To be honest, that title was never something he'd ever even considered having or enjoying. Maybe he wouldn't like it spilling from anyone else's lips, though, either. Maybe it was just because Kell was Kell and despite being a grown adult with more power than most people would ever be blessed with--sometimes he still saw the young boy with bright mismatched eyes so excited to see someone else like him. The image kicked so many gears into motion and sometimes Holland had a hard time understanding himself because of them.
He'd never wanted to protect Kell before. He never cared enough. But things had shifted at some point, probably a little even before that stupid ship. Before he was imprisoned. Or maybe it had been that exact moment. The moment when Kell got between him and them, despite being so angry with him himself.
The words slipped into his ears and swirled around so beautifully that for a moment Holland forgot about what the hell they were doing and was just...watching the others face. It was so soft, and bright, and yet...when lashes parted and he saw the mirror of strength he also felt sort of...safe, too. His mind started down a path that he didn't want it to but was gratefully pulled out of it when Kells body clenched around his cock, fluttering muscles in the most delicious way possible--and it happened too fast but it felt so damn good that he didn't even care if the growling noise he had just made had been louder than he usually allowed.
Pulling him closer, he buried his face in the curve of the others shoulder and just breathed; holding onto him like he was the only real thing in the world at that moment. This was so stupid...he shouldn't feel so...
...calm without trying.
Sated.
Strangely complete.
Time ticked by and he knew it did, he just didn't know how long it had been before he finally lifted his face again and nosed in against Kell.
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Date: 2020-05-27 03:19 pm (UTC)From:He'd never wanted to protect Kell before. He never cared enough. But things had shifted at some point, probably a little even before that stupid ship. Before he was imprisoned. Or maybe it had been that exact moment. The moment when Kell got between him and them, despite being so angry with him himself.
The words slipped into his ears and swirled around so beautifully that for a moment Holland forgot about what the hell they were doing and was just...watching the others face. It was so soft, and bright, and yet...when lashes parted and he saw the mirror of strength he also felt sort of...safe, too. His mind started down a path that he didn't want it to but was gratefully pulled out of it when Kells body clenched around his cock, fluttering muscles in the most delicious way possible--and it happened too fast but it felt so damn good that he didn't even care if the growling noise he had just made had been louder than he usually allowed.
Pulling him closer, he buried his face in the curve of the others shoulder and just breathed; holding onto him like he was the only real thing in the world at that moment. This was so stupid...he shouldn't feel so...
...calm without trying.
Sated.
Strangely complete.
Time ticked by and he knew it did, he just didn't know how long it had been before he finally lifted his face again and nosed in against Kell.