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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."

Kell had managed not to keep squirming but his body is still overwhelmed by the new sensations. By the way Holland stretches and worked him until his body is greedily wanting more, more, more.

His breathing is heavy as his body rocks into his fingers again and he feels almost shy looking right at Holland to say it. However the phrase changes just slightly. His voice is low.

“Please, Daddy.”

Reading Kell is so much easier now than it had been before. The way his body moves on its own, shifting against him for more and the way his breathing changes as his hips move---

---Mm, and the tone...

Holland doesn't react much more than the shift of heavy lashes, a pure sign of pleasure at the sound of that plea, but it should say enough.

He likes that almost, if not as much as Kell likes being called, "Good boy."

Stealing another kiss, he lingers, deepens it hungrily and shifts his body closer, fitting himself between the others legs for as much contact as he can get while he continued to make sure he's taken care of, "I didn't say stop, you know."

Kell's mind started to catch up more and he remembers what he's supposed to be doing but he has to throw in a "I'm sorry, Daddy," mostly because he saw what it did to Holland, knew it was so similar to what it did to him when Holland called him a good boy.

He returns to stroking himself, though their closer now, it's not as clearly a show for Holland to watch. And he's so aroused he's already leaking pre-cum as his thumb brushes over the tip before sliding back down to the root in a smooth motion. It's different, Holland being able to stretch him properly, to have the things that were necessary. Kell might almost miss how much it had stung as his body first gave way to Holland's length.

And Holland did want to watch.

That was the only reason he pulled back when he did, sitting back on his ankles to watch the beautiful sight before him. Kells long fingers wrapped around his own length, stroking, pulling, smearing his arousal over himself until even he was glistening.

Hollands fingers stilled and slowly pulled free, giving that outer ring a tug in the process.

"Have you thought of me since we parted last?" How many times did Rhy get impressions of things done on ships, done privately, but more importantly, how many times has Kell thought about this.

A gasp leaves Kell's mouth as the other tugs at his entrance, his hand tightening on his cock as he continues to touch himself, now under Holland's weighty gaze. He tilts his head back, eyes closed for a moment and he already misses the other's fingers inside of him.

"I've thought about it every day, sometimes more..." it had actually been a terribly difficult thing to get out of his head, honestly.

"Sometimes it feels like it's all I can think about it."

And he's never had that particular problem before.

Semi-amused, Holland take a few seconds to appreciate the others face when his eyes close. But then he curls over and swipes his tongue through the sticky mess at the tip of Kells cock. It's unsteady because of the stroking but it doesn't have to be neat. He just wants a taste, and maybe to shock the younger Antari just a bit.

The sound he makes at the taste of him, however, if unexpected; surprisingly pleasant. Pleasant enough that he catches Kells wrist to stop him from stroking but to keep him holding himself enough for Holland to better wrap his lips around the crown. He sucks softly, tongue rolling around in circles to clean him up a little.

Everything about Kell, in this way, was more appealing to him than anyone else ever had been.

Tell me about it," he murmured lowly and went back to work, taking his time to pull more of him into his mouth; not because he couldn't, but he liked to savor these moments.

Kell should have been able to sense it, but there is enough holding his attention that he doesn't. His hips jerk slightly as his eyes fly open to the sight of Holland lowered down to his cock, holding his wrist in place and he bites his lip at the combination of how hot it is to watch Holland do that and how good it felt. There's a moan that could be described as the word daddy but it's not completely clear as he feels the warm and wet warmth of the other's mouth.

Holland is trying to drive him mad, only confirmed further when the other asks him to go into detail when he already has Kell in a state.

"About the ways I thought of you touching me? How some days, I wish I'd leave Rhy and you'd have found me in a hall way and just pushed me to a wall and took me..." it's embarrassing to say anything like this aloud. "Or... at night when all I could think about was being a good boy for you and to learn all the things you can show me.."

With sex, with magic, everything.

Holland hadn't actually expected Kell to respond with so much detail. It was enough that he slowly released the youngers cock in favor of swatting his hand away and moving so he could roll him over onto his stomach. He took a pillow and reached to lift Kells hips enough off of the bed to slide it beneath him, propping his ass up enough to enjoy the view.

He thought about those things, could visualize them enough that they made his own cock ache.

