sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]

    • "Thanks for the warning.", Caelan smiled. He'd try not to pick a fight, but he wasn't someone who let himself be pushed around without any objection. He didn't judge Ronan for being who he was, for being obedient towards his father and scared, but Caelan was different than him, he wasn't scared of an old man, not even if he was a duke. "Coincidence? I think you very much came here with the intention to be distracted by me.", Caelan laughed, did Ronan ever have the intention to keep on reading like this? Caelan had been tame and let him work, but he was asked to distract his boyfriend, so that was what he was going to do, but it wasn't his fault if Ronan didn't get any work done today. "As long as it is time with you I'm happy. I feel like we should have used the past days better. I know I needed to rest but... we're not together as often, so now it kind of feels like a waste. I'm better now and I don't feel disgusting anymore after that bath, thanks for that by the way.", Caelan smiled, whispering in Ronans ear. He still was annoyed that he wasn't able to do whatever he wanted though.

      "As long as you remember the way.", Caelan chuckled, it would be their little hiding place and even if nothing was up, they could go there and just be alone. Only Caelans uncle knew where that hut was and he never went there, it was Caelans now and he cared for it every now and then, saw to the roof getting fixed or some walls which let the cold wind inside. He liked working on it when something was up, there usually was after the winter. "I'll manage, the water will cool me down.", he smiled, he was able to live with heat, it just wasn't his favorite thing and Lavern was already pretty hot for him in spring. It was better for Ronan though. "I guess that means I did well the first time I did." That was almost a relieve, well Ronan wasn't bad himself during his first time back in Lavern... thinking back they were pretty drunk and cocky. Would that have happened without the alcohol? "Just relax, it seems like you've had enough stress while I only slept all the time.", Caelan answered with a chuckle. He slowly moved his fingers and gave Ronan a taste of what was to come. Then he let his hand slip back out to tuck on Ronans pants. "Yeah, let's get rid of that."

    • "You'll need it!" Ronan knew that Caelan would, lest he forgot himself and his manners at some point and actually punched Darragh in the face, simply because he had raised his hand against his very own son. He knew, as stupid as it was, that there would be no way to stop the blonde after this - that it was impossible to figure out how to help him and what was worse, that it was going to be futile to even make an attempt to help the blonde out of that fight. "You invited me into your bed ... no, you whined for me to get in here because you wanted to hug me. This was a coincidence, but one I welcome very much - my hands feel like they're going to come off." For now, no one had seen the still-healing burn on his wrist, but at some point, he wouldn't be careful enough to cover it up. Right now, it was a source of pain, even if it was already dull - his hands were incredibly tired, his wrists sore and his eyes felt like they stung. Maybe it had been a mistake to work on some of these until late at night yesterday, but whatever, he had done everything he could up to this point to please his father, now he was going to please his boyfriend in a different way. "Don't blame yourself. You're healing, I'm not holding it against you and also, we are young, Caelan, we have more than the next ten or twenty years we can spend together." Now, that was just an assumption, who knew how long he'd live.

      "Are you insinuating that my orientation skills suck? I swear to whatever is holy, Caelan of Fhaergus, I don't!" Actually, he was getting kind of grumpy now, but soon enough, his boyfriend chuckling was contagious and he couldn't help but avert his gaze, his cheeks faintly red - an evidence for the crime that Caelan had just committed. "And if you have to get out of it? Don't get a heatstroke." Ronan knew that Fhaergus was supposed to get colder than Alster and that the chances of it thawing earlier than usual were very, very slim. Actually, he was better off - Alster was a cold, gloomy place in itself, but not for most of the year and he still could go anywhere he wanted, even if the country was covered in snow. That was something Caelan couldn't do, unless he was willing to break his neck while trying to. "Did I not praise you enough? Does my puppy want more?", he asked, brushing through the blonde hair before grabbing a fistful and offering the blonde a cheeky grin as his only reward - if Caelan wanted some love, he'd get it. "Yes, you did - not, that I can compare it to anything, but ... I won't settle for halfassed things." That meant his boyfriend better worked his ass off, even though if that was just plain mean and right now, they still were trying to figure out who would have the upper hand this time around. "I'm barely never not stressed", he sighed, before he sucked the air back in - the blonde was being mean, he always was. Now, he was almost disappointed that they had to get rid of those stupid pants of his, but there barely was room in there either way. "Underwear too?", he asked, meaning it, as he slid out of his pants, tossing them elsewhere, at least out of the bed. "Or do you want me to keep some dignity?"
      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.

    • Somehow Caelan was curious about Ronans father, he wanted to know who he really was and how bad he could get. He probably wouldn't know all too soon, he still expected him to behave as long as he had a guest which he needed to please for having his face cut open, but somehow it was scarier to not know what he did to Ronan if he only did it when Caelan wasn't here. "Well I wouldn't call it a coincidence, after all it was very much expected from me, right?", he asked with another smile and took a brief look on Ronans wrists, they probably still hurt, as he had pointed out before. "One more reason to not let you please me, but the other way around, you need to relax a little and not use your hands for once.", he softly said and let his fingers run briefly over Ronans hand but then he had to chuckle again. He didn't expect Ronan to talk about their future in twenty years like this, he wasn't the type to think he'd be alive for that long, but maybe Caelan did get through him. "Still, I want to spend time with you here and now."

      "Alright, I trust you you'll find it once I showed you the way.", he chuckled, amused by the fact that Ronan apparently felt a little bit insulted but then chuckled as well. He looked cute with those red cheeks. "I said I'll manage, don't worry, I'll stay in the shade." It wasn't like Caelan couldn't deal with warm weather, he just didn't like it that much, because he hated to be sweaty. "Didn't I tell you to relax, that's not gonna help your wrists feel better... do I have to tie you up?", he asked only half jokingly. He would do it, just his hands so he actually let them rest while Caelan helped Ronan relax. "I don't need any extra praise, I just wasn't sure if I did well, after all it was the first time I did it. I tried doing what you did, so it's mostly on you." Caelan laughed a little bit, why couldn't they always be together like this, relax in bed, talk about useless stuff and just look at each other. Caelan didn't want to go back home, not alone at least, not knowing when to see Ronan again was hard. "Actually I would want you to get rid of all your clothes, but I have the feeling you think that's too risky.", Caelan smiled slowly letting his hand brush over Ronans crotch, underwear still in between. If someone knocked on the door Ronan would have to dress as fast as he could, the less he wore the longer it would take, but what about it? It didn't matter much did it, nobody would think Ronan had lied bare naked in Caelans bed just minutes before opening the door right?

