Is it really all that unexpected, though? Did Kell expect Holland to just chase him forever now all because he'd found a way to save him?
Chasing someone, or something, was still a work in progress for Holland. It was easier now, in this reprieve from the hell he had called his life for so long, but it was still new. Still something that would make him pause and question.
But his eyes flick up again and focus on Kells face at the sound of that word. Reaching up he cupped the back of the others neck and twisted him back around and pushed him back into the position he had been in prior to his little stunt. Leaning in again he breathed cold air across the unhealed bite mark, "Was that so hard to remember?"
"Maybe that's where your lessons should start," he adds softly and guides his length between the others cheeks again, but this time his own impatience and want have kicked in and he pushes all the way inside of him again.
No, Kell didn't really expect that but still Holland hadn't done anything like that with him since they'd started this but then again Kell hadn't tried to rebel either. He met the other's eyes as the other cupped the back of his neck, biting down on his lip as he's pressed back around. His hands go back to the edge of the tub, shivering at Holland's words, at the way his breath caressed the broken skin -- reminding him of how it'd felt when the other bit him.
"Lesson to call you Daddy?" Kell asks, but the last word hitches into a groan as the other pressed inside of him and he pressed back against him.
"In manners," Holland corrects quietly around a groan. Kell is still slick inside thanks to him being stubborn or perverted, he can't tell. It's easy to rock into him, slow at first, grinding himself around just to make a point.
Well, really, it was less about general manners and more about the manners he would require if Kell really wanted this to be...their thing.
"If you want to call me Daddy, you need to do it respectfully." Or, be punished for it.
Kell's head bowed some as Holland moved slowly, almost a teasing grind of his hips. He wanted to push back for him to thrust harder. He can't focus completely on it, though, distracted by the conversation they were still having.
"Respectfully? Really?" he exhales, trying to rock back against him again.
"You're handing over authority to me by giving me the title. Are you certain you want to do that?" Holland continued on conversationally, keeping his movements steady, languid. Just enough to cause sensation.
He leaned over and brushed his lips across the broken skin of the bite, "I can teach you, take care of you, guide you, but I can also punish you and demand things of you. If that is what you want--keep calling me that. If you do not, we will end it today."
Not this. The sex. The meetings. The...friendship.
But for all the boundaries he would be giving Kell, it would go both ways. If that isn't what Kell wants, then it wouldn't be right for Holland to assume he could do certain things.
Kell's quiet, listening to the other as Holland the other explained. The antari shivers at the lips on the bite, closing his eyes. There's a moment of thought about it but he already knows what he wants. He knows that maybe he shouldn't want it but he does. He can't explain it why he feels that way, why he wants to hand over that power to Holland or why he trusts him with it.
"I want it, Daddy," he finally says, glancing back at the other as he does. "I want all of it."
Moving his hand down the length of Kells back, Holland hums in approval and curls over to cage him against the side of the tub, both of his own hands bracing himself on either side.
"Then you may have it," he pressed in harder, starting to move quicker inside of him because he could, "All of it."
They were in the same boat after all (so to speak)--both wanted the other and couldn't explain why they wanted it so much.
Kell inhales as the other moves over him, feeling his weight, the way his body seems to completely surround him as he takes him. His hands gripped harder to the side of the bath as the other started to move in quicker.
"Thank you, Daddy," he moans as he rocks back into each thrust as best he could. His body took him so easily this time, already slick, already stretched out for him. There's a high in that.
It's so good, too. The ease of it all. The slosh of the water around the tub; it isn't enough to arc over the edge but enough to be worth the noise it makes.
Absently, he fits his teeth over the mark again, teasing his teeth back into the wounds he had already made; testing for a reaction in it.
He could make it deeper. Make it scar for real, not just a ghost of shiny white flesh.
Kell gasps when the other's mouth covered the bite mark. He bit down on his bottom lip and his breath picked up slightly.
"Do it, Daddy, please" he says.
It happens to be that moment that someone else enters the bathroom. If it had been anyone but Rhy, Kell might actually not have noticed right away. But as it is his head jerked in that direction.
"Rhy..." he would have tried to move but in the current position there's no where for him to go.
Holland doesn't freak out over being caught. He's actually quite calm about the whole thing. He doesn't even stop moving just yet but he does meet Rhys eyes over his brothers shoulder.
