Kell almost points out that all of them can be reckless but he doesn't. He focuses on the path he's taking down Holland's body. How much he wants to drown in the pleasure of it. he wants Holland so much.
"None of us are allowed to die," Kell does retort as he slid down further until he's completely off of Holland's slip, kneeling between his legs as he looks up at him, hands working on the other's pants as he kisses over his lower stomach.
"None of us are allowed to die," he repeats quietly, half out of thought, half out of trying to believe that.
Delilah would see him dead before anyone else would.
But he couldn't think too much on that right now. Not when Kell was on his knees between his legs looking at him like that, peppering his body with kisses that made him actually consider staying on this damn ship forever.
Kell is not letting either of them kill each other and he knows he can stop it even if it could be a difficult task. He pulls the other's pants back off pressing kisses over his thighs and his hand wrapped around him.
"Are they not feeding you properly back in Red London?" Holland asked, adjusting to help Kell get his pants off again. The kisses continued and he rumbled a soft, low sound of approval as his fingers sank deeper into that red tuft of curl and wave.
Shame.
Seems like Rhy is going to have to deal with a lot of sensations not his own for once.
"Question...if the connection just physical or emotional, as well?" Can Rhy feel the hunger?
Once the other's pants were down he shifted closer, kissing further up but
still ignoring the other's cock for now. Before he hadn't had time to
figure out what he was doing and he wants to figure it out even if he also
wants to have Holland inside of him again. The other's hand in his hair is
more of a turn on than he could have imagined before. There's so much he
couldn't have imagined.
Kell looks up at the question and his gaze slid away for a moment. "It's
everything," he says, maybe not the details but the feelings, the pleasure,
the pain, everything was shared one way or another.
Holland tips his head and gently tugs Kells attention back to him, “So you’ll have some explaining to do when you go home, I see,” he murmured quietly and shifted on the cot to give Kell better access to him.
His legs shifted further apart, “Focus on me for now.”
Kell's eyes meet Holland's again. "Maybe he won't ask," Kell says and he could hope for that because how does he explain all of this to Rhy? He's going to have to figure out how to explain it in general eventually, though.
A slight smile tugs at the corner of Kell's mouth, his fingers brushing over the other's cock without taking him in hand.
"I can hardly believe I'm doing this," he says quietly, leaning in so his lips ghost against the tip of his length as he does finally wrap his fingers, stroking him slowly.
"IF Rhy doesn't ask, then clearly you weren't enjoying yourself." Holland counters idly and just watches Kell. Every movement was lazy, and despite this really being the first (and probably only) time together, it felt...like they'd been doing this forever. Maybe not the acts themselves but the dance around them.
The teasing ghost of lips, fingertips, and those damned eyes; so like his own, so different-- "You haven't done anything yet but tease me to almost death."
“Sounds like you want him to know, almost... and maybe I like making you
wait,” Kell replies, his mouth still there teasing as his hand strokes. And
maybe he’s nervous now that he’s there.
But he licks a line along the underside then as he strokes downward holding
him at the base then. He’ll stop teasing.
"Perhaps," Holland agrees. Maybe a part of him did want Rhy to know. Maybe he wanted the Prince to understand how Kell felt every time he went off galavanting with someone.
But his mind shifted from that train of thought and landed on Kells nerves. He was pretty good at pretending he had this mostly under control but not good enough. Holland suddenly wished they did have more time. More space. Less ears listening in. (Rhy would have always been there but the others? Not so much.)
"...we will have time for teasing," he finally admits--caving to the idea that maybe they would in fact have more time together.
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The hour didn't matter, Holland had the opportunity to come and so he had.
It was easier to have a pathway directly to Kells quarters, and when he arrived, he moved over to the younger mans bed and perched on the side of it, watching him for a moment or two before he reached out and brushed his hair back away from his eyes.