    • How would he explain, to someone like Caelan of all people, that there was nothing to be done about that father of his? Ronan knew that, while they both had their own ideals, nobody could whip someone like his old man back in shape, for crying out loud. Physical harm was retaliated the same way and insults would be thrown his way regardless - at some point, one would learn to live with it and so he did, there was no way that he could actually fight his father head on, at least physically. "I didn't expect you to whine my ear off, but I ... would be lying if I wouldn't admit that yes, I anticipated this one way or another", he mumbled, swallowing his words halfway through. Was this necessarily all he needed to say, or was there something else that deserved to be added? Ronan wasn't sure, but he probably should have shut his mouth and just let Caelan do whatever he wanted, as long as he wouldn't crawl out of bed - his face was probably still aching and his whole body seemed to hold him back, or at least it had a few days prior. "Fine, I'll not use my hands for anything, if that's what you insist on." Now, those felt useless, maybe he could come up with something else then? Anything else, would work, really. "I know you do, but there's no need to rush - I'm not going to turn into thin air when you let go of me, you know?"

      "You better do or I'll chase you across Fhaergus for an apology!" That would be an incredible feed, something Ronan would not be able to accomplish, not with those legs and failing stamina of his and especially not with his intolerance to cold - only his stubborn nature would be able to help him cope and force him to push beyond those limits he believed he had. In the end, whatever it was Fhaergus, Alster or someplace else, they would find a way to spend time together - even if they had to hide away from the crowd. "Wouldn't tying up make them hurt more? I'm sorry, I just don't want to do nothing and have you do all the work", he sighed, knowing fully well that there was no way out of this, at least no in the shape he was in and that Caelan would be the one that acted all stubborn now, was the one that wanted nothing more than for him to lay back and let him have his way. "Oh, you did well!", he blurted out, surprised that Caelan felt insecure about what he'd done - if he had disliked it, he wouldn't have indulged in it as much as he had done, that was for certain. What would he even do without the blonde by his side? Hope that he forgot one of his shirts, or even a coat and then cuddle with it until he found time to hand it back to him, just because it no longer smelled like Caelan and he wanted something new, something fresh instead? "You're the biggest tease I know ... but, you are right. You already know me a bit too well", he said, gritting his teeth at Caelans touch soon thereafter. This was bound to feel good, maybe even a bit too good and yet, he shouldn't be doing this, should be working, but his hands already tried for something else, had him pull away Caelans before he slid out of his underwear - it felt embarrassing, to say the list. "And now? Do you still want to tie my hands up with that bedsheet of yours?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "You can't stay away from me just as much as I can't stay away from you. Imagine you had no work at all, wouldn't you be nagging until I crawl into bed with you too?", Caelan asked with a big grin, neither of them was better than the other in that regard and the weeks apart had drained both of them. Caelan hadn't felt like himself at all, he was staying at home, staring out the window and waiting for someone who brought at least a letter from Ronan. He stayed at home in case he came by even though he knew he wouldn't just like that. Now back with him he felt alive again, happy and whole, the wound was actually not that bad, if that hadn't happened Caelan had been home by now instead of with his boyfriend. It still sounded weird to call him that, anybody actually. "Not yet no, but the time apart from you felt awful, so I want as many things as possible which I can remember then back in Fhaergus. I want to leave you some memories too.

      "If I tie you up with something rough and too tight, yeah. But maybe you just need something that remindes you to not use them rather than really tie you up.", Caelan suggested, but he also knew that Ronan wasn't good at sitting still. Actually Caelan felt like even he was better at sitting back and enjoying thab Ronan, he wanted to give something back although he didn't need to. "Pleasing you is no work, I like doing that for you and I don't need anything in return, not right away. This is no business, this is a relationship, let me gift something to you without the need to pay it back.", he smiled and tried to give Ronan a small kiss on his neck, that worked just fine. Then he needed to laugh. "So good you have to blurt it out like that?", he asked with a grin. He was happy about that, it was also his first time to do that, he wasn't a genius who magically knew what to do either, he never even saw another mans dick up close before. Caelans hands were cast away for a brief moment and the blonde watched his boyfriend getting out of his ubderwear, then he smiled at him again. "Do you trust me?", he asked while he already searched for something suitable to actually tie ronan up, the bedsheets were a little big for that. A towel maybe or some shirt, Ronan probably didn't have a scarf lying around here. "Hm... What to tie you up with? Do you have anything I could borrow? It won't be tight, I promise and you'll just tell me if it hurts."

    • "If I had no work and you had no work either, I don't think we'd still be discussing stuff like this in a civil matter and we'd be lying here, doing nothing." They were helplessly in love with one another, no matter how one would want to call it, those were the circumstances they had to deal with. Caelans grin was almost infectious and he couldn't help himself but grin back at that boyfriend of his, even though he shouldn't - wasn't it better to not only hide his teeth? God, who even cared - he had already bitten the blonde, there wasn't any way back out to begin with and now, it only would look stupid, especially if his hands and wrists were already as sore. Though, what would have happened to him if Caelan hadn't showed up when he did? What if their little stunt from a few weeks ago was nothing more than a drunk mistake and the blonde had felt like it was? Maybe, just maybe, that would have been enough to finally get him to do something about himself, about those mistakes that he had made, simply by being who he was, by being born - and then, maybe then it would have been easier to accept his defeat. However, Caelan was right here, right now and Ronan wasn't going to waste any more time with those stupid papers, not as long as the blonde was around - he wanted to cherish every fleeting moment they had together, as stupid as it sounded. "I like the idea, but you wouldn't have to make memories if you just kidnapped me and brought me all the way to Fhaergus!"