Now you know.
He reaches into the water and lightly brushes his fingers over Kells length and murmurs a few words before sliding away to give Kell some space; slipping free of his body to stand and grab a towel for around his waist when he steps out onto the mat.
He glances back at Kell and there's some sort of secret in his eyes, an amusement that crosses his face when his gaze slips down towards the others length. He would figure it out for himself soon enough but Hollands attention shifts to Rhy again briefly,"Rhy," then he slips back into the others room to leave them alone for a moment.
Kell is freaking out inside a bit at being found like this with Holland... How much had Rhy heard? He thought about asking him why he didn't knock but that answer is obvious enough. He bit back a noise of protest when the other slips out of him after touching his length... He could sense magic but he didn't understand what had happened just yet.
His eyes follow Holland when the other's eyes moved downward and he's not sure exactly what that glance is for but he's unsatisfied that they didn't get to finish. He's aching to be filled with the other's cock again until he comes.
When Holland had left Rhy does start in with the comments and also the anger at Kell being with Holland and comments about what he had definitely overheard.
A few minutes later, Rhy leaves first and Kell comes out, moving to get dressed and willing his arousal down. He looks longingly toward Holland as he pulls on his pants and reaches for his tunic.
"I want you right now."
But he's pulling on his tunic and reaching for the coat.
In those few minutes, Holland had pulled on his underwear and settled on Kells bed with one of the books he had found. He watched Rhy go, and then watched Kell when he emerged and began getting dressed.
"You will want me for a while," he admitted and went back to the book. He didn't really care what was written there but it was something to do while he waited, "I'll be here when you get back," he added and calmly flipped a page, "we can talk later."
Kell looks over at Holland and his pants feel uncomfortably tight as moves closer. He presses a hungry kiss to the other's lips. "You did something," he accuses gently.
But he has to get going so regardless of what Holland says he heads to the door and tries to ignore how everything in him had him wanting to strip down and beg Holland to touch him. The lingering arousal that's persistent he bites down on his bottom lip to try and focus as he makes his way to Rhy.
The business with Rhy is difficult to get through, Kell shifting uncomfortably and trying to hide the state that he was in but he got a knowing look from Rhy. It's torture and he's all too ready for his time to leave. The time had dragged and he's squirming by the time Rhy lets him go. He hurries back to his quarters, feeling far too hot as he opened the door and started to undress.
Kell had been gone for far too long but Holland had eventually set the book aside and allowed himself to stretch out over the others bed. It still smelled so much like him that Holland hugged the pillow close and smiled faintly.
But eventually Kell had come back. Holland felt him long before he had seen him.
He watched him lazily under heavy lashes and while he didnβt smirk, it was there in his voice, βHow hard was that for you?β
Shifting over onto his side, Holland pillowed his head in his hand and glanced back and forth from Kells length to his face.
βMagic,β was the simple answer. But he murmured something else and run his own fingers over Kells knuckles down to the base of his length, releasing what he had done.
βYou enjoyed being hard for over an hour while in the company of your brother doing...whatever it was you were doing?β That was amusing and if Holland had been anyone but Holland he would have actually laughed.
Without moving, Holland allows Kell to climb over into his lap. And all it takes is one good look at the others length to know how badly he must be aching.
βTake what you want while you can,β he murmurs and slowly looks back up over Kells face. Even his cheeks were still a little flushed.
Both hands roam along thighs and up over the curve of the others hips, up his back and Holland pulls him close.
The kiss was returned and there is a shuddering breath before he leans up to deepen the kiss. He needed it like air. He needed it in order to be able to go home and be away from Kell.
The same magic heβd used on Kell, heβd used on himself for this same reasonβand he murmured a release before he tipped his head back to look up into those mismatched eyes.
One of Kellβs hands rested on the otherβs chest as the other buries in
Hollandβs dark hair, curling slightly as he rocks his hips against the
other. He presses his lips over the bite heβd made on the others shoulder.
βI need you too,β Kell says without hesitation, though thereβs less
confidence in his actions than his words when he reaches down to grab
Hollandβs cock at the base, shifting and pressing the tip against his
entrance. The ring of muscle contracts and then loosens again.
Then he lowers down, a curse under his breath as he sinks into the others
cock. βFuck, Daddy,β he moans.