Kell arrives not much later and through the main doors to his quarters. It
had been long day already with Rhy. He notices Holland right away as the
doors close behind him, shedding his coat and tossing it off to the side as
he looked at him.
“Holland,” Kell isn’t even surprised by how happy he is to see him, going
to him immediately.
This kind of pleasure was something he was still getting used to. Stolen moments between the two of them.
When Kell wandered in and towards him, it felt like some sort of weight had fallen from his shoulders. One hand is outstretched, reaching for him even before he makes it to him.
“No, it’s a perfect time,” Kell said and wraps his arms around Holland’s
shoulder, leaning to press their foreheads together. “I had no idea how
much I needed to see you until I saw you...”
Hollands eyes close at the touch and he leans a little more forward into the younger man before opening them again to look over his face.
"Likewise," he breathed, both hands curling against the others hips; just keeping him where he was so he could be close and stay that way for a while, "You were with Rhy? Or did you have business?"
“Rhy,” Kell answers, and steps in closer to him still. He certainly didn’t
want to put any distance between them. His fingers slid into the others
hair, curling against the back of his head.
The pleasure that comes just from that hand in his hair is enough to drive him closer; chin tipping to catch the others mouth in a kiss and hands smoothing more fully around his backside.
No wonder he looked tired. Rhy was a character, that was certain, but the amount of chasing he required would be enough for Holland to just spell him into a cage for an hour or two if he had the opportunity.
But Kell tasted nice; sweet, like a dessert after a long trip. Lips part and the kiss deepens slowly. It isn't a hungry affair--not yet, more of a reacquantance. An I missed you.
Kell felt so much of the tension slipping away as their lips met. It felt
like it had been far too long since the last time. It’s easy to forget Rhy
for a moment or at least to push him to the back of his mind along with
everything else that isn’t Holland.
His fingertips drag down the back of the others neck, as their kiss deepens
and Kell lets himself relish it, every moment of it he could.
The edge of the bed isn’t the most conducive place to crawl into Holland’s
lap so He settles for being as close as possible. To soak in Holland’s
affection.
Humming lowly, he lets go of Kell in favor of undoing his cloak and shirt. It was such a strange feeling, needing skin to skin contact so badly between the two of them. But it was something Holland needed now that he was able to have it.
It was like their bodies had been missing the attention and their magic was greedy to mingle with its own.
Kell glances toward the door and then he reluctantly pulls away so that he
can. Usually there is no point but now the guards aren’t usually as apt to
potentially break down his door. He locks it and still it wouldn’t stop
anyone if they really wanted in but he starts to pull off his shirt and
toss it to the side as he comes back towards his bed.
The bed that most of time had remained empty while Rhys was always full.
Before Kell could get too far back into the room, Holland (shirts removed) had already moved forward and caught both of Kells hands, using them to pin him back against the now locked doors:
All it took were a few short moments without Kell to fuel the hungry parts. He caught his mouth in another kiss; one made of hungry lips, a parched tongue and feral teeth.
Kell hadn't expected it and he didn't have time to react. Holland is still stronger than him, faster in his way. He feels a thrill go through him when he's pinned against the door. How had he never known he liked this? Or did he just like it because it's Holland. All the same, heat coiled through him, hungry suppressed bubbling to the surface as he arches off the door as kisses back.
It's no longer the simple intimate kiss of reuniting but the burning one of everything else. His hands curled and uncurled with the ache to touch Holland, trace his scars with his fingertips. Somehow that ache only further twists the heat.
Holland's scent is changing as White London changes but there's still something distinct and familiar. He doesn't think the old scent will ever completely be gone from the Antari.
“I always want to touch you,” Kell says quietly. Are his rooms sound
proofed enough for guards to not hear them? He hesitated as the others
hands moved, giving him some freedom even if still pinned against the door
by Holland.
He reached for the closest skin, pressing his head forward to try and seek
out another hungry kiss. After even a short time apart he felt so hungry
for Holland.