      Around his boyfriend, he felt whole, felt complete and without a doubt, he'd sever any tie he had with anyone - even his friendship with Henry - if that meant he could stay with the blonde for years to come. No longer did he want to let go, even if he was fairly aware that love wasn't going to cure him, wasn't going to free him from those stupid thoughts that wormed itself into his head, but ... he could at least try, right? Try to change something, anything, with someone he loved - someone that loved him back. "So no rope, or somethig scratchy? Let me think ...", he mumbled, lost in thought already. Well, what could they use, really? It had to be sturdy enough to keep him from freeing himself, but it shouldn't hurt too much or dig too deep into his scarred skin, lest he chafed all of it again and it only hurt more than before. One kiss on his neck was enough to send a shiver down his spine, enough to remind him that he didn't have to do everything for Caelan, not all the time - sometimes, being mentally and physically present and letting the blonde do what he wanted to do was enough to keep them both afloat. "If you insist, I can't deny your request - do your worst, then", he dared his boyfriend. What even was Caelans worst? Stabbing him in the back? Not, that the blonde would do that - that just sounded stupid. "Yes! Yes it was!", he said, already feeling his face and ears heat up some more - goddamnit, he just wanted to hide from Caelan from here on out, this was getting incredibly embarrassing. Why did he have to ask like that? Because Ronan had brought it upon himself to begin with, or because he was Adrestias greatest tease? "Why wouldn't I trust you?", he asked, confused, before he heard the other words that were on the blondes mind. Almost instinctively, he pulled on the piece of cloth that he used to tie up his hair, only for all of it to come loose - it was pretty long and soft to the touch, too. "How about this?", he asked, as he offered it up to the blonde.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "I meant if I was the one who has work to do, but I get you, that's unimaginable, isn't it?", Caelan said jokingly. The wound was actually not that bad, he had felt bad for two or three days, it still hurt, but not too much, not enough to keep him from having fun and being in a good mood most of the time. So now after those days of pain and tiredness he had more days with Ronan, otherwise he had been home by now. He wasn't planning on hurting either one of them everytime they wanted more time, but for now it worked out. Ronan was having a good time too as it seemed, that was enough for Caelan. "You little wolf...", he chuckled after being presented those teeth again, people from Alster sure were dangerous as it seemed, with those he probably could rip someones throat open. "Yeah? And how would I explain that? To my father and yours?", Caelan sked chuckling, if he could he would snatch Ronan away and keep him in Fhaergus. If only it were only winter there and no one was able to pass the mountains, no one would disturb them.

      "I don't want to hurt you. I figured it will be different when you get your wish fulfilled though, but I don't mind.", Caelan answered, there still was that wish that he owed him, it was almost annoying it took so long to have a chance for that. Now he was the one tying up Ronan instead doing it the other way around. Again he couldn't stop himself from laughing, even if it hurt a little bit. "You're so cool sometimes and then you are the dork, you're pretty cute.", he explained, why did Ronan blurt that out now too? Caelan appreciated the praise but he was more amused by the fact that Ronan acted like he did just now. "That's perfect.", he finally said as he grabbed the hairband which was offered to him. "Then give me your arms." As soon as Ronan did Caelan pinned them up over his head and wrapped the band around his wrists. It wasn't tight and if he struggled enough he probably could break free, but it wasn't Caelans intent to have him not move at all, this was just a game. There was also nothing stopping Ronan from moving his arms away from over his head as soon as Caelan let go. "And one last thing.", he smiled almost deceitful and got himself out of his own shirt. This he then wrapped around Ronans face, it didn't matter if it got wrinkled up, so it was perfect as a makeshift blindfold. Once he was done he started the main act, letting his hand run over Ronans skin on different spots, trying to surprise him and also tease him a little bit. One hand found it's way under Ronans shirt, pulling it up to make it possible to surprise Ronan with something more, kisses and Caelans tongue on his stomach and chest, while his hand wandered closer between his legs, finding it's final destination painfully slow.

    • "I never said that. To be frank, I misunderstood - but, if you want me to be terribly honest ... it's not unimaginable that you actually have work to do, it's more unimaginable that you'd be able to keep concentrating or arguing for long if I start whining!", he chuckled. Ronan knew that it was just mean to say things like that, that it might be a better idea to shut up and just accept fate as it was - and to actually distract Caelan from his work, once he got the chance to. His boyfriend wouldn't be able to resist him is what he figured, much like he wasn't able to resist him and therefore, this was only going to end in a mess. Whatever they tried, they would find themselves in a bind or two and then, they'd have to realize that blindly arguing back and forth wouldn't help them, not like this, not in any other way. "What? Wolf?", he asked confused, before he realized what Caelan was refering to - well, he wasn't wrong about that, was he now? If only he could have been as tall and as strong as his actual father or the other wolves he had set his eyes upon once or twice - they weren't like any of those sheep he knew, they weren't like him and or one, he was grateful that he didn't exactly look like them, but on the contrary, he sometimes despised not being like them, but rather stuck in that body of his. "You just felt like it? I wanted to see Fhaergus? Um. I mean, we could come up with something ... but again, this would maybe be easier if I were a woman and you'd kidnap me for romantic reasons, or am I wrong?" Why was it so hard to be alive? "I'll try to find some nice, wellmade rope for you - something that will leave marks, but it won't chafe you to hell and back, don't worry about the details", Ronan quickly explained. Not, that he had thought about it, but there had to be someone that actually gave a damn about the rope he made, no? Sure, there was no way a piece of rope could feel like fine velvet on one's skin, but it was the thought that counted, alongside a few more things that only felt stupid to not take into consideration.

