Holland just lays back when Kell kisses him. Both hands move up to cradle and hold his face so he won't pull away, and he just catches his breath in between kisses.
It take a few moments, but when no one comes banging on the door, he relaxes completely and adjusts to smooth his hands up and down the others back, nosing up against him.
"...at least it wasn't Daddy you yelled." The corner of his mouth ticked up.
Kell closes his eyes and settles down when Holland lays back, laying over him. He can taste the hint of blood still and he enjoys it, maybe too much. It'd never had that effect on him before. Holland had changed so many things. He relaxes at the other's hands caressing over him, exhaling.
"Shut up," Kell mutters, flushing and nuzzling his face in, mostly to hide it.
Holland didn't move for a while but he did eventually have to shift enough to slip out of the others body or else face some serious discomfort. Even if he hated doing it.
His hands moved up and down his back, sometimes light, sometimes scratching, sometimes in a half massage, but in the end he stretched and pushed his own hair back and just lounged like some lazy cat that was unbothered by the weight still on top of him.
But he had shut up, at least.
Until he shifted again and looked over at the other antari's face, "You should shower."
Kell makes a small sound as Holland pulls out, nuzzling the other slightly and already missing being full of the other. He relaxes more as he just focuses on the tags. It's quiet and relaxing there in the moment just taking in the other's body heat and the pleasant sated feeling.
"I don't want to move," Kell says, glancing at the other.
Holland considers their options but then carefully shifts so that he can sit up, with Kell still in his lap and climbs off of the bed so he can just carry the younger man into the bathroom.
"Too bad," he murmurs, "You must. Or else you'll feel all kinds of unpleasant."
Itchy and sticky, mostly.
Setting Kell on the counter, he slips away to draw a bath.
Kell would have been perfectly capable of getting down and moving himself but he just wraps his arms around Holland and lets him carry him to the bathroom and the counter. He leans back some as he watches Holland, his head pressing to the cool wall briefly.
"You like it that Kell can feel some of the things you do to me, don't you?"
He doesn’t look up from the water, testing temperature and adding some things to it but, he nods faintly.
“I enjoy that for once he’s not the only one who gets to enjoy himself while you have to sit through it,” he agrees and finally looks over, flicking a finger to beckon him closer to the tub.
“A part of you minded,” Holland corrected because there was no way it couldn’t have.
He stayed where he was, knelt beside the tub when Kell stepped in and sank down to sit in the water. His eyes roamed slowly over the others face and then slowly stood to retrieve a wash cloth.
Kell glances at Holland briefly at that and then looks away staying quietly. He can't really lie to Holland. He'd never been able to really. He hadn't tried all that often either but he doesn't even want to now.
He focused a moment on the water while the other moved away and exhales.
“That will be the pot calling the kettle, then considering he still rendezvous with someone you can’t stand either,” Holland shrugged lightly and calmly climbed into the back of the tub, making himself comfortable and wetting down the cloth.
He paused, though and shook his head, “I have neither good nor ill will against your brother. But I will call a hypocrite out if I must.”
Kell could be angry if he wanted to. Holland would get over it.
"I don't mind him as much anymore," Kell mutters, reluctantly but it's true since he'd found out what really happens. His eyes move to Holland again. "And you know it's different."
Rhy still blamed Holland for a lot of things despite that he had been there to save the Kingdom. He didn't bring it up though and glanced over at the other at the comment, raising a brow.
Holland just went silent. Some matters were best kept quiet about. Rhy and Kells connection was one of those matters.
He went back to the cloth, wetting it again, soaping it up, fluffing it, and then just as silently reaching to help wash the younger man from shoulder to back, over his arms and back up to focus on the bite mark he had left.
Kell is quiet as he watches the other's movements, and he stayed still as he let the other wash him. He smiles to himself as he did.
"You like to take care of me, too..."
It's a strange thing, to be taken care of. The attention to the bite mark he inhales sharply as the other focuses over it. The area tender but just like when the other had made the mark he enjoys the pain.
“Would you like to keep it or shall I heal it for me you?” Holland asked, the cloth hovering over the wound.
In regards to care—he did like to care for Kell. It was a new thing for him but after the visits to his cell. After the ship. After being shone a semblance of trust from the younger man, he wanted to care for him.
"I want to keep it," Kell says without a thought. He reaches up, fingers brushing over the bite mark and he looks up at Holland. "I want to keep anything you do to my body."
The question it out before he can even think to keep it to himself. The admission carries a weight that Holland still isn’t used to. An importance that makes his heart beat to life in ways he had forgotten it could.
But then he thought of the mark on his own shoulder; still blood stained. Still achy.
It’s brief but the look that crosses his face is a mixture of disbelief, amusement and maybe even a little shyness.
But he just gives a low sound of agreement and resumes cleaning because infection would be a pain.
