Dawn will quickly approach the moment this is finished, but until then it feels like they have forever. If someone had asked him years ago if he had any interest, in this way, in the Red London Antari--he would have said no. Not because there wasn't a certain appeal to him that others didn't but because they belonged to two different worlds. Two different everythings. And still they were more alike than anyone else ever could be (save for Delilah.)
Holland watched Kell move, grasping his cock in his hand and guiding it where he wanted it. Watched the way he sank down over him, thighs trembling slightly under his hands from the effort. The curse that went straight through his bones and made everything inside of him ache.
Both hands smoothed firmly along Kells thighs; massaging up and then down, up again and he realized suddenly that this was a very dangerous game they were playing. Magic was a wild thing. It came with a cost and it sometimes didn't do what you wanted it to. It was why Holland had practiced so much control all of his life. But he could deny the way things inside of him sparked differently with Kell than they had with anyone else he had ever been with.
....we're a storm waiting to happen...
Reaching up he dragged Kells face down to his own and moaned into a deeper kiss once he had claimed his mouth again. He wasn't gentle. Didn't have to be. But there was a subtle affection there if Kell knew what to look for. A desperation in the way his hips rolled to get him moving, the way his cock pulsed heavily inside of him, the way his tongue tasted him for all he could.
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Date: 2020-05-26 04:03 pm (UTC)From:Holland watched Kell move, grasping his cock in his hand and guiding it where he wanted it. Watched the way he sank down over him, thighs trembling slightly under his hands from the effort. The curse that went straight through his bones and made everything inside of him ache.
Both hands smoothed firmly along Kells thighs; massaging up and then down, up again and he realized suddenly that this was a very dangerous game they were playing. Magic was a wild thing. It came with a cost and it sometimes didn't do what you wanted it to. It was why Holland had practiced so much control all of his life. But he could deny the way things inside of him sparked differently with Kell than they had with anyone else he had ever been with.
....we're a storm waiting to happen...
Reaching up he dragged Kells face down to his own and moaned into a deeper kiss once he had claimed his mouth again. He wasn't gentle. Didn't have to be. But there was a subtle affection there if Kell knew what to look for. A desperation in the way his hips rolled to get him moving, the way his cock pulsed heavily inside of him, the way his tongue tasted him for all he could.