He knew Rhy could feel it. The heat, the way their teeth had clashed
leaving some sharp moments of pain.
Who cared if the guards heard? It took a few mumbled commands and one hand pressed to the lock to seal the door shut as an extra precaution before he pulled Kell up against him and back into the room.
"You're the only one I let touch me," he admits and pushed the younger antari onto the bed so he can get his own pants undone and kicked off with a strangely practiced calm, "Keep doing it." he adds and crawls onto the bed over him and into another biting kiss.
Kell’s hands went to Holland’s waist as they move through the room. There’s
still a faint worry a spit guards hearing but he doesn’t know why. He’s not
ashamed of this, maybe it’s that he’s still getting used to the idea there
is something for people to overhear.
The younger antari landed on the bed and scooted back, his hands going to
his own pants as Holland’s removing his. Something about the way he did it
was so alluring.
Kell has only opened his pants by the time the other crawled over him. His
hands immediately went to his chest, pressing flat palms over it and
caressing up over his shoulders and then down all while surrendering to the
kiss.
Holland’s kisses were truly unique and they always made Kell feel like he’d
been starving before hand. His hands slid around to his back as teeth
pressed into the others bottom lips.
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"None of us are allowed to die," Kell does retort as he slid down further until he's completely off of Holland's slip, kneeling between his legs as he looks up at him, hands working on the other's pants as he kisses over his lower stomach.
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Delilah would see him dead before anyone else would.
But he couldn't think too much on that right now. Not when Kell was on his knees between his legs looking at him like that, peppering his body with kisses that made him actually consider staying on this damn ship forever.
"...someone has an appetite."
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"I've been starving."
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Shame.
Seems like Rhy is going to have to deal with a lot of sensations not his own for once.
"Question...if the connection just physical or emotional, as well?" Can Rhy feel the hunger?
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Once the other's pants were down he shifted closer, kissing further up but still ignoring the other's cock for now. Before he hadn't had time to figure out what he was doing and he wants to figure it out even if he also wants to have Holland inside of him again. The other's hand in his hair is more of a turn on than he could have imagined before. There's so much he couldn't have imagined.
Kell looks up at the question and his gaze slid away for a moment. "It's everything," he says, maybe not the details but the feelings, the pleasure, the pain, everything was shared one way or another.
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His legs shifted further apart, “Focus on me for now.”
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A slight smile tugs at the corner of Kell's mouth, his fingers brushing over the other's cock without taking him in hand.
"I can hardly believe I'm doing this," he says quietly, leaning in so his lips ghost against the tip of his length as he does finally wrap his fingers, stroking him slowly.
How long could they steal time here?
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The teasing ghost of lips, fingertips, and those damned eyes; so like his own, so different-- "You haven't done anything yet but tease me to almost death."
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“Sounds like you want him to know, almost... and maybe I like making you wait,” Kell replies, his mouth still there teasing as his hand strokes. And maybe he’s nervous now that he’s there.
But he licks a line along the underside then as he strokes downward holding him at the base then. He’ll stop teasing.
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But his mind shifted from that train of thought and landed on Kells nerves. He was pretty good at pretending he had this mostly under control but not good enough. Holland suddenly wished they did have more time. More space. Less ears listening in. (Rhy would have always been there but the others? Not so much.)
"...we will have time for teasing," he finally admits--caving to the idea that maybe they would in fact have more time together.
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The hour didn't matter, Holland had the opportunity to come and so he had.
It was easier to have a pathway directly to Kells quarters, and when he arrived, he moved over to the younger mans bed and perched on the side of it, watching him for a moment or two before he reached out and brushed his hair back away from his eyes.
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Kell arrives not much later and through the main doors to his quarters. It had been long day already with Rhy. He notices Holland right away as the doors close behind him, shedding his coat and tossing it off to the side as he looked at him.
“Holland,” Kell isn’t even surprised by how happy he is to see him, going to him immediately.
