<i>I have all the time in the world to decide.</i><br/><br/>Kethaias hummed a warning, dealing a harsher sting against the prince’s lips.  How long exactly did Ryland think he was going to remain in Banque?  Even if negotiations hit a particularly nasty snag, Keth had too much to do, too much waiting on the outcome for him to drag his feet.<br/><br/>“You have until I leave, which isn’t that far off,” he warned.  He did have pity on their current situation, the trapping of the tent and the unfortunate restraint they were forced to operate under, and reached down to help with his own pants.  “I can wait, but not forever… so you’re going to have to make a formal proposition for that prize sooner rather than later, princeling.”<br/><br/>Once he had freed enough clothing to allow Ryland’s hand free access, Kethaias went back to enjoying the feel of him.<br/><br/>The following assessment had him chuckling in the middle of stroking Ryland’s eager cock.  Tip them into the water?  Easily.  The poleman would be first, of course, because of his position higher up.  But the tent would get ripped down for sure, and in that struggle there would be less finesse than what he would need to lend to the situation.<br/><br/>“Hardly the room for it, anyway,” he commented.  The positioning alone would be awkward and, while hasty, partially clothed sex was incredibly hot, it was not what would leave him satisfied.  “I’d rather have you laid out in front of me properly, where I can appreciate the sight of you.<i>All</i>of you.  This is little more than a meager sampling of what I want to do to you.  Unless after you’ve had a little taste of satisfaction you decide to discard me.”<br/><br/>His smile turned more wicked, Keth feeling free to do so without the looming pressure of a silly bet or any preconceived notions of what was to happen between them beyond the physical.<br/><br/>“Though you might be intimidated by more than just my<i>unfortunate face</i>by the end.”