Kell's eyes follow Holland's movements and it takes a great deal of trust to allow Holland to bind him with something other than his own hands. He pushes away the echos of the memory, focusing on what he could see in Holland's arms and the rising anxiety fell to the wayside as he let go of it, giving himself over to this too. He had meant what he said.
There's a low sound as his fingers curl into his palms almost instinctively as they're pleased above his head -- a position that gives him no opportunity to reach and run his fingers over Holland or to hold him, pull him close. He could... but he wanted to be a good boy. So he'd keep his hands exactly where Holland guided them. He wouldn't disappoint him.
Kell thinks of the things that he maybe should have told Holland before he gagged him -- but then again he hadn't really seen the gag coming. That took he could be rid of but he was choosing to give this, his submission, obedience to Holland without question or hesitation tonight. If tonight is all they had, Holland would have all he desired of Kell.
The young Antari's eyes fall close when Holland begins to touch, explore, thorough and leaving his skin singing with sensation, so alive in his wake. Is it their magic that made it feel so vivid? He managed to stay quiet through most of it, even sensitive spots, his hands clenching tightly to stay quiet when those were hit, managing to keep it down to muffled whimpers of pleasure. But when the tongue teased over his nipple a whimper began but changed sharply into a moan, not completely muffled as his back arched up, hands coming up to grab at Holland's hair before he caught himself and dropped them back into position. It had been close but that had been... incredible.
Even so, that couldn't overshadow the feeling of Holland against his thigh, his breath hitching and his body thrumming with need for it, for Holland... to be complete with him. Is that insane?
Something like "Please," is muffled by his gag, his leg shifting trying to get a more satisfying touch.
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There's a low sound as his fingers curl into his palms almost instinctively as they're pleased above his head -- a position that gives him no opportunity to reach and run his fingers over Holland or to hold him, pull him close. He could... but he wanted to be a good boy. So he'd keep his hands exactly where Holland guided them. He wouldn't disappoint him.
Kell thinks of the things that he maybe should have told Holland before he gagged him -- but then again he hadn't really seen the gag coming. That took he could be rid of but he was choosing to give this, his submission, obedience to Holland without question or hesitation tonight. If tonight is all they had, Holland would have all he desired of Kell.
The young Antari's eyes fall close when Holland begins to touch, explore, thorough and leaving his skin singing with sensation, so alive in his wake. Is it their magic that made it feel so vivid? He managed to stay quiet through most of it, even sensitive spots, his hands clenching tightly to stay quiet when those were hit, managing to keep it down to muffled whimpers of pleasure. But when the tongue teased over his nipple a whimper began but changed sharply into a moan, not completely muffled as his back arched up, hands coming up to grab at Holland's hair before he caught himself and dropped them back into position. It had been close but that had been... incredible.
Even so, that couldn't overshadow the feeling of Holland against his thigh, his breath hitching and his body thrumming with need for it, for Holland... to be complete with him. Is that insane?
Something like "Please," is muffled by his gag, his leg shifting trying to get a more satisfying touch.