      "Cute? Me? Do you want to flatter me or anger me, Caelan?", he asked, still wearing that toothy grin on his face - they were joking, playing with one another like always - and it was fine to do. "Do you want me to be more suave?", he asked, actually interested in what the blonde was expecting of him, but as if he was a well trained dog, he extended those arms of his instead, just for his boyfriend to grab them, pin them above his head - which was a nice surprise - and then tie them up. Sure, the headboard could have use something like a nail or a small hinge, just so that his arms were actually going to stay up there, but he already was asking for too much to begin with, wasn't he? The hairband wasn't pulled taut, but he wouldn't be able to just slide his hands out of it, even if he tried - he would have to use a bit of force, but he wasn't planning to - it would hurt to much, one way or the other. So, now that they had prepared all of this, they could just go on, Caelan could put his hands on him and jus- "Yes, what is it?", he asked, looking at his boyfriend. Did he feel awkward because he still was clothed, was that why he was taking off his shirt? No, this was ... "Caelan, what are you tryi-", again, Ronan didn't even have time to finish the sentence, instead, the shirt ended as a makeshift blindfold, blocking his view completely. This felt ... nice, but now, he could not see anything that was going on, which made him sligthly insecure. "Caelan ... you ...", he started mumbling but immediately tensed up as soon as he felt a hand on his body, before it all culminated in a shiver, running down that spine of his - coursing through his body, feeling incredibly good to begin with. The kisses, the tongue, all of it felt more intense than it would have if he could have seen, but now, Caelan was forcing him to adhere to his remaining senses, blocking one of them out completely, while his arms - which he was still holding up - already started feeling heavy, especially when he started fumbling around with his fingers. "You're ... a tease ...", he growled from behind gritted teeth.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "You won't have to start whining with me, even if I had work to do, I'd manage and care about you first or somehow meanwhile.", Caelan answered with another smile. No he wouldn't be able to keep his hands from Ronan, but he also wouldn't mind. He'd put him on his lap to occasionally kiss him and have him close while he did whatever he needed to do, wrapping his arms around Ronan all the while. Ronan wasn't able to say no either, he just acted like he would but in the end he wanted to be here and do other things just as much. Would this need to stick to each other ever fade? "Your teeth, they look like an animals.", Caelan explained but to explain that that wasn't a bad thing and he didn't mind, he leaned forward to press a short kiss on Ronans lips. "Even if you were a woman I'd have a hard time explaining kidnapping you and it doesn't mean less trouble I think.", Caelan chuckled, Ronan just needed to mean it and Caelan would take him with him any time. "I don't. I trust you to find a suitable rope and I don't mind if it is scratchy. It's your wish after all I have no right to complain. I would if I had though."

      "Neither I guess, I'm just speaking my mind." Caelan answered, it wasn't his fault Ronan was being cute and Caelan had to point it out time and time again. "I expect you to be yourself, nothing more and if that changes it's fine. Today is my turn of having an advantage, I know this changes a lot with us.", he chuckled. Although Caelan was taller and probably stronger he didn't mind to be the obedient one either, or whatever Ronan wanted from him. Caelan had to chuckle even more by Ronans surprise, his questions and the subtle shock when his sight was being obstructed by Caelans shirt. "You ask so many questions.", Caelan pointed out while he continued pleasuring his boyfriend, lettings his tongue wander over his chest, playing around. He had bit him too hadn't he known beforehand that it probably hurt his jaw way too much. Even the play with the tongue was getting harder by the minute, but he continued a little while longer while his hands teased Ronan a little more, before actually grabbing him and start moving. "If I'd just finish it like that you'd have no time to actually enjoy and relax.", he whispered, still opting for a slower pace, more being an actual massage then anything else. All the while he sprinkled in small kisses and licks all over Ronans body.

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    • “We’ll see about that, not that I doubt it though”, Ronan remarked. His boyfriend was a mess, but so was he - and together, well, they were nothing short of an even bigger mess, but at least they complimented each other quite well and took care of their needs, or at least were stupid enough to ensure one another that they would. Right now, Caelan was doing much more than he should and maybe that even felt a little awkward, especially considering the fact that Ronan was supposed to take care of him, not the other way around like it currently was. Did this feel awkward, simply because it could or was he just denying himself the ability to enjoy this properly, a moment of silence, free from stupid thoughts? “My teeth? Do they scare you?”, he asked, knowing fully well that he’d been asked to not show them off. His mother knew, he knew and he wasn’t stupid enough to show them to Darragh, or anyone else - but Caelan was an exception, making him grin and smile like the idiot he’d always been to begin with. “Hm, then it doesn’t matter, does it? You could just sweep me away like this, back to Fhaergus and we’d explain all of this later”, at some point they had to, but right now, they could just chalk it up as being each others friend, right? Well, maybe not after they’d both given the other a blowjob. “I’ll figure something out then.”

      As much as Ronan wanted to convince himself that leaving all of the work to Caelan was alright, it felt wrong and he couldn’t relax, even if the sensations felt weird, almost different. “Fair”, he blurted out amidst trying to make out where or why the blonde was dragging his tongue, or why he was so hellbent on torturing him. Was this something that felt right to Caelan, maybe he had fun teasing him one way or the other? Ronan didn’t know, but it was alright with him regardless - as long as this sort of torture didn’t go on forever. Sure, he could have lowered his hands and ripped the makeshift blindfold off of his face, but where would the fun be if he didn’t let Caelan play? “I don’t mind, the blindfold was just ... unexpected”, and therefore also contributed to some odd shivers running down his body, chasing some sort of feeling that flared up for a second and then disappeared. Why did this feel better than normal? Was there a good reason for that? Or was it really just because Caelan had blocked out one of his senses and his body was trying to compensate? Those touches alone, though, were enough to make him pant ever so slightly. “Sorry”, he replied, as if he had just been reprimanded - Ronan grit his teeth, bit his lower lip. Maybe his boyfriend preferred silence? Or he was worrying too much about unnecessary crap, wasn’t he? “Why are you so considerate?”, he blurted out, soon enough regretting it by sucking in a sharp breath of air as Caelan actually started to touch him, even if he went slow at first. Goddamnit, this felt too good. “Caelan ... please, stop teasing.” Was that even still teasing, or was he really just going to accept that his injured boyfriend had decided to give him a goddamn handjob? His body very much wasn’t, at least not when his hips jerked upward ever so slightly, in hopes of increasing the pace.
      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.

    • "So you believe in the fact that I'll have work to do at some point. Cute.", Caelan laughed. Most of the work he had to do was just being present at some events and join his father in some business talks. At least he acknowledges Caelans ability to talk to certain people that mostly just wanted to see him. The funny thing about that was that it mostly consisted of old friends of his father that knew Caelan since he was little and now were somehow taken aback by who he became, if they only knew what Caelans father truly thought of him. Actually Caelan was surprised those old friends, mostly elderly women weren't out to find Caelan a wife, their grandchildren for example, though maybe he did and Allard turned them down for some reason? Why would he though, did he already have someone in mind for Caelan to marry? "They don't scare me.", Caelan answered and as if he had to prove it, he put his thumb into Ronans mouth, forcing him to show off those teeth once more, he was pretty sure that if he pressed his finger against his teeth too much, he'd start bleeding. "Well maybe a little bit, especially if they are further down, but you won't bite me, right?" If Caelan had known from the start, he wasn't sure if he had let Ronan near his dick with those sharp things. "If you really want me to, I'm going to take you with me when I leave to get back home."

