The relief showed clear in Faolán's eyes and he let his breath out in a sharp whoosh as he'd forgotten for a moment to breathe. His throat still felt tight, no longer with fear but with emotion. He had never been afraid of rejection, not from Killian, but there was that very real fear that suddenly he would be different. Suddenly Killian wouldn't see another man before him. And maybe Killian still didn't understand, just as Faolán hardly understood himself beyond what he felt, that this body didn't match who he was, but Killian's words, his acceptance, it was enough.
More than enough.
How could he have ever doubted him?
He could have cried from sheer happiness and relief, his emotions a confused mess mixed with that almost painful desire, but crying wasn't his style. And besides, Killian knew just how to distract him, because that was when he undid his breeches.
Faolán stared.
Oh, he'd daydreamed about this before, and immediately been ashamed for those thoughts. But there was no shame here as he took Killian in, his heart beating faster as heat rose to his face and settled between his legs. This was real. This was better than anything he could have dreamed. And Killian wanted him--
And God, what was he waiting for?
Still shy, Faolán took a deep breath and lowered his arms, his face reddening at how exposed he now was, but he was determined to move past it quick. This was supposed to be awkward anyway, right? First times? So why the hell not just embrace it, because he knew--was hoping--that very soon it would be the last thing on his mind.
"Damn...you've got no idea how long I've wanted this..."
He still hadn't removed his own breeches, but for some reason Killian's nudity while he was still half-clothed only made him bolder, braver. He gently pushed against Killian's chest, coaxing him to lay back, and pressed a fierce kiss to his lips as he still rocked their hips together. God, that felt maddening, feeling Killian's cock rubbing between his legs with only the material of his breeches separating them, a wet spot dampening on the fabric as his need only grew. And then his low moan of enjoyment soon turned to a surprised gasp when he pressed against a place that sent a spike of pleasure through him. He shivered and focused on repeating it, grinding and rolling his hips just a little harder, biting back moans and sharp breaths, and only stopped when the friction of his breeches became too harsh.
He needed more--but he wasn't yet ready to undress.
"I wanna try somethin'," he murmured against Killian's lips, before he peppered kisses down his neck and along his collarbone. "Heard some folks talkin' about it, so...I just thought...y'know..."
He pressed a gentle kiss to Killian's stump of an arm, never once hesitating even as he fully took in the ugly flesh, then moved lower down his body until he settled himself on his knees between Killian's legs. He swallowed, not really sure of what he was doing, but a large part of him really just wanted to impress Killian. And even stranger, but it somehow felt less nerve-wracking being in control. And so after a moment of nervous hesitation, stomach fluttering with excitement, he trailed his fingers along Killian's cock, then gripped him more firmly, amazed at how soft he felt over all the hard flesh. For a moment he just explored him curiously, stroking gently, smoothing his thumb over the tip and the precum there as he got his first up-close look at a cock--and then he leaned forward and dragged his tongue up his length, licking him, kissing him, before he took the head into his mouth and sucked.