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[almostking]

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.

“Get in.”

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Kell smiles briefly and he shakes his head as he slips off the counter and moves to step into the bath, sinking into the water with a sigh.

"I never minded... it's the way things always have been in a way."

[almostking]

“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.

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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.

"Rhy will be upset if he founds out about us."

That it's Holland.

[almostking]

“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.

[bloodwords]

"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.

[almostking]

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.

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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.

[almostking]

“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.

[bloodwords]

"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."

[almostking]

“Why?”

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.

[bloodwords]

Kell doesn't answer right away, fingering the mark a little longer before dropping his hand into the water.

"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."

[almostking]

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.”

[bloodwords]

"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.

[almostking]

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.

[bloodwords]

Kell reaches out, fingers finding Holland's hand and shifting closer to him.

"When do you have to go back?" he questions, voice soft. He knows eventuallY Rhy will call for him but he hasn't yet.

[almostking]

“Not until dawn,” Things were always left in capable hands or else he would never leave at all.

If he couldn’t at least steal always moments like these...

Opening his eyes again he watched Kell slide closer, “Miss me already?”

[bloodwords]

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.

"Why can't I get enough of you?"

[almostking]

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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Kell lets his head rest back as a finger presses in and he bites his lip for a moment. He hadn't done this to himself yet. It'd always been Holland's fingers that touch him there. His eyelids are heavy as he watches the other antari.

"It's you," Kell says softly. "It's you and the way there's... magic..." he doesn't know how to explain it exactly. "I always wanted you, maybe not like this... but," he looks away. He'd always felt a connection. His finger slips in deeper and he bites his lip to keep from making a sound.

"I know it's because it's you, Holland."

[almostking]

Leaning forward, Holland brushes his mouth against the others jaw and reaches into the water to let his fingers tinker with Kells length. He never actually grabs it, strokes it, just teases his fingertips along it.

They don’t exactly have much time left. Not with the way Rhy was, but Holland could linger here in Kells room when he’s summoned.

“It’s in our blood,” the connection. The desire. The want. He bites the inside of his lip just hard enough to cut the skin, then turns Kells face towards his again for a kiss; smearing it over his bottom lip in the process, “Do you want more?”

[bloodwords]

Kell's eyelids flutter shut as he tilts his head with the other's mouth. His hips lift at the teasing, wanting more than just those teasing fingertips but then again he's done that to Holland before, if but briefly. His eyes open again as he's guided to look at Holland, face him.

He kisses him, the taste of blood delicious somehow... making desire that much more intense. He can't argue that it's in their blood, the connection, the magic? Everything. His tongue brushed over his lips before he answered.

"Yes." He very dearly calls him Daddy again but he holds back.

[almostking]

“On your knees,” he orders softly.

Once Kell is up he moves to nudge him into leaning against the edge of the tub. One hand smoothes along the others ass tracing cool fingertips along his skin.

“What do you want more of?”

[bloodwords]

Heat shot through Kell at the order. His finger slipped away and his hands go to the side of the tub as he got on his knees, pressed against the edge. His eyes close as the other's fingers move over his skin, leaving his skin tingling in the wake of his touch.

"You."

[almostking]

Shifting up behind the younger man, he ignored the soft splash of water and ran his hands up and then down his back.

When he leaned over to whisper lowly into his ear, his hips pressed forward; the tip of his length, already mostly hard again just from watching, against his entrance to test the waters, “Are you always going to be this willing, baby boy? Or do you plan on fighting me at some point?”