      "You cannot touch me, you cannot see, is there anything else I could take from you?", Caelan asked chuckling, not that he wanted to, though taking the ability to form a sentence would be an idea, right? He wasn't sure if he was able to manage that in his current state though and his tongue, or rather his jaw already grew tired from having to keep open his mouth like that. He hated that fact. "You don't need to apologize.", he answered, continuing a constant pace with his hand, still slow, but strong enough. "Because I care about you and because you seem tired. Also, you asked me to do this, right? So now I'll do the best I can to give you a couple minutes of rest." It was funny how often he had to explain to Ronan that all he did, he did because he cared about him, as if Ronan didn't understand that simple fact, or as if he had to make sure from time to time. "I'm not teasing. Nothing good ever came from rushing.", he calmly replied, but his grip got tighter at least and before his jaw gave up completely, he bit Ronan softly. A sharp pain was running through his body, but Caelan ignored it, it wasn't that bad. Listening to Ronans panting and watching him bite back his noises was enough to make him do it again a little bit harder this time, testing his own boundaries, he needed to stop after a few more bites though. The last bite aimed for Ronans nipple and his hand continued to tease the sensitive spot afterwards. Blowing Ronan was out of the question when he couldn't keep his mouth open long enough like that, now today, maybe in two or three. But Caelan could at least make everything a little more comfortable for Ronan, so he let go of him for a second to use his tongue one last time on his own hand. With it he then continued the movement from before, upping the pace just like Ronan wanted it, at least he thought he wanted that. "Does this feel good? Do you have any more wishes?"

    • "Do you want to tell me that you'll not lift a finger when you're duke? Don't be silly", Ronan sighed, well aware of the fact that it was almost stupid to even believe such a thing. "Unless ... you could impregnate that poor fiance of yours and then have your child do all the work", he spew, knowing fully well why. Sometimes, he just felt like he needed to be the most while person, yet, he refrained from calling Caelan a whore - who knew what that would end up getting himself into, especially considering the fact that he almost felt lightheaded at the mere thought of Caelan just stopping any and all movements. He was exaggerating, Ronan was sure that Caelan wouldn't leave him hanging like that, that he wouldn't just stop after promising to make him relax and yet, for some odd reason, he most certainly wouldn't mind. "They d-", he wanted to answer, but without a warning, Caelan had forced his fingers into Ronans mouth and for a second he was asking himself if that had been an invitation to bite or suck on them, but it most certainly didn't feel like one, especially now that Caelan was just carefully feeling his way around the sharp edges on his teeth, trying hard not to injure himself in the process. "Why woulf I?", he asked, fingers still between his goddamn teeth and yet, he didnt't want to bite the blonde, but he still answered the questions he'd been asked, almost like he was the welltrained puppy. "Fure, fteal me away, will you?" God, this sounded horrible.

      At some point, the blonde finally took those damn digits out of his mouth and Ronan could have sworn that he missed some of the pressure he'd just felt right afterwards, but there was no chance to admit to it, nor did he really want to let Caelan in on his little secret. Now that he had seen everything, was it even a good idea to try to hide those damn teeth from him? "You could gag me", he blurted out, sounding almost sarcastic while doing so - not, that he would enjoy a dry, fuzzy mouth if his boyfriend decided to really just stuff a blanket or a different part of his shirt in his mouth. Though, Caelan was too caring for that, he didn't want to hurt him, nor did he seemingly want him to relapse and go back to work, to just do whatever his head told him was right - he wasn't always right, was he? Whatever Caelan was doing felt like it happened too fast, in a blur and yet, Ronan couldn't help himself, could only squirm as much under the blondes grasp and regret asking his boyfriend to stop teasing - this was awful, although in a good way. His hands looked for a way out but only could find space to clutch each other and his eyes were useless, therefore, he had to adhere to whatever his body had to offer him, which - most definitely - wasn't a way out, let alone a cocky remark. "Nothing ... good?", he chuckled, almost breathlessly as he tried to bite back a moan, tried to keep his composure, but the prickly feeling on his skin, the light stinging made it almost impossible, as well as the pace the blonde was going at, all of this just to adhere to Ronans wishes. "It feels ... too good ...", he grumbled, wished for a kiss but knew well enough that Caelans face must be hurting all over - and that he shouldn't ask too much of him. "I ... want to touch ... you, too."
      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.

    • "That's too far in the future silly, I'm not talking about that and by then I can choose when I'll work and when I'll see you.", Caelan answered with another smile. He noticed Ronans slight change of mood and he knew where this was coming from, his boyfriend was making assumptions again, as if he sometimes wanted to get mad, but there was no reason to. "If I'd have a child, I'd treat it differently then my father treats me or yours treats you and now stop thinking about work or anything like that, I feel like I'm not doing good enough. Is that it?" Caelan put some more effort into his movements and let his hand search for spots Ronan liked, he just needed to listen to him to find them. "Didn't your parents tell you not to talk when your mouth is full?", Caelan asked now that Ronan just used his mouth all the while Caelan had his fingers in there. "I don't know, maybe I'm just tasty!", Caelan joked looking at those teeth once more, not that Ronan was able to see it. "You say that now, but when I leave and tell you to get your bag, would you?" Caelan wanted to take Ronan with him, but he didn't believe Ronan that he would come just like that.

      Again Caelan had to chuckle just as he took his fingers out of Ronans mouth. "With my fingers? So you can bite me for real?", he asked, but Ronan didn't mean it, or did he now? "That doesn't sound very relaxing, though maybe it would stop you from thinking about so many other things, I can blindfold you but stopping your brain from working that much isn't so easy, huh?" Well maybe he could, just a little bit, it was fun watching Ronan move under Caelans touches and he was being good, leaving his arms over his head, not that he had much of a choice if Caelan decided to stop him, even in his current state. "I want you to have a break, not to give you quick relief, I'm not a whore after all.", Caelan chuckled back at Ronan, while he was dwelling in the sounds he was able to hear and the sight of his boyfriend. "Too good? Is that even possible?", he asked and put his free hand onto Ronans, softly keeping him down in case he got any ideas now, he was careful not to hurt him. "Didn't we agree you wouldn't be using your hands? I could touch myself, would that satisfy you?", Caelan asked his boyfriend, although he wouldn't be able to see it. "And you're talking way too much, what should I do about that? Should I gag you for real? There's plenty of stuff I could put into your mouth... One more word and I'll find something.", he smiled, Ronan was sure to say something, wasn't he?

