While Kell is busy admiring, or just touching, he isn’t sure which, Holland shifts closer on the cot. He’s still wearing his own pants but it doesn’t matter right now. There are other matters to attend to.
Long, scarred fingers trail over the sharp dip of a hip and gently wrap around the others length. The velvety warmth of him, still half soft, feels nice in his hand. Heavy and pulsing softly with life. He strokes him and noses into the red curls above Kells ear, “If we had the time...and real privacy...I could show you so many other things that magic could be used for,” he murmured, then teeth teased at the shell of Kells ear, the tip of his tongue licking out briefly before he continued, “We could have enjoyed life together if things had been done differently.” You could have been mine, and I yours.
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Long, scarred fingers trail over the sharp dip of a hip and gently wrap around the others length. The velvety warmth of him, still half soft, feels nice in his hand. Heavy and pulsing softly with life. He strokes him and noses into the red curls above Kells ear, “If we had the time...and real privacy...I could show you so many other things that magic could be used for,” he murmured, then teeth teased at the shell of Kells ear, the tip of his tongue licking out briefly before he continued, “We could have enjoyed life together if things had been done differently.” You could have been mine, and I yours.