"Ah...well...n-no..." Faolán admitted as his cheeks grew hotter, both because Killian was doing magical things with his hips and because it was a little...embarrassing to confess he knew so little as a grown-ass adult. He shuddered and bit his lip to hold back a moan, pulling Killian in tighter. God, it was almost torturous but a good kind, so different from their earlier roughness. He'd loved being 'claimed' and wanted more of it, but this slow rocking, feeling every inch of him as he moved, and how much better it felt when he did his best to roll his hips up in time...
He almost forgot what he was saying. Speaking was hard. "N-not 'cause I ain't curious! Just...y'know...my, uh...my situation...?"
If any other man got caught with his hands down his pants, he'd suffer embarrassment and teasing at the worst. For Faolán, just taking a piss risked his life.
But here and now that was the least of his worries; for a rare moment he truly felt safe.
Loved—
He stopped the thought in its tracks, startled by it, but it didn't linger long. Not with Killian describing the process (exploding with pleasure?) and then instructing him how to get there. Use him? Use his body to get there...?
Oh, Faolán very much liked the idea of that.
The screaming, though...?
"We shouldn't..." he gasped out, eyes fluttering open to peer up at Killian through hooded eyes. "People could hear..." And yet he shuddered at the thought, clenching around Killian--with excitement and nerves alike. God, what was with that? With being attracted to stupidly dangerous ideas? Maybe the war had broke him, or maybe it was the irreverent flirting with mortality, because the idea both scared and thrilled him and had him moving more urgently against the other man, kissing him hungrily and raking his nails down his spine.
Lips sealed to Killian's, tongue tasting him, he planted his feet on the bed for purchase as he rode him from the bottom, searching again for the right motion, the right angle, that had made his breath catch. Use him, he said, and so he did. It took a few tries--and he did not mind the journey--but suddenly he gripped Killain tighter with a gasping cry as his cock stroked just the right spot as their pelvises ground together. "There." He bit his lip hard, trembling with the effort to keep quiet as goosebumps rose along his skin, and he pressed his lips to Killian's shoulder to hide another whimper. "Right there. Oh God, you feel so...so..."