<i>What was your first clue?</i><br/><br/>Ryland started laughing. "The sulking, obviously."<br/><br/>Kethaias probably didn't appreciate that, but Ryland was squirming again, still laughing, having fun. He'd be damned if this was going to be something so serious. The striving, the laughter, the interruption of a sudden gasp or bite, it was all worth it. It was about time Kethaias learned how to make this<i>fun</i>.<br/><br/>And easy. Ryland felt his body coil tighter, the rough press of Kethaias' hand at his wrist spiking the pleasure higher. He did bruise easily, underneath fine golden skin, but if anything, Ryland knew Kethaias wouldn't mind. Seeing the marks he'd left on him might be advantageous later, something to make him burn again. Between now and tonight was such a short time, but Ryland didn't doubt he could flaunt the fresh bloom of purple complimenting the gold.<br/><br/>Trapped, Ryland gave a final writhe and then gasped. Kethaias worked them both, and it was the groan that sliced through the last of his reserves. Kethaias was coming against him, his hand slick. One short, heavy stroke later and he was spilling over, too, groaning against Kethaias' neck, his grip sharp in his hair.<br/><br/>Ryland collapsed back onto the blankets, panting. Kethaias' weight was heavy, their come quickly cooling on his stomach between them, threatening to spill down the sides. Pleasure was still working through him, sated and thick. He loosened his fingers in the strands of Kethaias' hair and stroked through instead, the fall of braids slipping through smoothly. And Kethaias smelled nice, masculine, heady with sweat and the smoke from the brazier near them, hot iron, and the Banquish soaps he'd been given for his baths.<br/><br/>He spent a while breathing him in, and his voice was honey-thick and so very pleased when he deigned he had enough faculty to speak.<br/><br/>"All right," he said, thumping Kethaias' side like a beast. "Go dip a cloth in the water up there and clean me up. Then we can lounge properly while you feed me some of these treats I so thoughtfully brought." He smiled. "And kiss your handiwork. My wrist aches."