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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.

"Did you lock your door?"

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.

I didn’t want to need you.

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.

Holland could feel Kells fingers flexing and he smiles faintly as he noses his cheek, “You want to touch me?”

Slowly he draws his hands down the others arms, releasing him gradually without really letting him go.

“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.

Holland relaxes the kiss when he feels Kells teeth, giving him almost a silent permission to really bite him if he wanted to. He actually quite liked when Kell bit him, scratched him, if it involved a touch of pain he enjoyed it. Perhaps it was true--once you've lived with pain for so long, you start to miss it once it's gone. He would never miss the things that had been done to him, or that level of pain but some level was...nice.

And Kell wouldn't try to kill him.

Arching into the others hands for a moment, he just enjoyed to feeling of being held onto like he was...important. It still made his heart ache, and in the moments when they were just silently existing with one another he was still terrified that it would be ripped away from him like everything else always had been.

Fear was probably the thing that allowed him to actually show Kell the parts that he hid every other moment of everyday.

Holland pulled back and hooked his fingers in Kells pants, tugging them and anything else out of the way. They landed in a heap on the floor and he took a moment to just...fully drink in the others form. They were the same height, but Kell was leaner, long limbs and lithe.

"Do you have any notion of how sexy you are?" he asks without really even thinking about it first.

Kell’s teeth did dig in, biting hard because he knew Holland liked it as much as he did. His hands still explored skin, resting in his lower back when The other starts to tug his pants until they could be tossed aside, leaving him naked and half hard on the bed beneath Holland. Holland himself is a sight to behold.

“No, but I think you mean to show me,” Kell replies, and he could really say the same thing about Holland. He is so incredibly sexy and Kell needs him.

He’s sure Rhy can feel it, the desire, the need, the tangled up emotions.

Holland secretly wondered how long it would take for Rhy to get curious. To seek Kell out and see if what he thought was going on, really was going on.

His thoughts stray back to the pale form on the bed before him again, though, and he absently runs his hands along the others legs; up and then down again, gripping his ankles he pulls him closer again and slowly leans back over him. Caging him against the bed, and cloaking him in the magic that burned just a little brighter when they were together.

He doesn't say it, because speaking such things still feels...wrong, but his eyes clearly show how much he missed the other antari. How night's were strange without him ever since they started this, ever since he went home.

"How much time do you have before they'll need you?" It was always too short. Or it felt like that.

Rhy is already curious but so far he hadn’t pressured. He hadn’t asked questions that Kell is sure he doesn’t want the answers to.

Kell’s hands fall idly to the bed for a moment, focusing on Holland’s touch, the way his fingers moved over him in a way that made Kell’s nerves ignite. He makes a low sound as their bodies are pulled closer. It’s all he had wanted.

His hands came back up to Holland’s sides once he was over him, their bodies close and the fact that he had missed Holland is just as much written over his face. So much he felt still felt like too much to actually say.

“A few hours at least, maybe longer.”

"Then you're mine for a few hours," Holland murmurs and catches Kells mouth in a warmer kiss than before. That had been teeth and desperation. This was an entirely different breed of hunger. It was the warmth that he wanted to wrap around him. Things that said he wanted to sleep beside him for a time and not worry about their Londons. Didn't want to worry about anyone else.

He reached down beside his hip on the bed where he had deposited a bottle of lube before he had gotten rid of his own pants. He nosed along the others jaw, nibbled along his neck and rose up again for another kiss while he busied his fingers with opening the bottle, spreading some of it onto his fingers and reaching down between them to brush his fingers fully against the younger mans entrance; light strokes to coat him but not enough pressure to penetrate.

Kell hums in agreement as they sink into the warm kiss together. It’s easy, to shift crime one thing to another with Holland as if they can sense it like a dance partner senses a step. The warmth, the sense of longing helped to table the part of his mind still on rhy, on his duties, on the secrets still kept and instead he made himself present for Holland completely. He was all that mattered.

Holland has him weak and wanting it feels like as his head tilted to the kisses, the slightly wet trail left as he sensed what he was doing, heard the tube opening and excitement thrummed through him. Time. They had time.

