Kethaias was enjoying dragging this out. Ryland tried to tamp down on the need, but the last he'd slept with anyone had been one of his friends in the dark of the theatre, and that had been barely more than what they were doing now. Past that had been more teasing. The carriage ride. The couch. The foreplay on the boat.<br/><br/>Leading to now. Ryland arched up, his moan low and frustrated. Kethaias had skilled hands, and he could feel the thrum of his heart, the slick addition of his own precum to his. The slow shift of teasing went to purpose.<br/><br/>"I can wait. If you get a blighted move on," he said. "You're enjoying this."<br/><br/>Trapping the lure and giving him what he deserved indeed. A gasp escaped him, Kethaias' fingers wrapped heavily around them, his thumb firm. If Kethaias wanted him wanton, he would give it to him. Moaning, squirming, riling up whatever it was that drove Kethaias to be more forceful, to feed into the rise of pleasure until they were near the edge.<br/><br/>"Stamina is nothing in the face of skill.<i>Show me.</i>"<br/><br/>He might have rolled over, if he could, to trap Kethaias' cock between his thighs, for something more like simulated fucking. Kethaias shoved him down again, though. Ryland tightened his fingers in his hair in retaliation, until Kethaias was growling at him. It made Ryland laugh, driving more revenge, until they were pushing, tugging, striving together.<br/><br/>Stars, and this was just Kethaias' weight and his hand.<br/><br/>"Do you," Ryland managed out, when Kethaias had let go of his lips. His bottom lip throbbed, not unpleasantly. "Do you like to<i>tell </i>a lover when to come?" His smile came out with a huff. "You'd better tell me soon, or you'll miss it."