That response give Holland pause. His eyes slowly graze over every intricate, beautiful detail of the younger face.
He’s never given himself to a man. Ever. (Holland doesn’t have much room to talk; any and all of his encounters have been laced with pain and regret). But he’s willing to give himself to Holland. Right now. Knowing this is it.
Sighing shakily, he presses their foreheads together, “You offer too much...” This should be given to someone Kell actually cares about. But even that line of thinking doesn’t stop him from slipping his hand from their lengths to tease his fingertips against the others entrance; teasing, tracing.
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He’s never given himself to a man. Ever. (Holland doesn’t have much room to talk; any and all of his encounters have been laced with pain and regret). But he’s willing to give himself to Holland. Right now. Knowing this is it.
Sighing shakily, he presses their foreheads together, “You offer too much...” This should be given to someone Kell actually cares about. But even that line of thinking doesn’t stop him from slipping his hand from their lengths to tease his fingertips against the others entrance; teasing, tracing.