", he answered with a deep sigh, he enjoyed this way too much, but nobody could know who those marks where actually from, what was Ronan planning?

"I... guess I am.", Caelan answered truthfully, he had never been in love, he never had a crush, not that he remembered anyway, but Ronan was different. Everything about him was beautiful in his eyes, even his pain that he tried to hide, those lonely eyes that looked at Caelan for help, help that he absolutely wanted to give him. Caelan saw all his loneliness and suffering as soon as he had stepped back for a moment and he had apologized for being angry at him, for trying to leave all of this behind. But now there was no sadness, not as much anyway, no he truly was happy, at least Caelan wanted to believe that. It was hard being apart, it was hard being there for him when they actually shouldn't even be friends, but he would find a way to keep Ronan afloat to keep him alive and to take some of his pain away. This was what Caelan desired, did he not? Of course there were also more carnal things that he wanted to do, or that he wanted Ronan to do, but those were not important and only for the moment. For now he had not much of a choice and kept stretching his neck, while Ronan left all those marks on his skin, robbing him of his senses. He had to live without any of this for too long and for some reason the strong grip on his hair felt oddly good, maybe it was the hot air that was going to his head.

Caelan had contradicted himself, yes, but Ronan knew what he meant by that, still... "Sorry...", he mumbled, the skin on his throat hurt just a little bit, even after Ronan stopped maltreating it. Did he want him to stop and continue in Ronans bed, or did he rather want to stay here and continue this? "I shouldn't...", Caelan whispered, nobody would ask Caelan were those marks were coming from, but they would ask Ronan. The blonde bit his lip again, not sure what he could do while Ronan was so busy marking Caelan all over his throat. "I will... I am!", Caelan said, Ronan already knew that the blonde would do almost anything for him and he already was a good puppy, wasn't he? There they were again. The sudden missing grip and the cold air brushing at Caelans exposed chest felt awful, Ronan suddenly moved away, hadn't he been good after all? Caelan sat up slowly and eventually stood up to take the towel and dry himself. "I don't.", he answered with a look on his face worth of a puppy. After he rid himself of all the water on his body he briefly dried his hair as well, then he grabbed the clothes he brought and slipped into them. He picked up the rest and also the pieces he left on the floor before, then he joined Ronan at the door. "Are you checking if everything's clear?", he asked instead of just waltzing outside, what if someone was strolling through the hallway right now?

Wasn’t Caelan his, wasn’t he Caelans and weren’t they both hopeless, both drowning in love for one another and wasn’t it useless to try fighting each others urges, just to fit in with a society that would hate them regardless? “Mhm, yes, yes you are”, he chuckled. Ronan wanted nothing more than to be held, to be loved and cherished by someone he barely knew and yet yearned for. Ronan of Alster was hopeless, wasn’t he? Stuck in a miasma, thick and blinding, robbing him of all and any senses - truth be told, he knew that this was wrong and that he shouldn’t be wanting Caelan the way he did, but there was no chance for him to do anything else, no chance to escape his own desires and mock the blonde, play with his puppy and tease him to death. Well, death was exaggerated but there certainly would be occasions when one’s death was preferable over any pleasure, or anything one could be yearning for in that exact moment. Well, what was it that he wanted and what would it be that he got? In the end, only time would tell and Caelan got, what he deserved, as much as Ronan die.

Now that they had seperated, Ronan peered out of the door and searched for someone, for something, but shook his head in response to Caelans words. “There’s no one, so come”, he sighed, grabbing the blondes wrist and dragging him along, taking a mental note that maybe he should at least make up an excuse as to why he was bathing with Caelan of Fhaergus and spending some private time with the blonde to begin with. There wasn’t more to it, was it? They could just pretend to be who they should be and live on, or do something else. “You know, I’ll make up for dragging you out of the bath that quickly”, he said as he opened the door to his room, shoved Caelan back inside and closed the door behind them. Ronan grabbed the clothes in the blondes hand, yanked them from his grasp and let them fall to the floor was he reached for the key to lock the door, before pressing his puppy back against the door and starting to fumble with that new shirt of his - he should get out of that. “I’m so fucking tired”, he grumbled, reaching for a fistful of the blonde hair at the back of Caelans head. “And you’re so damn tall, too”, he mumbled, obviously annoyed. What was he going to do with the blonde? Well, pull his head to the side and manhandle his exposed throat some more wandering down a bit and letting his free hand slide up Caelans shirt, only to scratch the skin there on occasion. “You know, you are a good puppy but it’s pretty hard to not tease you when I haven’t seen you in forever and it’s literally hard to even touch you”, he probably was bending his wrist into ways he shouldn’t, but that didn’t matter, not when he could remove that hand from under Caelans shirt and palm him through his pants, only to suck another spot on the nobles ruined neck. “And though I want everyone to know you’re mine, I have no idea how I’ll do that. Maybe it’s enough if you know who your master is, how about that, puppy?”