"Yes, all of that," he murmured and dropped a few biting kisses to the small of Kells back and the upper curve of his ass. More lube was calmly smeared along his own length and just that touch alone made him groan in anticipation.

Shifting forward, he lined their hips up, spread the others legs a touch more for comfort sake and kissed a path up his spine to nuzzle behind his ear as his length grazed between the others cheeks, probing playfully against his entrance, "What do you want me to show you, baby boy?"

Kell has certainly liked the overt intimacy of when they had been face to face on the ship but on his stomach, hips raised and his body displayed for Holland was a completely different experience. It made his cock ache more, and he could still remember how good Holland’s mouth are felt before he pulled away.

His body was alive with the bites and kisses his hands curled into his blanket again and anticipating the other pushing inside of him. He was so close... but Holland teased him, rubbing prodding and his body grasped greedily for his cock.

“Everything... everything you wanted to do but thought there wasn’t time.”

“We certainly have the time, now,” he tumbled lowly, still quiet, against the back of the others neck.

His hands felt greedy, roaming over the others skin; pulling and guiding his body into position before he finally did shift his hips forward and presses inside of him. This time, he was quicker about it. Less careful thanks to the slick and the proper prep. But even without it he doubted Kell would complain.

His breath stopped and he just pressed his forehead against him, “Kell...”

Kell would have taken him no matter what prep had been offered. If it had hurt he would have welcomed the pain because it's pain that Holland gave and he knew that it would turn into something else. His hands twisted as the other sank into him and it's far easier this time. There's still a brief moment of burning, stretching but it doesn't linger as long as it had on the ship when they had made do with saliva.

One of his hands loosened and he reached back to touch Holland wherever his fingers reached, grasping at his side. His breathing uneven.

For a moment, Kell almost says his name but the urge to go with the newfound nickname of sorts wins out. He lets out a breath as he focuses on keeping his muscles relaxed, the sensation of being filled is still a new one for him, for his body.

"Daddy, don't stop it feels good," he pants, then ducks his head, pressing his face into the mattress because as much as he turns it on he knows outside these walls how embarrassing such a thing would be.

Holland actually smiles faintly at that. Not so much the name, but the way Kell immediately hides his face because of it.

One hand reaches up, cards through the back of the others hair and grips it just hard enough to pull his head back, and his face out of the sheets. The first few thrusts are slow, grinding things to get acquainted with his body again; a thing he found he missed more than he would like to admit outloud.

"Ah-ah...no hiding. No muffling. I want to hear you." It's almost a coo, but it's low and he follows it with a sharper nip to the shell of Kells ear, "Be a good boy and be louder for me."

Kell bites his lip as his head is pulled up. The movement of the other inside of him is already amazing. He knows that he really didn’t and doesn’t have to tell Holland, that he can see, feel how much Kell enjoys it. The fact that his cock is hard, leaking still and currently unattended is enough proof.

A whimper escapes Kell, and he wishes that sound hadn’t as the other nips at his ear, head still pulled back. His cock throbs and he tightens around Holland in a quick shudder.

He wants to protest about being loud, about the possibility of getting caught but it’s lost. Still, without arguing he doesn’t let go, doesn’t get loud right away, instead a low moan. “Harder,” he exhales, rocking back as much as he good to urge him. He wants to be a good boy but it’s so hard to let go, to be loud. “Please daddy, fuck me harder.” Not too loud but not as quiet either

Ultimately Holland knows he should be the one handing out orders but when one comes so sweetly as that one, who is he to deny Kell that?

The grip in the others hair shifts from soft to tight and his thrusts turn harder, faster, jostling Kell against the sheets and knocking the bed faintly against the wall.

He releases the others hair and reaches down to yank the pillow free; trusting that Kell will keep his hips raised where they were despite being pushed into. His own cock throbbed, pulsing against the others walls and he groans before moving his hand below to stroke the others cock in tandem.

“You can do better than that, baby boy,” he hums and bites teasingly around his shoulder, “Give me what I want or I’ll stop.”

Is it so much an order as Kell begging already? Either way he got what he wants, the other’s hips fucking into him harder. He pushed back, keeping his ass raised for Holland as the others hand kept him from lowering his head. He couldn’t hide from anything, though there is nothing to hide from except maybe a part of himself. Maybe the part of him that’s still worried or embarrassed that Rhy feels what Holland is doing, he can feel how much Kell aches for it, aches for more.