A quiet gasp breaks into their kiss when the others fingers tease at the muscle. Kell figuring out it is a lot more sensitive just there than he had realized. His finger tips dragged up Holland’s back slowly where he had wrapped his arms around him, one knee bending and legs instinctively opening up more.

There was a secret sort of pleasure Holland got whenever he was with Kell. People were either fascinated by him or terrified, but there was no denying that a good portion of all of them would sleep with him if given the chance. But it was Holland that got to see him like this. Sprawled, hungry, wanton, his limbs moving to accommodate and beg silently for more attention.

His middle finger traced the outer ring, teasing and then gently probing with an icy finger, just to see what reaction he could get from that.

He did say magic would be involved in their sex life if he made it back, after all.

It took a lot of effort for Kell not to squirm as the teasing at his entrance continued a while longer. His body greedy for more than that.

But when the teasing was over what came next is a surprise. Kell is surprised, a tending and then a shiver before he relaxes, his body not quite knowing what to do with the sensation of something so cold meeting such heat and warmth. His fingers dig a little more into the others back.

“Holland,” he exhales.

“Relax, baby boy,” the tip of that chilled digit bent and traced a slow circle inside of him before slowly slipping inside one knuckle at a time; each one rocking forward and then tugging almost completely out before slipping deeper again.

Holland rumbled a low sound and slid his gaze from Kells face, following the lean stretch of him, settling where his hand rocked teasingly between them.

“Touch yourself,” he adds after a moment and looks back up over the others face, “I want to watch you.”

Kell finds it hard to stay quiet or still for that matter as the icy digit moves inside of him somehow intensifying the pleasure, the arousal. “Keep calling me that,” Kell whispers and fuck if he knew why it turned him on so much, why it made him want Holland even more, want to be good for him even more.

No one’s ever looked at him the way Holland does and it is a bit intoxicating even if he’d touched himself before when Holland fucked him it was different than Holland with a finger inside and watching him. It was somehow thrilling and a bit intimidating at the same time.

Kell’s eyes lowered a bit, to himself, then back to Holland as he moved one hand down his own stomach, the other now curled tightly in his blanket, grounding himself as he wraps his fingers around his cock, hard for Holland already now and strokes.

Holland’s eyes studied Kells face, watching the way he looked between them and then finally reached down and took hold of his own cock.

It was kind of adorable that Kell still, somehow, felt nervous with him. Like he was uncertain and scared he would embarrass himself somehow.

His gaze flicked down to the hold briefly and something warm pooled inside of him again. The same thing that kept making him want to call Kell those names. The same thing that made him want to take care of him now. To protect him. To guide him and teach him things that he didn’t even know existed yet.

It was that thing that made him curl over again and whisper against his ear, “Then I want you to call me Daddy,” at the same moment he decided it was time to add a second finger. A slow, smooth but solid addition. “Can you do that?”

Kell was scared of embarrassing himself or worse, disappointing Holland some how. The possibility bothered him even if he could see that it is ridiculous in so many ways. He bit his lip as Holland leaned down, his words washing over him and heat unfurled inside of him.

He didn’t quite get an answer out right away. He tries to bite back a moan as his hips arch as the second finger slid inside. His hand had stuttered to a halt. His muscles were gripping and loosening as excitement he couldn’t explain still ripples through him, around the two fingers who’s temperature alone left him squirming.

“Yes, daddy,” he says quietly and there’s a flush because he couldn’t help think of what people would think if they ever heard them.

Technically, Holland was of the age that he could be Kells dad (even if he didn't look it). The suggestion had little to do with actual fatherhood, at least. It held a different tone and when Kell almost whispered the word, like he was trying it out, uncertain but willing, that warmth hit in Hollands gut again.

Both of the fingers that were inside of the younger mans warm sheath rocked, stretched, probed and curled; coaxing his muscles with both heat and chill to relax and light up all at the same time.

He leaned back again, just enough to be able to look down into those mismatched eyes, "Say it again."

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