Caelan was dragged along yet again, wasn't he supposed to be the motivated one, the one that got Ronan to do things he usually didn't? Not that he minded, he just let himself be dragged back to Ronans room, standing there only a few moments after not sure what to do now. "Making it up to me? How?", Caelan asked with a slight smile, there really was no need to, if Ronan rather went to sleep right here right now. Caelan didn't have to decide what to do next though, Ronan already grabbed those clothes of Caelan, the dirtied ones and the pieces that were meant for the next day and pulled them out of his hands, throwing all of it on the floor. Caelan looked to the side, where Ronan was locking his door with his key, the loud clicking noise was assuring, they were safe. Even if someone came by, he wouldn't be able to waltz in and Ronan could think of an excuse or Caelan could hide, if he had to outside the window. There wasn't much time to think about it and suddenly the blonde was pushed against that same door, his back hitting the wood, while he looked down on his boyfriend a little bit surprised. It seemed like dressing himself was pretty useless, there had been no one in the hallway and now Ronan was already busy peeling Caelan out of his shirt again.

"I'm not mad if you want to sleep.", Caelan answered unsuspecting of what came next. The by now familiar pull on his hair made Caelan lean down just a little bit, his size was annoying once more as it seemed. "I'm sorry...", he mumbled upon feeling Ronans lips on his skin once more, he'd be all blue tomorrow if that continued, maybe even he would be asked about who the heck did this and what happened last night after he just vanished suddenly. "Do you want me to... get on my knees?", he asked because Ronan still pulled on his hair and complained about him being to tall, they also could have lied down instead, then Caelans height wouldn't be an issue, probably, but Ronan was the one that was so eager right now, maybe making it more complicated than it needed to be, or maybe he just wanted to force Caelan to kneel before him at some point. He also felt Ronans cold fingers scratching over Caelans skin soon after and he got goosebumps again and his cheeks turned red, even more so when Ronans hand suddenly moved downwards, brushing over his pants but that was more than enough to have Caelan bite his lower lip once more. "Sorry...", he apologized once more for something that wasn't even his fault and that also didn't really upset Ronan - probably. Caelans breath already went faster and he tried to get a look on Ronan, but he couldn't while the tweaking on his neck continued and by now there was probably no spot left that wasn't already red or blue. "I know that already...", he replied though this time maybe a little bit defiant, as if Ronan was insulting him by thinking otherwise and he needn't have anything so god damn easy, did he now? Though having Ronans hand where it was didn't ake it easier to hide his rising affection, it was embarrassing.

