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“No, you don’t have to,” Holland snorted softly, “I was just answering your question. Just because it is a want doesn’t mean it has to happen. You come more often than I deserve as is,” shifting, he crawled slowly downwards. Trailing kisses along Kells skin in his wake.

He hums and bites gently around a hip bone, “Do not anger Rhy anymore than necessary.”