The threat is enough to motivate Kell, the last thing he wants is Holland to stop. He can’t stop when they both need this. They both do right? He wonders briefly if Holland would actually stop... maybe it’s something he can test later...but for now the hand, the others cock and his need for both are too great to take a risk.

So louder, he moans as he pushes back into the others thrusts. “Fuck, Daddy.”

He shouldn’t be arguing but he needs to be a good boy. “Please, I want to be a good boy, Daddy,” he’s dripping more onto the bed but it’s too soon to think about release, Holland had just pressed inside.

Holland would stop. But it wouldn’t last. Just long enough to make a point before he took what he wanted now he wanted it and didn’t give Kell a day in it. (Within reason.)

The way Kell rocks back against him is encouragement enough and Holland pulls back and situates himself a bit better behind the other; both hands smoothing down his back and grabbing his hips to help pull him harder onto him with each thrust.

From there the view was...better than he’d ever expected it to be. Kell was eager, still a little shy but also shameless. His body moved in a way that didn’t seem shy at all. Holland slid his hands back further and spread the others cheeks, pulling his entrance taut in the process and holy hell...

“Fuck you’re hot, baby...”

Honestly, that would be kind of hot and Kell would probably find himself being more turned on than he should be. But for now there’s no need.

There were times where it just seems like his body knows what to do, knows what it needs and what he wants and moved to get it. When he doesn’t have to think it’s easy to do that, to let himself rock back on the others cock. The thrusts were hard enough that each one seemed to draw a low sound from Kell.

Kell’s body tightened around Holland’s cock as he felt his cheeks spread, the ring of muscle pulling and being exposed like that. His head drops slightly but not all the way to the bed.

“Fuck,”he curses. It’s different being fucked like this where he can’t hold onto Holland, can’t easily kiss him and so all the focus goes on the way other thrusts into him, fills his up, the sensation of being pulled taunt and Holland’s eyes taking him in and it’s almost like he can feel that gaze.

Kell can definitely feel the way Hollands eyes are burning into the sight of him like this. All base instinct.

Mine, mine, mine.

Even if it was only half true. It was the way his muscles coiled and snapped, claiming the others body without much thought beyond that: mine.

This wouldn't last, though. The position. It felt amazing, but Holland found he liked the look that crossed the others face when he came, more than this. Pure abandonment would be worth the inevitable flip.

He waited until the moment he knew they were both close and slowed down to an almost hault, and then pulled away to resituate them; tugging Kell into his lap, facing him, because he wanted to see him do the work while he was needy enough to not be shy about it.

"Move."

Kell didn't anticipate the flip until it's in motion, his arms slipping free of the sheets and going to the other's shoulders and curling into them as he took a moment to get settled in that new position on the other's lap, the way the other's cock pressed deeper into him when he settled onto him. His eyes meet Holland's for a moment and his breath catches a moment before he steadies it as best he can.

He curls his fingers a bit harder into the other's shoulders before lifting himself up and then lowering back down, a groan slipping from him as he did.

"So good, Daddy," he whimpers a little and then presses his face into the curve of the other's neck.

Another one of those phantom smiles starts to tick the corners of his mouth up, and while one hand stays near Kells hip; smoothing over, gripping, touching. The other slips up into the back of the others hair, keeping him close. Holland noses along the opposite curve of Kells neck and presses a kiss to the base of his jaw.

"Yes, you are," he hums, dropping one hand for leverage so he can roll his hips in time with Kells movements, meeting him half-way, "You're very good."

Kell would touch more but his focus is on moving, on the muscles that have to work harder in this position and the sound as their hips meet. He bites into the other's skin like he had before. It's not to stay quiet this time but more because he had liked biting him, knew Holland had liked it too.

Each thrust brings him closer to the edge and he tightens when the other tells him he's good. One hand starts to brush down Holland's chest, tracing a scar here or there as his hand moves between their bodies. Once it's low enough he wraps his fingers around his cock to stroke. The movements as he rode Holland's cock weren't all that fluid but there's a need and a want to it.

"Please," he pants against the other's neck though he's not sure for what as he bites another spot, the temptation to bite just enough for a little blood is there.

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