“You’ll see, don’t question it too much”, Ronan laughed. He was the one that had someone like Caelan wrapped around his finger and he was the one that found himself being helplessly in love with someone who was, all things considered, nothing more than a lover that he’d spend the rest of his days with if he could. Right here, right now there wasn’t anything else the young noble could want except to let all of the world see who his boyfriend belonged to, like a collar of hickeys that marred his throat, but there was so much more - it was awful to look at, probably. Ronan wanted much more than he could force onto Caelan and he wanted so much more than the blonde could take - they were both tired, probably bruised and the best thing he could come up with was feeling up the man that wanted to spend the rest of his days with. “I don’t want to sleep but you also needn’t apologize, so don’t worry”, he chuckled, happy with the display before him. Caelan was bending down, just slightly and while he would have forced him onto his knees, Ronan felt like forcing him out of that shirt of his instead and grinning a whole lot, filled to the brim with ecstasy and glee, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Stay”, he commanded, brushing through the blondes hair, loosening his grip for only a second, before his hand wandered upwards, gripped a new bunch of hair and tucked on it, pulled it downward. “You know that you belong to me?”, he asked, almost breathless and instead of leaving another hickey on Caelans throat, he softly bit the area, not enough to draw blood or even cause a lot of pain. Still, he was feeling him up through his pants, just before he wandered up to the rim of Caelans pants and stuck his hand in, not in the blondes underwear, but between the two layers of clothing, continuing to stroke him. “If you know that, then you can tell me what you want, hm? What about it, puppy? What do you want your master to do to you?”, he whispered. Ronan was keen on teasing his boyfriend, on dragging him over the edge before he could come up with a plan to counteract all of the treatment he was receiving. “You know, I’d love to take you for a walk, but I doubt I can do that without a collar and a leash, but ...” His hand stopped from stroking Caelan, the grip in his hair loosened once more. “I don’t know if my puppy is well behaved enough and would like the collar”, he mumbled. It would be comical to out the actual thing around the blondes neck, to drag him around on all fours and yet, it would be befitting and yet bewildering for anyone who had the misfortune of laying their eyes on them. “What do you think?”

"Hm... but I'm curious...", Caelan growled, but he was able to wait. He didn't have to wait for long after all, Ronan was so eager and quick all of a sudden, that Caelan didn't even quite know what to do with his own hands and how to return the favor he was given. The hot air was gone, but he still felt lightheaded. There was slight pain emerging from the skin on his neck, whenever Ronan touched him he didn't even need to suck on the spot anymore, to have Caelan flinch just a little bit, but although it hurt it felt somehow good, maybe because it was Ronan gifting him something he'd carry around for quite a while. Although he was the one that was taller and probably stronger he almost felt helpless in Ronans grasp and he somehow liked it, he liked it when Ronan just took whatever he wanted of him and there was no 'too much' in this case, not yet anyway. Ronan wanted him to get out of that shirt, but now his size was really too much and most of the work he needed to do himself after Ronan pulled the fabric up enough for Caelan to take over. He tossed the shirt that he only wore for a few minutes aside. Caelan wanted to peel Ronan out of his clothes as well but as he moved his hand he was told to stay, not sure if it only included that he should stay here and stay on his two feet, or if he shouldn't move at all. Disobeying didn't come to his mind right now.

Caelan looked at Ronan as he loosened his grip and maybe the hand in his hair should praise him right now, rather than have him obey, but the calm didn't last for too long and Caelan was forced to lean down a little bit again, so Ronan could actually reach his throat once more. "Yes I kn-", Caelan was shut up. He didn't see Ronans teeth coming, he thought he'd just do the same thing as before. It didn't hurt, but it had hit him off guard and he gulped. Ronans hand didn't stop moving either, though Caelan was more or less protected by a layer of fabric, though it got a little tight down there. As if Ronan read his mind, the black-haired moved his hand, slipping it one layer deeper and Caelan sucked in some air through his teeth. Standing at the door like this would prove to be difficult if Ronan continued like this. "What I want...?", he repeated the question, what did he want? "I..." His mind was blank all of a sudden, as if Ronans whispering had washed everything away, Caelan couldn't give him an answer and his mind was taken off of thinking about the question right away anyway. He felt Ronans tender fingers feeling him up even more clear now and there was no use in trying to hide his affection. He didn't want so sleep anymore, that was what he wanted. Caelan was almost in shock when Ronan just loosened his grip and his hand stopped moving, he looked at him. He doubted Ronan wanted to drag Caelan outside for real, but on the other hand he couldn't quite figure out what to reply to this. "I told you I won't leave... even without a leash...", he said, once more as if the mere thought he could was offending. "Do I have to prove my devotion...?", he asked, not sure how or if this was what Ronan was aiming at, but Caelan was slowly moving his hands towards Ronans pants now, or was he to keep his hands by himself? Maybe he didn't know enough tricks yet.

