He couldn’t be sure, but he thought that Ryland looked delighted.  More than that, he looked more attractive.  Was it the intimate angle?  The lighting there under the tent?  Or was it all imagined, now that the beauty was all his in this very private and quiet setting?<br/><br/><i>If you aren’t offended…</i><br/><br/>Ryland knew that he wouldn’t be.  Of course, the prince’s efforts meant he had to let go of Keth’s hair, and it was all neatly brushed out of reach before they settled back into what seemed too familiar a position for men of their position.  That didn’t stop Kethaias from smoothing his hand along a firm waist, nor did it stop his eyes from trailing down to appreciate the shape of the body lying close to him.  He’d always thought that Ryland was a rare beauty, but perhaps he was too used to extending his reach to truly enjoy things for what they were.  Ryland might’ve been a prince and a fine strategic move to ensure his foothold in Banque, but more simply… he was stunning and more than willing to play.<br/><br/><i>Did</i>he find this sheltered kingdom cold?  He thought about it, then gave a mental shrug.<br/><br/>“I have journeyed over blazing sand and through icy waters, my little princeling,” he teased.  “I have fought in full armour under bright summer suns, and I have rested in snow banks that would’ve touched you to…<i>here</i>.”  The word was emphasized with a thumb brushing right above Ryland’s navel, though Kethaias returned his hand to a more stationary position at the man’s waist.  “A bit of shadow, a gust of wind… these things do not bother me.”<br/><br/>There was a difference between comfort and tolerance, though.  Keth just wasn’t sure he knew the difference anymore.<br/><br/>“But as you seem so concerned with my temperature, perhaps you should be more attentive?”  Then, without even pretending to consider propriety, he pulled away to start peeling his own clothing off.  Ryland had stopped at his jacket, but Keth revealed far more skin.  Everything from his waist up came off and was tossed aside.  He had more a warrior’s build than a lofty king’s, along with the scars that he earned along the way to achieving and maintaining his status.<br/><br/>He took Ryland’s hand and pressed it to his face.  “Is this alright?”  He was referring to the warmth of his skin rather than what some would consider the boldness of the move.  Honestly, he was quite warm and, just as Ryland had suggested in his teasing way, had been the subject of scolding by lovers who thought him too hot to sleep up next to through the night.  But it wasn’t their hands he was concerned with then, it was Ryland’s own, golden and perfect.  He guided it lower, pressing it along his chest.  It felt nice to have that hand upon him.<br/><br/>“How about this?  Do I seem cold?”