"You won't forget," Ryland said, his smile still curling through the words. "I'm just as confident in my ability to leave an impression. And you wouldn't dare die before I got my due. It would be rude."<br/><br/>The rough treatment was just enough, a counterbalance to the sweet spill of pleasure. If there were marks on his neck for later, all the better. He could hide them if he needed to, but there was no real reason. If it hadn't been Kethaias, it would be someone else, an easy deflection to cover this up if Kethaias wanted to.<br/><br/>"It's true. I've never had any sense." He didn't sound like he cared much for sense, either, as long as Kethaias was still torturing him so well.<br/><br/>He gave a frustrated huff as Kethaias forced his hand away, wriggling under him. Kethaias obviously needed the control, though, needed to be able to pin him down, and Ryland was happy to give him a little fight for it. It just made the weight of him more delicious, the pleasure of it forced down, like he<i>had </i>to feel it. He still had his other hand free, tangled in the soft hair at the back of Kethaias' neck, urging him on.<br/><br/>After waiting so long, grinding against each other wasn't quite satisfying. Ryland wriggled again, growling, only to have Kethaias force him down again, wrap his hand around the two of them.<br/><br/>"Are you going to let me touch you?" His hips were already moving, thrusting up as best he could into Kethaias' fist, a slick slide against the hot, silken skin of Kethaias' cock, too. "I wish you could fuck me. When we get back...?"