The rest of the bath is done in almost complete silence until he clears his throat and says, “You still need to clean yourself,” he pauses, “out, I mean.”
"Do I?" Kell asks, looking up at Holland and he's thoroughly relaxed by this point, letting Holland wash him had been intimate and calming and he found he actually really liked it.
His hand traced the edge the bath with his fingertips.
Relaxing backwards against the rear end of the tub, Holland eventually offers a half shrug and closes his eyes to enjoy the water a little while longer.
“I suppose you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmurs.
Kell smiles at the answer and he moves closer still.
"Of course," he answers, leaning in to kiss him and then shifting back. When he leans against the wall of the tub one of his hands disappears underneath the water, between his legs. Fingers tease at the tender entrance as he meets Holland's eyes. His breath catching as he does it.
Holland watches him lazily but intently at the same time. He can tell by the flutter of lashes what Kell is doing and just that knowing is enough to make him sink deeper into the water. There’s a warmth that starts to pool low in his belly again and he shakes some water off of his hand before running his fingers back through his own hair.
“How do you know it’s me and not just sex with men that you can’t get enough of? You’ve finally indulged and now you’re insatiable. That could have little to do with me, you know, and more to do with having something inside of you for a change.”
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It take a few moments, but when no one comes banging on the door, he relaxes completely and adjusts to smooth his hands up and down the others back, nosing up against him.
"...at least it wasn't Daddy you yelled." The corner of his mouth ticked up.
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"Shut up," Kell mutters, flushing and nuzzling his face in, mostly to hide it.
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His hands moved up and down his back, sometimes light, sometimes scratching, sometimes in a half massage, but in the end he stretched and pushed his own hair back and just lounged like some lazy cat that was unbothered by the weight still on top of him.
But he had shut up, at least.
Until he shifted again and looked over at the other antari's face, "You should shower."
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"I don't want to move," Kell says, glancing at the other.
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"Too bad," he murmurs, "You must. Or else you'll feel all kinds of unpleasant."
Itchy and sticky, mostly.
Setting Kell on the counter, he slips away to draw a bath.
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"You like it that Kell can feel some of the things you do to me, don't you?"
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“I enjoy that for once he’s not the only one who gets to enjoy himself while you have to sit through it,” he agrees and finally looks over, flicking a finger to beckon him closer to the tub.
“Get in.”
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"I never minded... it's the way things always have been in a way."
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He stayed where he was, knelt beside the tub when Kell stepped in and sank down to sit in the water. His eyes roamed slowly over the others face and then slowly stood to retrieve a wash cloth.
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He focused a moment on the water while the other moved away and exhales.
"Rhy will be upset if he founds out about us."
That it's Holland.
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He paused, though and shook his head, “I have neither good nor ill will against your brother. But I will call a hypocrite out if I must.”
Kell could be angry if he wanted to. Holland would get over it.
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Rhy still blamed Holland for a lot of things despite that he had been there to save the Kingdom. He didn't bring it up though and glanced over at the other at the comment, raising a brow.
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He went back to the cloth, wetting it again, soaping it up, fluffing it, and then just as silently reaching to help wash the younger man from shoulder to back, over his arms and back up to focus on the bite mark he had left.
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"You like to take care of me, too..."
It's a strange thing, to be taken care of. The attention to the bite mark he inhales sharply as the other focuses over it. The area tender but just like when the other had made the mark he enjoys the pain.
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In regards to care—he did like to care for Kell. It was a new thing for him but after the visits to his cell. After the ship. After being shone a semblance of trust from the younger man, he wanted to care for him.
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The question it out before he can even think to keep it to himself. The admission carries a weight that Holland still isn’t used to. An importance that makes his heart beat to life in ways he had forgotten it could.
But then he thought of the mark on his own shoulder; still blood stained. Still achy.
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"Because... it marks me as yours. Because when you're not here it'll be something I can touch to remind me how you felt."
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But he just gives a low sound of agreement and resumes cleaning because infection would be a pain.
The rest of the bath is done in almost complete silence until he clears his throat and says, “You still need to clean yourself,” he pauses, “out, I mean.”
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His hand traced the edge the bath with his fingertips.
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“I suppose you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmurs.
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"When do you have to go back?" he questions, voice soft. He knows eventuallY Rhy will call for him but he hasn't yet.
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If he couldn’t at least steal always moments like these...
Opening his eyes again he watched Kell slide closer, “Miss me already?”
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"Of course," he answers, leaning in to kiss him and then shifting back. When he leans against the wall of the tub one of his hands disappears underneath the water, between his legs. Fingers tease at the tender entrance as he meets Holland's eyes. His breath catching as he does it.
"Why can't I get enough of you?"
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“How do you know it’s me and not just sex with men that you can’t get enough of? You’ve finally indulged and now you’re insatiable. That could have little to do with me, you know, and more to do with having something inside of you for a change.”
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