Kethaias laughed into him.  Ryland was cheeky, even when being played with.  But then this was a man who had nothing to lose or gain by his position under Kethaias, the Warrior King.  He didn’t have to impress or influence anyone.  All he had to do to get what he wanted was keep Keth interested in sex, which honestly wasn’t proving too terribly difficult a task for him.  Ryland pulled that one off without effort, simply by existing and being his pompous, beautiful self.  Coming to terms with that made it much easier for Keth himself to enjoy the moment for what it was.<br/><br/>“Tonight,” he agreed.  There was always the threat of being pulled away during the daylight hours to hover over documents or speak with Ryland’s older brother.  It was too risky to just do what he wanted whenever he wanted.  Despite his status and the fear his name brought to the table, he had no intentions of making their negotiations even more difficult by dragging an ill-advised affair with the youngest prince into it.  “Can you wait for me that long?  Or will you seek more immediate satisfaction?”<br/><br/>Keth tightened his grip and add more forceful strokes, his hand twisting as it went.  There was a command in the motion, as if he was coaxing the answer he wanted from those delicious lips.<br/><br/>“You can touch me all you’d like then.  All I want now is to feel you like this,” he admitted, pressing his thumb across the beading moisture with a low groan.  “Burn the need off a little?  I imagine your stamina is renowned, but you should have pity on an old man, princeling.”