Ryland’s hand was not helping his patience in the matter, but then he was thrilled with it.  He’d only had the assistance of dealing with his desires from that pretty Red Lark, and while the man had been skilled in the ways of pleasure, it was hardly Keth’s true desires.  He hardened further against the prince’s hand and puffed out a delighted sound against a golden throat.<br/><br/><i>Am I being punished?</i><br/><br/>“Don’t you want to be?” Keth shot back, remembering the excitement in those wicked eyes when he’d gone violent in his misery back at the castle.  But that answer was probably not to come, because Ryland had caught on.<br/><br/>“Shut up.  No,” he insisted, curling his arms around the body under him and burying his face firmly into Ryland’s neck to hide the proof of his defeat.  He rattled off a few more muffled objections before a warm rumbling rose up in his throat in the form of a laugh.  At that point, he knew he was just delaying the inevitable, and the fearsome warrior king relented and showed his less than fearsome smile.  It brought youth to his face, his eyes in particular.<br/><br/>“There!  Are you happy, now?  Spoiled child…”<br/><br/>The words he’d used before to berate and judge were now playful, even if true.  It was clear that Keth didn’t care that he’d lost their little wager.  His focus was on an inviting mouth lined with plush lips that he hadn’t yet enjoyed enough.  He caught the lower one with his teeth in a tender nibble.<br/><br/>“And what would you have as your prize?  Or should I guess?” he asked, working a hand between them so he could explore under Ryland’s loosened pants.  As expected, he was greeted with a similar eagerness that he himself presented.  It healed a bit of the pride he’d lost earlier that day, even though the events were entirely divergent.