"Beast," Ryland hissed, but the happy flush on his cheeks probably betrayed that sentiment.<br/><br/>He could already feel the quiet throb of his bottom lip where the press of teeth had caught it in the forceful kiss. If Kethaias was hoping to scare him off, it only made Ryland hotter. No one in Banque had this sort of irreverence with him, no one else daring to do more than leave suckled marks on his skin. The thrill of it was addicting, a rush as heady as wine, and Ryland couldn't help but test the grip that still held his wrists to the mattress.<br/><br/>A pleased gasp escaped him as Kethaias ripped his shirt, and Ryland's chest was heaving, his blood singing.<br/><br/>"We'll see if you can really keep up to that promise, old man," Ryland said, laughing. A glance down showed he'd freed Kethaias cock, and while Ryland had had it in his hands on the boat, seeing the heavy weight of it, the thickness of it--Kethaias was a giant of a man as it was--had him attempting to squirm lower. "Let go," he demanded, intent.<br/><br/>They had to rearrange themselves some way if any of this was going to happen. Ryland got his feet braced on Kethaias' thighs and gave a great push that forced Kethaias' grip off his wrists, a sudden move that spoke of some training that Ryland claimed not to have. He didn't give Kethaias time to think about it, though, because he was already wriggling down while Kethaias caught his balance against the bed, and in not time he'd gotten low enough to lick a hot stripe up the underside of Kethaias' cock.<br/><br/>He wrenched his pants down lower, pressed his tongue into the slit, suckled the head. All teasing, and from this position, Kethaias had no room to grab his hair, which suited Ryland just fine at the moment, when he wanted all the control. He heard Kethaias' breath hitch as he kept going, and the only warning that Kethaias was coming after him again was the sudden heavy intake of breath. Ryland slipped down to the floor just as Kethaias tried to move.<br/><br/>As soon as the other man had pivoted in his failed grab, Ryland pushed him to sit on the bed. "I want you to watch this, O Lover of Doubt."<br/><br/>He sank to his knees, kissed the tip, explored the shape of him with his tongue, and then, deliberately, his gaze flickered up until he was absolutely sure Kethaias was watching, he leaned forward, relaxed his throat, and sank down until Kethaias' considerable length was swallowed. Ryland's nose brushed Kethaias' stomach.<br/><br/>He continued in that vein for quite a while, letting Kethaias do as he pleased with his hands. Once, he felt the sweep of his hair back behind his ear, exposing the ear cuff while he bobbed and sucked. He hummed, moaned, put his own hands down to free his cock and stroke himself in time. Felt the wash of salt in his mouth from precum and sat back to let a sticky line of it stretch between the tip of Kethaias' cock and his tongue. Licked his lips, felt the stretch at the corners of his mouth, the way his throat began to ache.<br/><br/>When he sat back to catch his breath, his voice was husky. "Are you fucking my mouth first?"<br/><br/>He found himself picked up and thrown back on the bed, his trousers unceremoniously stripped while he tried to kick, unhelpfully, free of them at the same time.<br/><br/>"Oil's there," he said, gesturing at the bedside table. "Hurry up. I touched myself earlier. You can thrust in." He saw Kethaias glance at him for that and he grinned back. "<i>Hurry up</i>."<br/><br/>Finally, Ryland thought as Kethaias reached for the oil and slicked himself. Finally, finally,<i>finally</i>. Kethaias' cock gleamed in the light. Another bruising kiss, a tongue thrust into his mouth, broke off his line of sight. It didn't matter. He lifted his legs, felt Kethaias' hips part his thighs further, and then his wrists were trapped again, Kethaias other hand disappearing between them. Ryland felt the slick, blunt end of Kethaias' cock press against his entrance, and he was<i>ready</i>.<br/><br/>"Kethaias," he gasped.<br/><br/>The door burst open. Gharreld's voice said, "If he<i>is </i>in here--" and stopped, abruptly, as Gharreld strode into the room. He stopped in place like he'd been stepped on a hidden nail, and the rest of the party behind him tumbled nearly into him from there. Gharreld, Kethaias' lieutenant Rijek, and the treacherous Teleyard. Teleyard was turning a curious shade of puce.<br/><br/>"I<i>knew</i>--" Teleyard said.<br/><br/>He was interrupted by Ryland's laughter, which had the effect of stopping Teleyard from diving forward in some sort of misguided rescue. Ryland said, "What in the deepest dark do any of you think you're doing, waltzing into my private chambers like this?" He let his feet drop to the mattress.<br/><br/>Gharreld looked more sour than usual. Underneath was a sort of rage. Ryland was hard put to think whether that was directed at him or Kethaias or both.<br/><br/>"This<i>seduction</i>--" Teleyard tried again.<br/><br/>"King Kethaias," Gharreld said. "One of your royal messengers arrived some twenty minutes ago in our courtyard to inform of us of a major insurrection in your empire. "As the message itself was of such import, I went to your chambers to deliver it myself." A poignant pause. "But you were not there."<br/><br/>Ryland rolled his eyes. "He was here," he said, stating the obvious. "At my invitation, an agreement between two men which would not go further than this visit." Both Banquish men glared at him. Curiously, Rijek's gaze flickered to Ryland's ear as he sat up, dragging a sheet over his lap. It meant his tattered shirt was more than on display, but his blood was beginning to run hot for other reasons. "Please get out of my room. Your message has been delivered."<br/><br/>Gharreld said, "I should like to escort His Eminence out, if there is no objection." His glare said that there had better not be. "At your invitation or not, I had suspected better manners from an Emperor King who graciously and assuredly informed us that you, Ryland, were not an object of marriage. If His Eminence wanted a plaything, he should have looked further. This is a grave offense."<br/><br/>"For fuck's sake, Gharreld," Ryland said. "That's ridiculous."<br/><br/>Gharreld, tight-faced, turned to Kethaias. "Your answer, Sir?"