    • "I'm just saying!", he intervened, knowing fully well that Caelan probably had meant something else - and well, he had. Ronan knew, well enough, that this was nothing more than the world he had to deal with, that this was nothing more than precautions they both set for one another, that it was only fair for them to take the future into account, but if he was terribly honest, it worked just fine like that, no? "No! You're ... you're doing perfectly ... fine", he started mumbling all of a sudden. Why was Caelan questioning all of this? Just because he had brought up kids, because he was running that fine mouth of his and voicing his thoughts again, making his brain go back to where it had been mere minutes before? Wasn't he just pathetic? "My mouth wasn't full, your fingers were in the way and I was taught to always answer questions if I'm asked some", he snapped back at Caelan, who made it so goddamn hard to even do anything - Ronan had to forfeit his control, he knew as much and that also meant he wouldn't be able to help himself out of this misery, wouldn't be able to safely slip out of the mistake he'd made by opening his mouth. "You aren't, I'm not into human meat", he said, stretching his tongue out in disgust for a second. Why would Caelan assume something so stupid? Blood tastes disgusting, much like a few other things that Ronan - most likely - wouldn't dare to eat. "I'll ... get a bag ready and then ... I'm ready to go", it would be that easy, he could just say he was going to bring Caelan to the mountain pass and then accidentally go with him, no?

      Right now, they both were thinking about too much stuff when they had different things to focus on, different urges to fulfill than loneliness - but Caelan did a damn good job at distracting him. "No, you dork!", he answered, unable to chuckle, to even smile because he knew if he moved his mouth too much, everything that would be coming out of there were moans, too many sounds of being too deep in this hell, made up entirely of pleasure and Caelans god awful pace, slow enough that he'd lose his mind. "Sorry", he chimed out, unable to bite back another moan soon thereafter - he was holding up horribly to Caelans expectations, if he had any at this point and just hoped that he was enjoying the fact that Ronan was raising those arms of his still, despite them slowly starting to hurt. "Are you ... sure ... about the whore ... part?", he said, chuckling this time around, grinning despite not knowing where Caelans face exactly was. Now, this was war - and in war, there was no way to fight clean, or fair. This was just going to be another shitshow, wasn't it? Ronan grumbled instead, knowing he'd already lost, knowing that he'd rather enjoy the ecstatic feeling coursing through his goddamn body, but maybe it was a mistake to assume that this would work out. Another moan, just because he wanted to answer Caelan. "I can't ... see ... you ... touching yourself ...", he said, exasperated already, despite not being able to cum, panting and moaning like the mess he was and Caelan wanted him to be. "Wasn't ... that more ... than ... one ... word?", he said, even silently chuckling about it. "Please ... do your ... worst ..."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "I do? Good, I'll continue then.", Caelan chuckled, looking at Ronan who didn't seem to quite know what to do with himself. First he opened his mouth to yell stuff out, then he started to mumble again because he felt embarrassed. Caelan wasn't going to lie, he loved the sight of Ronan right now, tied up and blind. The blonde didn't want to hurt him, so this was fine right? He checked those hurt wrists for a second and wondered what else he could do with Ronan, what else his own body was able to, he didn't have as many options, even keeping his head up was exhausting, which was why for now he put it down on Ronans shoulder while continuing his massage. "Now your being cocky, you'll need to be taught some manners, where I come from one doesn't muffle words when they have something in their mouth and I thought I'm the one being rude and unpolite.", Caelan answered thinking about ways to actually shut Ronan up, if only for fun. As of now he was a little bit scared Ronan would just bite him if he used his fingers again, even though he complained Caelan wouldn't taste good. "Fine then, I'll take you with me to Fhaergus. That's a deal. Maybe I'll even tie you up like a package, similar to now."

      "Not my fingers then? What else is there?", he asked looking around, he already used his shirt as a blindfold and while he probably could use parts of it, it wouldn't hold very good in Ronans mouth when he moved around, now would it? "Sorry, ahh?", Caelan answered, imitating Ronans moan as if it was part of his sentence, yes he was purposefully annoying him now, just as Ronan did. Caelan knew what he wanted and why he did it though. "You're right, maybe I am a whore and should stop all this right now.", he said instead of being mad and actually removed his hand for a second to get rid of his pants and underwear as well. At least he was quick about it, he didn't want Ronan to rip the blindfold off because Caelan wasn't touching him anymore. "So you want to see me touching myself? Don't you trust me I'd do it if I tell you?", Caelan asked casually and while his pants just landed on the floor somewhere, his underwear remained in his free hand, while he put the other one back on Ronan, slowing down his pace as punishment, instead he opted for slow, but long movements and a tight grip. "It was.", he agreed and before Ronan could close his mouth again after talking so much, he stuffed his underwear in Ronans mouth, forcing his mouth back open to get more of the fabric into there. Caelan couldn't say he'd ever done this before, so he was still being careful, he didn't want Ronan to choke on it after all. He now slipped his free hand and arm under Ronans body to be able to hold him close while he continued the movements with his other hand. He pressed his own body to Ronans side. "Now move your hip towards me, can you do that?", he asked making it sound more like an order than an actual question. "Keep your arms up or put them around me, I don't mind, but I won't tie you loose."

    • Caelan was, at best, a tease and at worst someone he most likely didn't deserve, but these thoughts were exactly what the blonde did not want him to have, not right now anyway. "Yes", he mumbled, embarrassed by himself, embarrassed by the growing realization that there was nowhere to go, that it was stupid enough to assume - just for a hot second - that playing with Caelan, in a situation like this, would get him anywhere. There had to be a way, however stupid it might be, for him to put his arms down, for him to rest them on something else, but it was - without doubt - something he was very much unable to find. "Did I insult you? I'm sorry", this time, the apology was nowhere near genuine and the grin on his face showed as much. Sure, Ronan barely ever find time to be genuine, but around Caelan it all was different, especially when they both were joking around - which they weren't right now, for much more than just obvious reasons. Incidentally, they both were very much tied to one another, unable to even bet without the other for too long and Ronan hated himself for it, hated that he was unable to function without someone like Caelan for more than a split second, even if it sounded ridiculous to begin with. "I don't care how you get me to Fhaergus, as long as I get to be with you", maybe they could stop somewhere, not take the extra mile to Caelans home and just avoid their responsibilities for a few more days, but he doubted it, as much as he doubted that he'd wind up relaxing for real.

