Everything was peaceful for those few blessed moments.  Keth was stuck between a lovely place where he felt both impossibly heavy and yet weightless.  The pleasure had been a simple one.  What they’d done shouldn’t have felt that good, and yet it had, and he wasn’t displeased.  If anything, he was excited about the prospects of the evening.  He might’ve been fated to go home empty handed, but there was no sense in not enjoying the frivolous acts like these.  Even being a pleasant memory in Ryland’s mind might’ve helped in the future, so wasn’t it still fair to call this necessity?<br/><br/>By the time he was coming around to where dignified movement was a possibility, Ryland was urging him up like he was a trained dog ready to obey orders.  Remarkably, Kethaias found himself moving to follow instruction without question, finding a cloth and moving to the head of the boat to wet it.  Complex thought eluded him in the moment.  His mind was still filled with the short but well-earned pleasure and the feel of warm, golden skin.  He lingered to feel the passing of water against his fingers ad to take in peaceful view that he’d forsaken to feast upon more immediate delights.<br/><br/>The water was indeed cold… very cold, and he couldn’t help but smile at the terrible plot that wound its way into his mind.  Spoiled princes enjoyed thrills and adrenaline, didn’t they?  And it was terribly unfair of Ryland to remain lounging while making Kethaias do all the work.  A little payback sounded like fun.<br/><br/>He turned around, cloth still dripping with the icy water from the river, and dropped it onto the prince’s stomach.  The sound was a satisfying, gushy plop, and Keth followed up by smacking his hand down onto it and giving a good rub, just to make sure the water spilled over Ryland’s tender sides.<br/><br/>“Hold still, now,” he teased.  “I’m trying to clean you up.  This is what you wanted me to do, right?”