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 didn’t smirk, it was there in his voice, “How hard was that for you?”
Shifting over onto his side, Holland pillowed his head in his hand and glanced back and forth from Kells length to his face.
“Magic,” 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.
“You enjoyed being hard for over an hour while in the company of your brother doing...whatever it was you were doing?” 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.
“Take what you want while you can,” 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 he’d used on Kell, he’d used on himself for this same reason—and he murmured a release before he tipped his head back to look up into those mismatched eyes.
One of Kell’s hands rested on the other’s chest as the other buries in
Holland’s dark hair, curling slightly as he rocks his hips against the
other. He presses his lips over the bite he’d made on the others shoulder.
“I need you too,” Kell says without hesitation, though there’s less
confidence in his actions than his words when he reaches down to grab
Holland’s 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. “Fuck, Daddy,” 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.
Kell knew that everything between them had the potential to be volatile, to have consequences, magic and otherwise. And yet he couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop how much he wants Holland, needs him even. He leans over him, kissing him deeply. He starts to move his hips.
Kell bites at the other's lips as they kiss, given into the deep kiss. He groans as his hands slide over the other's chest now. He already feels so close, so on edge for all that time away from Holland. His hips drops hard on the other's cock, his thighs ache already but he savors every sensation.
They’re both so close after being held on the edge for so long. Holland’s hands fully grope the others backside, spreading him open and guiding him to move quicker.
It didn’t have to be some pretty, sexy thing. He just wanted him so badly that even his fingers curled into the others flesh; pawing at him in some silly desperation.
He didn’t want to leave. He knew he had to. But he didn’t want to.
One hand strayed and stroked Kells cock; restless and hungry for him to come again. Around him. On him. Just...
“Baby boy...” he breathes against his mouth, “For me...please. One more time.”
The way the other pulled, spreading him further and easing the way he moved
on his cock is beyond sexy. Mint maybe anything Holland could do would have
that affect on him. His breathing is heavy as Holland breaks the kiss
enough to talk.
And he can’t deny him anything at all.
“Yes daddy,” he moans, because between him filling him up and stroking his
aching cock there’s no holding back. He cries out louder, trying to not cal
out his name or daddy too loudly this time. He pressed all the way down,
his body clenching and milking around the others cocknas he spilled himself
between their bodies.
To be honest, that title was never something he'd ever even considered having or enjoying. Maybe he wouldn't like it spilling from anyone else's lips, though, either. Maybe it was just because Kell was Kell and despite being a grown adult with more power than most people would ever be blessed with--sometimes he still saw the young boy with bright mismatched eyes so excited to see someone else like him. The image kicked so many gears into motion and sometimes Holland had a hard time understanding himself because of them.
He'd never wanted to protect Kell before. He never cared enough. But things had shifted at some point, probably a little even before that stupid ship. Before he was imprisoned. Or maybe it had been that exact moment. The moment when Kell got between him and them, despite being so angry with him himself.
The words slipped into his ears and swirled around so beautifully that for a moment Holland forgot about what the hell they were doing and was just...watching the others face. It was so soft, and bright, and yet...when lashes parted and he saw the mirror of strength he also felt sort of...safe, too. His mind started down a path that he didn't want it to but was gratefully pulled out of it when Kells body clenched around his cock, fluttering muscles in the most delicious way possible--and it happened too fast but it felt so damn good that he didn't even care if the growling noise he had just made had been louder than he usually allowed.
Pulling him closer, he buried his face in the curve of the others shoulder and just breathed; holding onto him like he was the only real thing in the world at that moment. This was so stupid...he shouldn't feel so...
...calm without trying.
Sated.
Strangely complete.
Time ticked by and he knew it did, he just didn't know how long it had been before he finally lifted his face again and nosed in against Kell.
Kell could have never imagined a scenario in which he would ever like calling someone daddy or being called baby boy or a good boy. From anyone else it would be humiliating and demeaning but somehow it didn't carry that weight when it came to Holland. It's something else entirely. He likes the headspace that it put him into, he likes the feeling of security in it.
This time had gone so fast even after so long of waiting it felt over too soon. As they both came down from the high he let himself be held, pressing his face against the other's skin and he didn't want to move. He didn't want Holland to pull out of him. Everything is just...right. For a minute he forgets that Rhy is livid with him.
His eyes had closed as the high abated further and he tilts his head as the other noses at him.
Holland shook his head faintly but didn’t move otherwise; choosing to rather hold Kell where he was.
Safe. And then reached down to tug the sheet up over his waist just in case someone chose to come barging in again.
“Don’t think about it,” he said and slipped a hand up into the others hair before kissing his forehead, “He wants me dead even more now, doesn’t he.”
Kell presses a soft kiss to the other's jaw as the sheet covers them. He tries to listen to what Holland says. He tries not to think of how fast time is ticking by.
The hand in his hair is soothing and makes it easier to not think too deeply about time.
The question is more like a statement and Kell sighs, pushing up just enough so he can look Holland in the eye.