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When Kell wandered in and towards him, it felt like some sort of weight had fallen from his shoulders. One hand is outstretched, reaching for him even before he makes it to him.
"Is it a bad time?"
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“No, it’s a perfect time,” Kell said and wraps his arms around Holland’s shoulder, leaning to press their foreheads together. “I had no idea how much I needed to see you until I saw you...”
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"Likewise," he breathed, both hands curling against the others hips; just keeping him where he was so he could be close and stay that way for a while, "You were with Rhy? Or did you have business?"
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“Rhy,” Kell answers, and steps in closer to him still. He certainly didn’t want to put any distance between them. His fingers slid into the others hair, curling against the back of his head.
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No wonder he looked tired. Rhy was a character, that was certain, but the amount of chasing he required would be enough for Holland to just spell him into a cage for an hour or two if he had the opportunity.
But Kell tasted nice; sweet, like a dessert after a long trip. Lips part and the kiss deepens slowly. It isn't a hungry affair--not yet, more of a reacquantance. An I missed you.
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Kell felt so much of the tension slipping away as their lips met. It felt like it had been far too long since the last time. It’s easy to forget Rhy for a moment or at least to push him to the back of his mind along with everything else that isn’t Holland.
His fingertips drag down the back of the others neck, as their kiss deepens and Kell lets himself relish it, every moment of it he could.
The edge of the bed isn’t the most conducive place to crawl into Holland’s lap so He settles for being as close as possible. To soak in Holland’s affection.
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It was like their bodies had been missing the attention and their magic was greedy to mingle with its own.
"Did you lock your door?"
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Kell glances toward the door and then he reluctantly pulls away so that he can. Usually there is no point but now the guards aren’t usually as apt to potentially break down his door. He locks it and still it wouldn’t stop anyone if they really wanted in but he starts to pull off his shirt and toss it to the side as he comes back towards his bed.
The bed that most of time had remained empty while Rhys was always full.
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All it took were a few short moments without Kell to fuel the hungry parts. He caught his mouth in another kiss; one made of hungry lips, a parched tongue and feral teeth.
I didn’t want to need you.
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It's no longer the simple intimate kiss of reuniting but the burning one of everything else. His hands curled and uncurled with the ache to touch Holland, trace his scars with his fingertips. Somehow that ache only further twists the heat.
Holland's scent is changing as White London changes but there's still something distinct and familiar. He doesn't think the old scent will ever completely be gone from the Antari.
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Slowly he draws his hands down the others arms, releasing him gradually without really letting him go.
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“I always want to touch you,” Kell says quietly. Are his rooms sound proofed enough for guards to not hear them? He hesitated as the others hands moved, giving him some freedom even if still pinned against the door by Holland.
He reached for the closest skin, pressing his head forward to try and seek out another hungry kiss. After even a short time apart he felt so hungry for Holland.
He knew Rhy could feel it. The heat, the way their teeth had clashed leaving some sharp moments of pain.
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"You're the only one I let touch me," he admits and pushed the younger antari onto the bed so he can get his own pants undone and kicked off with a strangely practiced calm, "Keep doing it." he adds and crawls onto the bed over him and into another biting kiss.
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Kell’s hands went to Holland’s waist as they move through the room. There’s still a faint worry a spit guards hearing but he doesn’t know why. He’s not ashamed of this, maybe it’s that he’s still getting used to the idea there is something for people to overhear.
The younger antari landed on the bed and scooted back, his hands going to his own pants as Holland’s removing his. Something about the way he did it was so alluring.
Kell has only opened his pants by the time the other crawled over him. His hands immediately went to his chest, pressing flat palms over it and caressing up over his shoulders and then down all while surrendering to the kiss.
Holland’s kisses were truly unique and they always made Kell feel like he’d been starving before hand. His hands slid around to his back as teeth pressed into the others bottom lips.
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