"Oh, must I?" Ryland said, his eyes narrowing slyly. He passed his tongue over his faintly throbbing lip. "I don't remember making that stipulation. Perhaps one day you'll just receive a letter with a demand on it. In the middle of your court--or some battle, I imagine." His grin was wide. "Do imagine that. The one person in the whole of the world who can demand something of<i>you, </i>and right there in front of everyone... Oh no, I'm going to savor this. You will have to wait so patiently."<br/><br/>He was prepared for that look. The one that said someone was exasperated and fond and wanted to murder him all at once.<br/><br/>Making up for it, he arched his back, as much as he could given Kethaias' weight on him, as the king stroked him. Finally.<i>Finally</i>they were doing<i>something</i>. And there was the promise of more, of Kethaias taking him to bed and spreading him out on the sheets and showing him exactly what kind of lover he was. Ryland wasn't worried in the least about Kethaias teasing him physically. Kethaias by now should have learned to be worried about himself.<br/><br/>A laugh bubbled up in his chest as Kethaias' smile changed, slipped to something absolutely wicked. Oh yes. This was going to be so worth every sulk and arrogant decree Kethaias had put him through in his short time in Banque so far.<br/><br/>He did laugh at the next comment. His hand moved over Kethaias' cock, his thumb sweeping over the head. "By what? This?" He ducked his head, gave Kethaias an arch look with a glance up. "Do you think I'm afraid of you, Kethaias? You'd better show me what you can do, if you want me to be<i>intimidated. </i>I think rather you're going to be somewhat vulnerable to my particular expertise, big cock or not."