Holland expected Kell to disobey a little. It was just the way Kell was. He hadn't expected to be amused by it, though. Kells fingers moved into his hair and the older Antari smirked against his skin, but before he could even utter anything about it, the hands were gone. Pressed against the pillow once more.
He almost missed them.
He did miss them.
He would have missed them more if he wasn't completely distracted by that moan, or the leg shifting against him like an eager puppy wanting attention. Kisses were peppered, gently nipped into skin as his mouth moved to the other nipple--everything was a balance. Or it should be.
They didn't have time for everything he wanted, though, and he sighed softly. If they had more time, more space, there would be so many things...but they didn't. He wanted to take his time with him, to take him apart and then put him back together again but the rock of the ship reminded him that that wasn't possible. In some ways, it thawed and broke his heart at the same time.
"Another time, another place," he murmured and reached up to release the belt from Kells wrists, let him touch, and then pulled the gag free, there are other ways to keep him quiet. He was on him completely a second later, sliding into a deeper kiss; a wanton thing, that devoured the youngers mouth, spurred on by the slide of their bodies as they moved flush against one another. Fitting in places he hadn't expected, grinding their arousals together. If they couldn't be a thunderstorm, they could still be an inferno; quick and bright.
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Date: 2020-05-11 04:23 pm (UTC)From:He almost missed them.
He did miss them.
He would have missed them more if he wasn't completely distracted by that moan, or the leg shifting against him like an eager puppy wanting attention. Kisses were peppered, gently nipped into skin as his mouth moved to the other nipple--everything was a balance. Or it should be.
They didn't have time for everything he wanted, though, and he sighed softly. If they had more time, more space, there would be so many things...but they didn't. He wanted to take his time with him, to take him apart and then put him back together again but the rock of the ship reminded him that that wasn't possible. In some ways, it thawed and broke his heart at the same time.
"Another time, another place," he murmured and reached up to release the belt from Kells wrists, let him touch, and then pulled the gag free, there are other ways to keep him quiet. He was on him completely a second later, sliding into a deeper kiss; a wanton thing, that devoured the youngers mouth, spurred on by the slide of their bodies as they moved flush against one another. Fitting in places he hadn't expected, grinding their arousals together. If they couldn't be a thunderstorm, they could still be an inferno; quick and bright.