And he focuses on this and not how much he dreads dawn when Holland will
have to return to his London.
Dawn will quickly approach the moment this is finished, but until then it feels like they have forever. If someone had asked him years ago if he had any interest, in this way, in the Red London Antari--he would have said no. Not because there wasn't a certain appeal to him that others didn't but because they belonged to two different worlds. Two different everythings. And still they were more alike than anyone else ever could be (save for Delilah.)
Holland watched Kell move, grasping his cock in his hand and guiding it where he wanted it. Watched the way he sank down over him, thighs trembling slightly under his hands from the effort. The curse that went straight through his bones and made everything inside of him ache.
Both hands smoothed firmly along Kells thighs; massaging up and then down, up again and he realized suddenly that this was a very dangerous game they were playing. Magic was a wild thing. It came with a cost and it sometimes didn't do what you wanted it to. It was why Holland had practiced so much control all of his life. But he could deny the way things inside of him sparked differently with Kell than they had with anyone else he had ever been with.
....we're a storm waiting to happen...
Reaching up he dragged Kells face down to his own and moaned into a deeper kiss once he had claimed his mouth again. He wasn't gentle. Didn't have to be. But there was a subtle affection there if Kell knew what to look for. A desperation in the way his hips rolled to get him moving, the way his cock pulsed heavily inside of him, the way his tongue tasted him for all he could.
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Chasing someone, or something, was still a work in progress for Holland. It was easier now, in this reprieve from the hell he had called his life for so long, but it was still new. Still something that would make him pause and question.
But his eyes flick up again and focus on Kells face at the sound of that word. Reaching up he cupped the back of the others neck and twisted him back around and pushed him back into the position he had been in prior to his little stunt. Leaning in again he breathed cold air across the unhealed bite mark, "Was that so hard to remember?"
"Maybe that's where your lessons should start," he adds softly and guides his length between the others cheeks again, but this time his own impatience and want have kicked in and he pushes all the way inside of him again.
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"Lesson to call you Daddy?" Kell asks, but the last word hitches into a groan as the other pressed inside of him and he pressed back against him.
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Well, really, it was less about general manners and more about the manners he would require if Kell really wanted this to be...their thing.
"If you want to call me Daddy, you need to do it respectfully." Or, be punished for it.
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"Respectfully? Really?" he exhales, trying to rock back against him again.
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He leaned over and brushed his lips across the broken skin of the bite, "I can teach you, take care of you, guide you, but I can also punish you and demand things of you. If that is what you want--keep calling me that. If you do not, we will end it today."
Not this. The sex. The meetings. The...friendship.
But for all the boundaries he would be giving Kell, it would go both ways. If that isn't what Kell wants, then it wouldn't be right for Holland to assume he could do certain things.
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"I want it, Daddy," he finally says, glancing back at the other as he does. "I want all of it."
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"Then you may have it," he pressed in harder, starting to move quicker inside of him because he could, "All of it."
They were in the same boat after all (so to speak)--both wanted the other and couldn't explain why they wanted it so much.
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"Thank you, Daddy," he moans as he rocks back into each thrust as best he could. His body took him so easily this time, already slick, already stretched out for him. There's a high in that.
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Absently, he fits his teeth over the mark again, teasing his teeth back into the wounds he had already made; testing for a reaction in it.
He could make it deeper. Make it scar for real, not just a ghost of shiny white flesh.
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"Do it, Daddy, please" he says.
It happens to be that moment that someone else enters the bathroom. If it had been anyone but Rhy, Kell might actually not have noticed right away. But as it is his head jerked in that direction.
"Rhy..." he would have tried to move but in the current position there's no where for him to go.
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Holland doesn't freak out over being caught. He's actually quite calm about the whole thing. He doesn't even stop moving just yet but he does meet Rhys eyes over his brothers shoulder.
Now you know.
He reaches into the water and lightly brushes his fingers over Kells length and murmurs a few words before sliding away to give Kell some space; slipping free of his body to stand and grab a towel for around his waist when he steps out onto the mat.
He glances back at Kell and there's some sort of secret in his eyes, an amusement that crosses his face when his gaze slips down towards the others length. He would figure it out for himself soon enough but Hollands attention shifts to Rhy again briefly,"Rhy," then he slips back into the others room to leave them alone for a moment.
