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There was a certain type of thrill he felt at having Kells fingers in his hair, tugging his head away. Lust was there, sitting so purely in his gaze that he couldn't hide it even if he had wanted to. It felt...weirdly like the lock on his cage kept steadily rattling open.

Holland didn't stop moving but he did mentally pause to think, "...Is magic allowed?"

Do you trust me?

It would be something Kell could easily break but if it helped, a spell was worth a try.

Kell meets Holland's gaze and his own was full of lust of an affection hidden deep and starved for so many years.

"Yes," he bit down on a moan, the other's cock inside of him felt better than he could have imagined, sometimes brushing against that spot his fingers had informed him existed with a white burst of molton pleasure.

Kell trusts Holland whether that is for better or worse it remains to be seen.

Trust is a tricky concept when it came to their kind. It was almost standard for them to just have trust issues; and they did.

Holland shook his head and stole another kiss before nosing along his cheek to nip softly at the lobe of his ear. "No magic. You need to learn more control," he hummed lowly, "Bite me if you have to." Luckily, they weren't afraid of a little blood.

His thrusts quickened, eager and wanton as the friction drove them closer to that inevitable edge. Especially considering it was the first time for one, and it was the first in a long time for the other. As it were, the little breaths, the gasps, the groans of pleasure mixed with the rumbling in the younger mans chest made his own cock pulse in pleasure. He wanted suddenly, so badly, to claim this one for his own.

It was a stupid thing to want but he wanted it.

Kell wants to argue. really? His control is great but Holland is just... making him feel so good. How is he supposed to be quiet about it? He groans softly but he doesn’t bother arguing. Holland is about as stubborn as he is, he knows that.

Kell pulls on the older antari’s hair until he can press his face into the crook of his neck— inhaling the scent that is uniquely him. His fingers slip out of his hair, nails digging into his back as the others thrusts got faster, a bit harder and just making Kell lose his mind — lose his control. He felt a loud moan rising and his teeth pressed against the curve of the others throat. He bit hard and then harder when another moan threatened. Nails dragged down the others back, likely breaking skin in their wake as was the hard bite as his body tightened around Holland.

He is right there on the edge.

Pain was almost a special ingredient at this point. It was something they were so used to that when it was given in a way that wasn't meant to actually harm--it was quite pleasant.

Kells nails clawed at his back and he arched into them, his pace switching to something harder, desperate. But it was the teeth and the vibrations of a moan that had his insides turning into butterflies.

Holland was the definition of control, and yet he felt like he had absolutely none in that moment. A hot coil in his gut snapped and he moaned, barely catching himself by a bitten lip as his body surged, spilling deep inside of its younger counterpart. reveling in the tight clenching of muscle.

Kell enjoys the way the other arches into his nails, the way he starts moving harder. It makes him dig in a little deeper, moan a little louder against his neck and in turn biting just a little deeper, feeling blood there.

Then there's a minute where he feels it, the magic more electric in the moment he felt Holland spilling inside of him. One of his hand drops to touch himself because he's right there, so close and all it took was a stroke, maybe too for him to come, his body spasming around him some and clenching and he nearly forgot to stay quiet, to bite and he had found another spot to bite down on rather than abuse the same one, done without conscious thought of doing it.

The double bite was perfection. The scent of blood in the air, it was something familiar and exciting in ways that probably only Antari ever felt. But it was the way Kell clung to him with both nails and teeth and body—-everything in that moment was just Kell.

And it almost broke his heart.

Holland curled around him, his hips rolling languidly until they were both sated. And then he noses against his neck and nipped his shoulder almost playfully before slowly melting on top of him.

Kell held on even as the pleasure fades away. The grip on his back gets looser his other hand to the side and he exhales as his head drops back, mouth surely bloody. He licks his lips like, eyelids heavy as he looks up at Holland.

His body still felt so alive and he didn’t want the moment to end because what if he couldn’t find a way to save him.

The thought ached more than just in his heart but his soul too and he vaguely apologized to Rhy in his head for it.

Holland slowly lifted his head and stared almost adoringly down into the others face. But he couldn't allow himself to care more than he was able. Time wasn't exactly on their side here but he couldn't find it in himself to pull away.

The blood was mostly licked clean from Kells lips, but Holland chased the remains anyway. Magic sung in their blood and even if it was his own, there was something different about it in this moment.

He noses him lightly and peppered his mouth with two more kisses before he slid off so that he was only half on top of Kell; removing some of the weight.

"Well. No one has barged through the door, at least," he murmurs thickly, "I suppose I should be proud of you."

Kell savors then kisses, the others weight even as he slid off of him. He let his hand fall away from his back. He brushed that hand through his hair trying to collect his thoughts, catch his breath.

Yes they hadn’t been discovered or at least not interrupted. He supposed that is a win.

“I can’t believe you were calling me a good boy,” he can’t believe how much he likes it even more.

Holland was blinking lazily, oddly content and calm where he was laying beside the younger man. One hand held his head, the other traced along one scar and then another.

But then bis brows rose in amusement and he murmured, "I can't believe you liked it."

Kell studies Holland and exhales a laugh, an actual laugh.

