Rolled over, Faolán wrapped his arms around Killian's neck and played with the hair at the nape, still grinning impishly. Though it lost some of its mischief when he felt Killian prod against him, his breath hitching and hips rolling up to meet him. Hard to stay cocky when he was being distracted by, well...a cock. "Yeah...but you—!"
He cut off with a muffled gasp as Killian shut him up in the most effective way, his hands tangling in his hair as he kissed him hungrily, desperately, his tongue sliding in for a taste. God he didn't realize how much he needed him until he finally had him—and now that he had him, he never wanted to let him go.
Impatient, he bucked against him, urging him to slide home and whimpering against his lips.