With care, Holland takes each of Kells hands and pulls them through the corresponding loops before tightening them up as makeshift cuffs. He remember the last time Kell was cuffed, though, and leans in to kiss each of his palms. This weren't real binds, they weren't a threat. They were a promise of something else.
His eyes met Kells for one reason only: You are safe. I swear I won't hurt you.
And then they're gone, watching as his hands smooth a path along the others arms, pushing them above his head once more to rest against the pillow below his head. "Don't move them from this position," he orders calmly.
Hollands voice is rougher than usual, but he still doesn't raise it. He never saw the point in yelling. If you couldn't command people by just speaking, then what use was their obedience?
Dipping down and began to trail his hands along the younger mans body; palms flat, fingers splayed to contour to all of the dips of lean muscle and bone. Memorizing his body for no other reason other than he wanted to. Kisses were scattered in the wake of his hands, tongue lashing out to taste his skin, teasing over a pink nipple before teeth caught and tugged.
His own cock ached as he shifted between the others legs, pressing their hips together for the simple pleasure of touch. The weight of his arousal pressed against Kells thigh, throbbing with a want he couldn't deny now even if he wanted to (he didn't).
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Date: 2020-05-11 04:52 am (UTC)From:His eyes met Kells for one reason only: You are safe. I swear I won't hurt you.
And then they're gone, watching as his hands smooth a path along the others arms, pushing them above his head once more to rest against the pillow below his head. "Don't move them from this position," he orders calmly.
Hollands voice is rougher than usual, but he still doesn't raise it. He never saw the point in yelling. If you couldn't command people by just speaking, then what use was their obedience?
Dipping down and began to trail his hands along the younger mans body; palms flat, fingers splayed to contour to all of the dips of lean muscle and bone. Memorizing his body for no other reason other than he wanted to. Kisses were scattered in the wake of his hands, tongue lashing out to taste his skin, teasing over a pink nipple before teeth caught and tugged.
His own cock ached as he shifted between the others legs, pressing their hips together for the simple pleasure of touch. The weight of his arousal pressed against Kells thigh, throbbing with a want he couldn't deny now even if he wanted to (he didn't).