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His eyes follow Holland when the other's eyes moved downward and he's not sure exactly what that glance is for but he's unsatisfied that they didn't get to finish. He's aching to be filled with the other's cock again until he comes.
When Holland had left Rhy does start in with the comments and also the anger at Kell being with Holland and comments about what he had definitely overheard.
A few minutes later, Rhy leaves first and Kell comes out, moving to get dressed and willing his arousal down. He looks longingly toward Holland as he pulls on his pants and reaches for his tunic.
"I want you right now."
But he's pulling on his tunic and reaching for the coat.
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"You will want me for a while," he admitted and went back to the book. He didn't really care what was written there but it was something to do while he waited, "I'll be here when you get back," he added and calmly flipped a page, "we can talk later."
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But he has to get going so regardless of what Holland says he heads to the door and tries to ignore how everything in him had him wanting to strip down and beg Holland to touch him. The lingering arousal that's persistent he bites down on his bottom lip to try and focus as he makes his way to Rhy.
The business with Rhy is difficult to get through, Kell shifting uncomfortably and trying to hide the state that he was in but he got a knowing look from Rhy. It's torture and he's all too ready for his time to leave. The time had dragged and he's squirming by the time Rhy lets him go. He hurries back to his quarters, feeling far too hot as he opened the door and started to undress.
"Daddy..."
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But eventually Kell had come back. Holland felt him long before he had seen him.
He watched him lazily under heavy lashes and while he didnβt smirk, it was there in his voice, βHow hard was that for you?β
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"I couldn't concentrate at all," Kell says as he drops down beside Holland. His fingers went to his cock and he strokes a low whimper escaping him.
"What did you do?"
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βMagic,β was the simple answer. But he murmured something else and run his own fingers over Kells knuckles down to the base of his length, releasing what he had done.
βDid you not like it?β
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"I did like it..." He just feels like he'll die if he doesn't get off soon.
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βYou enjoyed being hard for over an hour while in the company of your brother doing...whatever it was you were doing?β That was amusing and if Holland had been anyone but Holland he would have actually laughed.
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βThatβs not the part I liked,β Kell counters. βThat was torture.β
His hand dropped away from his cock and he shifts to straddle his hips.
βI liked that you did it to me.β
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βTake what you want while you can,β he murmurs and slowly looks back up over Kells face. Even his cheeks were still a little flushed.
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He bites at the other's bottom lip a bit harshly.
"Bite me again."
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The kiss was returned and there is a shuddering breath before he leans up to deepen the kiss. He needed it like air. He needed it in order to be able to go home and be away from Kell.
The same magic heβd used on Kell, heβd used on himself for this same reasonβand he murmured a release before he tipped his head back to look up into those mismatched eyes.
βI need you.β
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One of Kellβs hands rested on the otherβs chest as the other buries in Hollandβs dark hair, curling slightly as he rocks his hips against the other. He presses his lips over the bite heβd made on the others shoulder.
βI need you too,β Kell says without hesitation, though thereβs less confidence in his actions than his words when he reaches down to grab Hollandβs cock at the base, shifting and pressing the tip against his entrance. The ring of muscle contracts and then loosens again.
Then he lowers down, a curse under his breath as he sinks into the others cock. βFuck, Daddy,β he moans.
And he focuses on this and not how much he dreads dawn when Holland will have to return to his London.
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Holland watched Kell move, grasping his cock in his hand and guiding it where he wanted it. Watched the way he sank down over him, thighs trembling slightly under his hands from the effort. The curse that went straight through his bones and made everything inside of him ache.
Both hands smoothed firmly along Kells thighs; massaging up and then down, up again and he realized suddenly that this was a very dangerous game they were playing. Magic was a wild thing. It came with a cost and it sometimes didn't do what you wanted it to. It was why Holland had practiced so much control all of his life. But he could deny the way things inside of him sparked differently with Kell than they had with anyone else he had ever been with.
....we're a storm waiting to happen...
Reaching up he dragged Kells face down to his own and moaned into a deeper kiss once he had claimed his mouth again. He wasn't gentle. Didn't have to be. But there was a subtle affection there if Kell knew what to look for. A desperation in the way his hips rolled to get him moving, the way his cock pulsed heavily inside of him, the way his tongue tasted him for all he could.
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