      "Figure it out yourself", he grumbled. There was a plethora of things that Caelan could use, Ronan knew as much, but why let him know from the getgo? He could get creative himself, there wasn't much else to think about either way, now, was there? Well, maybe it also sufficed to just take care of the blonde one way or the other, or just tease the hell out of him with wellplaced words and insults, but ... that hardly would work, would it now? The next sentence alone was enough to embarrass him, to make everything feel a tad bit warmer than it had to be - Ronan wanted to hide his face, but there were no hands to accomplish that with and no sense of direction to actually make out how and where he could, instead he shook his head, as if he were looking for a way out. As soon as Caelan let go of him, just left him hanging, Ronan thought that - maybe - barking another selfsufficent answer would be the key to everything. "You're not really a good whore if you can't even finish the job", he argued - would that get him anywhere? Who knew, he most definitely did not, because if he did, he would have shut up a while ago and cherished the fact that his mouth was mainly empty. But right now, well, he was in quite the bind, was he not? "It's not that I don't trust you ... it's more that I want to watch", he grumbled, knowing fully well that he wasn't getting out of this with a weak argument like that and that he had already lost to Caelan the moment this had started. Now, his punishment was edging, was the blonde taking full advantage of the state he was in - and annoying the everloving fuck out of him, too. "Bu-", there was no chance to even form a coherent answer, not when his boyfriend stuffed a piece of fabric he couldn't really identify into his goddamn mouth. God, he had really brought this upon himself, hadn't he? At least this thing muffled any and all moans, so that ... was nice, no? What was he supposed to do now? Enjoy it? Well, there was nothing else he could do, especially now that he had nothing else to focus on than Caelans goddamn hands on him and the noises the blonde could make, one way or the other. "Mhm", he answered, fabric still stuck in his mouth as he did like his boyfriend ordered him to - was that enough? Should he do more? Ronan lowered his hands ever so slightly, not wanting to hit his boyfriend on accident, before he lowered them around his head, holding onto him that way. He got himself into this mess, didn't he? And he couldn't even do anything, except endure it.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Ronan was very much enjoying this, did he not? Caelan was happy about it, happy to keep his mind off of his work and other unimportant stuff, there was only one thing he needed to concentrate right now and it was his boyfriend and the time they spent together. "You're not sorry, but you will be, when I'm done with you, not that you oppose to that, right? That's the reason you spout so much nonsense, but don't bite off more than you can chew." Ronan had done it before and he would be doing it in the future. Caelan usually wasn't one to be overly rough, but he knew Ronan liked it and he knew he was trying to find and push certain buttons to have Caelan roll with it, to be angry and punish him, or force him to do what he wanted him to. Caelan didn't mind as long as he was aware of those things, as long as he knew he didn't go overboard, maybe he was too careful for Ronans taste though. "It's a promise then, I'll take you with me, even if you change your mind until then, you won't get out of this one. On the way I will show you the place I told you about." They almost walked past it anyway, so they could have a break there for a night or maybe more, if they just wanted to be alone and Ronan hopefully remembered the way.

      Caelan didn't answer anymore until he got Ronans mouth shut finally, all he was able to do now was using his head to nod or shake it, that was nice for a change. "I have figured it out myself. Do you want to know what's in your mouth right now, or should I rather keep it a secret?", he asked chuckling, building up tension, Ronan was probably dying to know it, but he'd have to ask for it with an obedient nod of his head, Caelan wasn't going to give anything out for free, not after Ronan started this game. He already had whined about Caelan being a tease and that he should have hurried up, now he planned on doing even worse. "You're right, I'm really bad at this, I'm not sure if I can even make you cum, we might be here for hours to come.", the blonde said it sounded almost like a threat. Caelan lifted his head and let Ronan move his arms around him, before he lay back down next to him. His hand was moving as slow as it probably could, playing with Ronan while he looked at his face. "I probably could have done a better job with some fine silk instead of those damn clothes, but you still look nice, no more nonsense that comes over your lips and nothing to look at, it's nice isn't it?", he asked softly, while he tried his best to empty Ronans brain from anything other than what was happening. If he was at the point trying to beg him to end all this, that would be the point where he had let go of all the things troubling him, that was where Caelan wanted to go, but how long would Ronan be able to endure all this? For now he gave him something additional to think about, coming closer. "You might not see me touching myself, but what about feeling it?", he asked while he also moved his head further towards him so he could bite his ear before whispering into it. "You remember what I made you do the other day? Pleasing us both at the same time, well I'm going to do the same... can you feel it?" While he asked him that he moved as close as he could and let go of Ronan for a brief moment, only to wrap his fingers around both their dicks. He wasn't sure if that felt any different, but the thought alone would help him imagine it and so Caelan did what he just told him, though he sometimes let go of himself to not get to eager and finish this any sooner than he wanted to, first he wanted Ronan to think about nothing else, wanting nothing else.

    • This had been his own damn fault - he had played, set everything on the few cards he had and somehow, he had achieved more than he'd wanted, which very much meant that he finally had Caelan doing what he wanted him to do. However, the problem at hand was that he couldn't touch, couldn't see, couldn't speak - just feel and hear, maybe smell something, but that was about it - he was pretty much defenseless in his own home, forced to obey a fellow duke if he wanted to get out of this bind, he couldn't really get up and walk away without his clothes, nor could he explain to anyone why he looked the way he did. Caelan was cruel but Ronan would be lying if he were to say he wasn't enjoying it, let alone not having his fair share of fun with it. Granted, this wasn't something he'd have all the time, or even have time to enjoy when he did, but right now, he needed nothing more than this, nothing more than the feeling of Caelans hand being so goddamn slow, just teasing the everloving hell out of him because he'd been an asshole to him, because he very much had done nothing nice to the blonde and riled him up to this point. What followed was just this, him being a defenseless mess, unable to even answer, just obey and whatever Caelan felt like, he had to obey. For fucks sake, he could't even headbutt him if he wanted to, lest he'd hurt him on accident because his aim was shit.