“I can’t believe it either,” but he’s not embarrassed he enjoys it still somehow despite it being strange and something he’d never have anticipating liking.

He leans over and kisses him softly, almost too tender.

“Will you help me keep you alive?”

Genuinely happy emotions being expressed are so foreign at this point that Holland doesn't react at first. But the sound is sweet, and the fact that it's coming from Kell of all people makes it mean more. Kell wasn't as jaded as he was, but he still wasn't a bubbly ray of sunshine either.

There was a comment on the tip of his tongue but the kiss gives him pause and he melts slowly into it. Leaning to make sure it lingers as long as possible.

"Kell," he sighs softly and reaches to cup the back of the others head, keeping him close, "If there is a way...yes. If there is not...you have to let me go."

Kell lets their foreheads press together after the kiss. He wants to stay in the happy moment a while longer but the weight of what’s to come, the idea of letting Holland go feels impossible.

“There has to be a way and we will find it. I need there to be a way, Holland.”

He waited for him so long... Maybr not for this exactly but for something.

Hope was a dangerous thing to have. Something he didn't allow himself. But in this moment, a small part of him wondered if it would hurt this time as much as it had all of the others.

Hollands eyes closed and he just rested there against Kell, matching their breaths; in, out, in, out, calm...

"Delilah wouldn't approve, you realize." And Delilah was...Kell was really hers. Whatever this was...it wouldn't leave this cabin. "Even if you did save me, she would find another reason to kill me off."

“Delilah can surprise a person,” Kell says softly and he knows it’s difficult and maybe it wouldn’t matter. How is he supposed to choose between them. The thought of doing so makes him feel broken already. He doesn’t want to focus too much on that.

“I need you to live. If we can survive this I can help you survive Lila.”

Holland gave Kell a look, "I'm not so weak that I couldn't survive Delilah." He was more than capable; more powerful and he had something neither of them had as much of: experience.

But he shifted and settled down a bit better on the cot beside Kell, pulling him closer so that he could get comfortable. Pillowing his head on his arm as he carded his fingers back through Kells hair, "We can try to think about this later. For now...just...stay right here. Unless you want me to go. They will notice I'm missing eventually."

“You know what I mean, Holland,” maybe it’s more he can find a way for them to coexist in general.

“Don’t go,” Kell says leaning into the others fingers briefly as he curled into the other more. “I’m sure you can stop anyone from getting in.”

For the first time, Holland realized that their eyes were almost a mirror image. Where his black eye was on the left, Kells was his right and for some reason there was something he liked about that detail.

"Mm, I could. But we both know if I did, it would just make things worse. For all they know I could be trying to kill you," he murmured as his body moved on its own accord to gather the younger man closer against him, nosing into his red hair and breathing in the sweet scent of the Red.

"When the reality is quite the opposite at the moment," he breathed and even more tension bled out of his muscles, "I'll keep them out."

Kell closed his eyes and he feels enveloped by Holland in every way. He’s almost prepared to make his own attempt at making sure no one can get in preemptively but he feels reassured by Holland agreeing.

His hand came up, tracing scars along the other’s side. “I just want to stay here as long as we can.”

“We can,” Holland says as he tangles them up better.

This is something he could get used to if he had the opportunity. Fingers toying with beautiful red hair, sweet scents, calming breaths, strength and softness at the same time.

Closing his eyes he nestled in, foreheads touching lightly, “Be a good boy and sleep for a while.”

Kell felt complete in a way he never had as their bodies tangled , fingers on skin, in hair. He still felt like they were one like they had been when Holland was inside him.

“You can’t call me that where people can hear,” he murmurs but he is tired, sore even though he should heal fast. He tucks in just a little closer, they can’t really get more more.

But it doesn’t take much for him to fall into a light sleep then.

Holland idly watches as Kell falls into sleep. His brow is relaxed, face soft, and Holland is surprised by the urge to protect him. Only this time he wanted it not by pushing him away. He wanted to keep him close, safe.

One hand absently traced a wave of red, the shell of an ear, forward over a cupids bow...

Sometime later, Holland awoke to a knocking on the door. No one would be able to get in but it didn't mean they wouldn't find a way.

Nudging Kell, he murmured, "Wake up baby boy, the door," then slipped away to pull on his clothes--at least the pieces that made the most sense. Perhaps he had come and stayed for conversation?

Kell woke, smiling just a little when the other called him baby boy again. But the knocking had filtered into his senses never quite sleeping completely deep, though it had felt... safer than normal with Holland holding him.

“Damn,” he murmurs because it means relinquishing his touch. He reaches for his own clothes, dressing and trying to make himself and then his bed presentable as quickly as possible. He steals a kiss and then goes to the door so he could figure out who it is and why they need and he knew Holland would be leaving.

On the contrary, Holland had no plans of going anywhere. First of all, he didn't want to get fully dressed, and second of all Kell was really the only one who could handle him--therefore being here was the safest option. And Kell could easily lie and say he wanted to keep an eye on him.

Once he was dressed enough, his brain briefly stuttered at the kiss before he sat back down on the cot like he had been sitting there for hours and not laying in it...naked...wrapped around...

Kell looked annoyingly adorable post nap, and Holland actually fought the urge to smile over it.

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