“About what?”, he asked, as if he didn’t already know. Caelan was made for him, felt almost as if he was there to indulge in pleasure with him and that they both had fallen down to their lowest point, were already indulging in the finer things of life and it didn’t matter whether or not someone would find them right now - Ronan of Alster had stopped caring a while ago and while he did, Caelan of Fhaergus probably had done the same, simply to be with him, to spend the rest of eternity with one another and do whatever they wanted, no longer able to be punished for anything by anyone. And while Ronan was playing, the tips of his fingers felt like they were tingling, as much as there was some sort of eerie happiness spreading like warmth throughout his body and mind - like a veil of thin fabric, spread over those eyes of his and robbing him of a clear sight. Who was he, if not an idiot smitten by his boyfriend, holding onto him tightly? “You know? What do you know? That you like me biting your throat?”, he asked and as if he were provoking the blonde, playfully bit his throat once more, just to assert some dominance and teach him where his place was. “You?”

There was nothing after that, no words that he wanted to hear, rather, it were actions that followed from a blank mind, overtaken from something that he shouldn’t have paid attention too - not that much, at least. Ronan couldn’t help himself and smirked, but the things he heard and saw weren’t satisfactory. “That’s not what I meant”, he grumbled. “And you still haven’t answered”, Ronan hissed and swatted Caelans hands away as he removed his own from the blondes body - he could whine all he wanted. “I told you to stay, do you not heed your masters commands?” Was this really a game or did he want to feel high from being in control and having the blonde under his thumb? Ronan took a few steps back, then looked at Caelan and clicked his tongue. “You needn’t prove your devotion but your obedience”, he purred, then pointed at the floor. “On your knees, dog.” Was he taking this too far? Well, at least he wasn’t actually going to bind him up - that would only leave more marks than it should and probably hurt tomorrow. Ronan wanted a fair fight, even if this wasn’t, but this was a game, not a tournament. “And now, tell me what you want - loud and clear.” Was he being too mean to his puppy? Probably, but he’d make it up soon enough.

"What you'll do...", he answered meekly. Ronan did know exactly what he meant, didn't he? And still he asked, playing with Caelan, well he did a good job, Caelan didn't know what to think anymore, his mind had started to shut down minutes ago, though nothing much had happened. Maybe he was tired himself, maybe the steamy air of the bathroom still lingered somewhere inside his head and maybe the touches he received and the words he heard whispered in his ear did the rest. He probably could have picked Ronan up, forced him onto the bed or against the door, on his knees even, he could have kissed and held him as much as he liked and yet he felt helpless, surrendered in front of his boyfriend whoms acknowledgement seemed to be the most important thing to Caelan. What good was pinning him down if he was scolded for it, or if Ronan just looked at him disappointed? "I know... that you can do whatever you want to me...", he answered though it almost sounded like a question, Caelan wasn't sure about what Ronan wanted to hear, he was a bad puppy, wasn't he? Though he wasn't trained much until now either.

That he didn't quite understand what Ronan was going at was evident, when he was immediately punished. The hands left his pants and hair, he felt lonely, even more helpless and cold, though cold air usually didn't bother him at all. His hand that was cast aside didn't really hurt, but somehow it did and he looked at Ronan a little bit confused. "The command wasn't clear...", he retaliated though as he said it his voice got quieter until it was more like a mumbling whisper to himself, he shouldn't find excuses, did he? Ronan moved farther away and Caelan looked at him unsure what would happen next, the click of his tongue almost hurt, though his face showed some form of defiance, as if he was sure he did nothing wrong and Ronan was exaggerating, but the words following after sounded much softer and so after a second of thought about the order, Caelan got to his knees, his head low, regretting, though did he really? This was a game, wasn't it? But the blonde still wanted nothing more than Ronans approval. He gulped once more and thought about Ronans question, his head staying low meanwhile. What he wanted was to be told what to do, or was it not? Ronan was the one with experience, as weird as it sounded, and he was the one being the master, right? Of course he just wanted to have Caelan speak words that made him for some stupid reason embarrassed and that made his cheeks turn red and the truth would maybe not satisfy Ronan at all, still, a lie would be worse, right? Caelan lifted up his head, looking at Ronan like a beat puppy, truly regretting that he upset his master, his hands rested on his lap. "I want to please you.", he answered, his voice strong though there was an unpleasant tweak, caused by Ronan riling him up only to leave him hanging like this. This was the truth, or was this to vague? Caelans eyes searched for a sign in Ronans face that told him if he was absolved from the sin he apparently committed.