      There was a prickly feeling under his skin, spreading all over - he wanted more of it, wanted more of Caelans touches, but he was going so goddamn slow, was blabbering about so much nonsense, Ronan wanted to spit out whatever had been stuffed into his mouth, but the fabric was - at best - dry and sticking to the walls of his mouth, which meant he wasn't going to get rid of this thing until it either soaked in his saliva or he got out of that little bind he was in. Did he really want to know what the hell was in his mouth? Slowly, but ever so slightly, he nodded, unable to give Caelan much of a different answer. It sounded stupid to begin with, but really, what else would he be doing if not enjoying his time like this? All of his thoughts were focused on Caelan, on the words he was directing at him and the work he wanted to focus on earlier, well, that was already forgotten, as well as his own dignity. Ronan didn't want to be here for hours to come, but something told him that he would be, even if he shook his head, thrashing around a bit too harsh for a second there. His boyfriend had complained about him running his mouth so much, but Caelan was even worse and the ecstatic feeling from earlier wasn't going to come back anytime soon if he continued to run his mouth, not his fingers. The next question - was it even one? - wasn't something he could truly answer, simply for the fact that he couldn't, for the love of himself, judge how he looked like this, probably horrible with that cloth in his mouth. When those damn hands finally moved, finally did something more than just slowly attempt to work by themselves, he wondered how this was going to go, where this was going to go - and holy hell, he definitely felt it, any noise he made was still muffled, but there was no chance to deny it this way, he let his mouth be as honest as he could be, even if his hands were looking for support for a second, support he couldn't find. Goddamnit, he was useless, wasn't he?
      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 nodded slightly, slowly, almost unsure and there was a reason to probably. Caelan grinned, although Ronan couldn't see it and he took his time with answering. "It's my underwear.", he then said as if it was the most normal thing in the world, as if there was nothing to it, but he also closely watched Ronans reaction to it, he wanted to know what he thought and what he'd do. "I figured you wanted something of me in your mouth in actuality, but then I wouldn't be able to reach you properly, so that's close enough, right?" He didn't laugh, or chuckle, but he probably couldn't hide his amusement, but he also didn't forget to continue what he was doing. He continued moving his hand and he valued any second of this moment, everything he could see and hear. It was better this way actually, Ronan was able to let out what he truly felt, Caelan could hear it because he was so close, but there was no way someone outside the door was able to, not with that cloth in Ronans mouth that swallowed any sound he made, only leaving muffled moans.

      The fact that Ronan did moan and didn't hold back was riling Caelan up too. He pressed his forehead against Ronans and rewarded every moan, every groaning, every sound of ecstasy and joy Ronan let out. He felt him moving his hands, trying to hold onto something, onto Caelan, but there was nothing and he also wasn't able to free himself to finish this, to get what he wanted, but he didn't need to, Caelan was caring for both of them and the louder and faster those moans were provided the faster he moved his hand, the more he actually tried to make Ronan come. While his boyfriends moans were muffled he needed to bite back his own, keeping his voice to a minimum, but since Ronan wasn't able to see Caelan, he at least let him know, that he felt good too. He took his fair share of time, not hours, but it took long enough, as long as he himself was able to endure all this and as long as it took to put Ronan in a state he was satisfied with. He let his hand run into his hair, pulling Ronans head back. Then he released him from this torture and himself too, biting his lip while they both made a mess in that bed of his. Afterwards he needed to breath first and only now he noticed that biting his lip did hurt a little bit in his jaw, but everything was alright. His hand was soaked, both their stomachs too, not to mention the sheets. Caelan put his hand up and pulled the cloth out of Ronans mouth, but he didn't free him yet, instead he immediately put his thumb on his lip, brushing over it, smearing whoevers mess that was on his hand - probably both - onto it. "You've got some cleaning up to do, before I let you go." Ronan had played the tough one, so he was treated tough now, just as he wanted.

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    • Whatever he had expected of Caelan, it wasn't what he got to hear - and now, he didn't know how to react, he was mainly confused why he was being told what it was, on the other hand, he felt sort of disgusted, but then again, it was a fresh pair, for gods sake. Ronan winced for a second, before chuckling about it, unable to even form a coherent thought in that head of his to begin with - to hell with overthinking, if this was Caelans damn underwear, so be it! He could live with that, as much as he could live with it being used as a damn gag that was making it hard to swallow, hard to answer questions he was being asked and hard to breathe sometimes, but that was nothing of concern, just his own stupidity for thinking he could not choke on this thing while chuckling about something even more idiotic. Instead of an actual answer of nodding or shaking his head, he shrugged with his shoulders - he didn't know if this actually was a good answer, but he'd figure that out sooner than later, especially considering that it was about time that he got this stuff out of his mouth, that it was about time that Caelan, this damn whore, finished the job and stopped fooling around. Though, he wanted this and his boyfriend was gladly playing this game with him, even forcing him to be the one to hold still and do his bidding which, one way or the other, was kind of intriguing to begin with.

      Caelan was good at this, good at playing him like a fiddle and good at rewarding him for being obedient. Now, his mind felt like it had been occupied by the blonde, seemingly taken over without a proper warning and he was forced to adhere, forced to figure all of this out himself - and all he could do was moan in stupor, flinch whenever something felt too cold on his hot, flushed skin and what was worse, Caelan let him hear, let him hear most of it. They both were neckdeep in trouble if anyone could make out what they were doing, if someone would drop by that shouldn't be there, but all those thoughts were quickly eliminated from his mind once again as reality dragged him back to the edge he'd been on for too long, as Caelan pulled him back in and didn't allow him a moment of rest before finally releasing him. The wave of pleasure, finally crashing over him, felt so damn good - his entire body felt tense for a second, he thought he was seeing stars despite being blinded by fabric and once he came to, the cloth from his mouth was already being removed, despite the sensations still coursing through his body. There was no chance to swallow any leftover saliva, to even just lick over the walls of his dry mouth, or come down from the high that he was on right now - no, there was a finger on his lips, pressing down, smearing warm, sticky liquid all over his bottom lip. No answer came from his parted lips, instead, he licked what had been put on him off of his lips, still unable to grab anything, but willing to do the cleaning with his mouth and tongue. Taking Caelans thumb in his mouth, he sucked on it for just a bit, licked over it to make sure it actually was clean before moving on, despite not being able to see anything - he, hopefully, wasn't getting anything on Caelans shirt that was being used as a makeshift blindfold, but he didn't care. Ronan felt as if he was in a daze, still licking and making sure Caelans hand was clean - and once it felt like it, now sparcely coated in his saliva - he showed Caelan his tongue, as if he wanted to prove he was an obedient dog that had done a good job.
      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.