Kell gasps when Holland takes hold of him. His breathing picking up and his head tilting to the side as the words, the voice wrap around him like a touch that was everywhere. His body felt more alive than it ever had. He aches for time with Holland. Why couldn't there be more? There's a sense of sorrow that rises and he has to bite it back, focusing on the heat, on the way his cock is hardening at the touch, the other's mouth teasing at his ear which is turning out to be particularly sensitive. He's rather sure he probably will need gagged if that is enough to draw such sounds from him.
"Holland..." he can't help how the words come out slightly choked because the words hurt, and he ached for a life they hadn't had the chance to live... and maybe if Holland and his king had made a different choice...maybe everything would have been different. But it could also be said that if Red London hadn't shut White London off... but then perhaps they wouldn't be the only two sides of the same coin for so long.
"Maybe...we can still find a way," the voice is small and he knows it's fruitless, his hands splaying over the other's side, stroking along it. It's strange such physical pleasure while his heart feels like it's being torn.
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Date: 2020-05-11 03:44 am (UTC)From:"Holland..." he can't help how the words come out slightly choked because the words hurt, and he ached for a life they hadn't had the chance to live... and maybe if Holland and his king had made a different choice...maybe everything would have been different. But it could also be said that if Red London hadn't shut White London off... but then perhaps they wouldn't be the only two sides of the same coin for so long.
"Maybe...we can still find a way," the voice is small and he knows it's fruitless, his hands splaying over the other's side, stroking along it. It's strange such physical pleasure while his heart feels like it's being torn.