"I win!" he said, before Kethaias had even lifted up enough to show him. It was as good as seeing it for Kethaias to try to hide it from him. He couldn't even keep a straight face there, because Ryland could still feel him smiling against his neck, and then the shaking of his laughter.<br/><br/>When he finally did lift up to show his smile, Ryland let his head fall back after a moment, taking in the look of him. The hand on his shoulder went to Kethaias' jaw.<br/><br/>"So much more handsome... You see? I told you."<br/><br/>Even more so for having his hair slightly unkempt, for the soft glow of light breaking through the tent like the warm cast of candlelight. Ryland's busy hand had paused, but now he started again, just to watch Kethaias' eyes darken. Ryland's answering smile was wicked, smug, and bright all at once.<br/><br/>Kethaias bent his head to nibble his lip, and Ryland sighed, tried not to be impatient.<br/><br/><i>And what would you have as your prize?</i><br/><br/>"I believe you were in the middle of accepting defeat and giving me exactly what I want in a<i>different </i>context. You see, I<i>am </i>spoiled. You'll have to wait to see what I might ask of you. I have all the time in the world to decide."<br/><br/>Because Kethaias was already getting a hand between the parted line of his pants where the stays had been loosened. He was already finding the shape of him, and obviously pleased about the discovery, too. Ryland started to pick at his laces one-handed, intent on returning the favor, of finding the real weight of what he already knew to be a very fine cock.<br/><br/>"It is too bad we are on a boat, or I would offer you oil." He struggled not to laugh. "But I think if you tried to fuck me in here, you really would tip us all into the water. This will<i>not </i>be my prize."