"I know I... you know... didn't move my legs, did I? So basically I stayed...", he answered meekly but also regretful, at least Ronan was not sounding mad at him, still Caelans gaze wandered to the side and he lowered his head again, rather looking at the furniture ot Ronans feet. Now that Ronan even had the permission to do whatever he wanted with Caelan, what was he going to do? The blonde patiently waited, after all, he was told to and this time he tried to heed his masters words, not even sure if he was allowed to freely speak his mind in this little game. This was a game, but Caelan still managed to be so into it, that he did feel like a puppy in need of his masters praise, he maybe wouldn't have gone as far as too crawl somewhere, but he did go on his knees for Ronan. The black-haired noble probably was the only person that could make Caelan kneel, bend down or simply shut up. He was restless, had his own mind and he loved to flirt or spout some nonsense to confuse other, just like when he winked at Ronan at the tournament, he couldn't really see his face back then, but it probably had been worth it. Now however he couldn't even think of any cocky comeback.

Caelan was praised for his answer, he leaned into the touch that ruined his hair and would make it look horribly tomorrow, but he didn't care about that, he just cared about Ronans touch. He hadn't been sure if he did it right, but apparently he did, a smile crept on his face as he looked up again. He watched him move away again, watched him get out of his pants, while he nervously clenched his fists a little bit. Caelan should have seen coming what Ronan wanted next a long time ago, but somehow he didn't, or at least he didn't think it would make him blush like that. His cheeks turned red and after a short look on Ronans exposed body, he rather looked to the side, or at his eyes, or at least that was what he wanted to do, instead his gaze wandered off to the sides. "I... I've never done this before...", he said, not sure if he was allowed to move towards him, or if he still had to stay put where he sat. "Do you want to sit down?", he asked, he had been sitting down the first time Ronan... He still hadn't got enough room in his pants, did he?

Caelan didn't say anything anymore, he only looked somewhat defiant, but he also was obedient enough to not talk back this time. Actually it was kind of fun to annoy Ronan even if he was in this position, but he refrained from that today, they both were tired, though Caelan didn't feel it anymore, now he felt wide awake, but for how long? If they started to play around for too long tonight, maybe they just both fell asleep unsatisfied and Caelan didn't want that. If they had been alone in the hut, maybe Caelan had started a similar game Ronan had, talking back to see how far he could go or to see what he would be punished with, but now he just really wanted to please Ronan, even if it meant doing something he had no idea how to do. He wasn't quite sure if he was allowed to use his hands either, maybe he could rile him up a bit, because now he barely had touched Ronan, all he really did was kissing him and that was in the bathroom. Also maybe he could use his hands to have a hold on something and make all of this easier, while holding Ronan in place, but he doubted that he was allowed to.

There was nothing to retaliate, Caelan had to learn how to please Ronan, didn't he? In the end he wasn't so much uncomfortable to blow him, he just was unsure if he was able to, he was unsure about the hows, he wasn't even sure how to start. Ronan wasn't the only one giving Caelan something similar, though no other occasion felt any good, maybe it wasn't about who blew him, but more about that fact that Ronan was unbelievably good and some random girls were not, what if Caelan was unbelievably bad at this? Caelan looked at what was right in front of his face and gulped a little, then he looked up at Ronan, looking at him. He wouldn't let him off the hook now, would he? If Caelan was drunk this probably would have been easier. Ronans touches felt nice but Caelan still was nervous. The last attempt to delay all this failed, Ronan wanted to keep standing and pulled Caelan closer, letting him almost no room for anything else. His breath probably already brushed over Ronans exposed skin, while he still was thinking about how to go about this. Meanwhile Ronan exposed his game, knowing that Caelan had just tried to buy more time. The blonde slowly opened his mouth and carefully took the tip of Ronans dick in his mouth. How hard could this be, this was not only the first blowjob Caelan gave, it was also the first Ronan received, at least it was highly unlikely he had received one before. The blonde started with letting his tongue softly explore the patches of skin he took in and occasionally he started sucking just a little bit, while he constantly looked up as if he needed some form of approval, direction or advice.