"If I didn't know better I'd think he wants me dead too."
“Rhy would never want that,” Holland replies and kisses the tip of the younger stupid nose.
The act surprised him and he tries to counter it with a little tug of the others hair, “It will pass. As soon as I’m gone and he doesn’t sit around wondering if every tingle he feels from you is because of me, it will pass.”
The subtle affection makes Kell grin before he nuzzles him. The tug of his hair is just as enjoyed as the kiss to his nose had been. All of it is affection, all of it makes him feel wanted.
"Maybe..." Kell murmurs, his fingertips tracing the bite he had made on the other's shoulder.
“It will,” Holland murmurs after a moment. His eyes close as the bite is traced on his own shoulder, “So long as you don’t help it heal too fast.”
It wasn’t as deep of a wound as an animal could offer but it was as far as he was willing to make it. It would scar. And if it wasn’t as intense as Kell wanted it—they had time to try again during one of their next visits.
"I won't... I enjoy it," Kell murmurs and he feels tired. Between everything that had happened and then Rhy's anger... It's exhausting feeling for two sometimes and he knew it's much the same for Rhy. He could understand his anger and frustrations.
Kell laughs softly and presses a kiss to the other's jawline.
"Good," he sighs and he won't say it out loud but he likes this feeling. They couldn't fall asleep together not really on the ship. He had napped but... this is different. There's not a edge of knowing he needed to be on guard.
Shifting enough to where they could both be comfortable, Holland eventually allows himself to sleep tangled up in the younger Antari.
The nightmares start but then Kell shifts in his sleep, stirring him just enough to knock them away. He buries his nose in the others hair and just breathes, settles, and disappears for a while. Restful sleep.
But eventually he blinks awake and knows what has to happen next. He hates it, he realizes suddenly. He hates this part. But...
He does slowly untangle himself, daring to steal one soft kiss before he moves to pull his clothes on again. He hesitates for a few slow moments to just watch the other sprawled out on his pillow; one leg outside of the sheet, tangled in it. Annoying...
...how cute that was.
Reaching into his pocket he retrieves a little note that just says: Come to me next.
And leaves it on the pillow along with a necklace with a small vile of blood. Some might thing it was a weird token but was it really?
Then before he could rethink it, he silently goes back to White London the way he came.
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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 didn’t smirk, it was there in his voice, “How hard was that for you?”
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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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“Magic,” 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.
“Did you not like it?”
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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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“You enjoyed being hard for over an hour while in the company of your brother doing...whatever it was you were doing?” That was amusing and if Holland had been anyone but Holland he would have actually laughed.
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“That’s not the part I liked,” Kell counters. “That was torture.”
His hand dropped away from his cock and he shifts to straddle his hips.
“I liked that you did it to me.”
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“Take what you want while you can,” 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 he’d used on Kell, he’d used on himself for this same reason—and he murmured a release before he tipped his head back to look up into those mismatched eyes.
“I need you.”
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One of Kell’s hands rested on the other’s chest as the other buries in Holland’s dark hair, curling slightly as he rocks his hips against the other. He presses his lips over the bite he’d made on the others shoulder.
“I need you too,” Kell says without hesitation, though there’s less confidence in his actions than his words when he reaches down to grab Holland’s 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. “Fuck, Daddy,” 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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Kell bites at the other's lips as they kiss, given into the deep kiss. He groans as his hands slide over the other's chest now. He already feels so close, so on edge for all that time away from Holland. His hips drops hard on the other's cock, his thighs ache already but he savors every sensation.
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It didn’t have to be some pretty, sexy thing. He just wanted him so badly that even his fingers curled into the others flesh; pawing at him in some silly desperation.
He didn’t want to leave. He knew he had to. But he didn’t want to.
One hand strayed and stroked Kells cock; restless and hungry for him to come again. Around him. On him. Just...
“Baby boy...” he breathes against his mouth, “For me...please. One more time.”
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The way the other pulled, spreading him further and easing the way he moved on his cock is beyond sexy. Mint maybe anything Holland could do would have that affect on him. His breathing is heavy as Holland breaks the kiss enough to talk.
And he can’t deny him anything at all.
“Yes daddy,” he moans, because between him filling him up and stroking his aching cock there’s no holding back. He cries out louder, trying to not cal out his name or daddy too loudly this time. He pressed all the way down, his body clenching and milking around the others cocknas he spilled himself between their bodies.
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He'd never wanted to protect Kell before. He never cared enough. But things had shifted at some point, probably a little even before that stupid ship. Before he was imprisoned. Or maybe it had been that exact moment. The moment when Kell got between him and them, despite being so angry with him himself.
The words slipped into his ears and swirled around so beautifully that for a moment Holland forgot about what the hell they were doing and was just...watching the others face. It was so soft, and bright, and yet...when lashes parted and he saw the mirror of strength he also felt sort of...safe, too. His mind started down a path that he didn't want it to but was gratefully pulled out of it when Kells body clenched around his cock, fluttering muscles in the most delicious way possible--and it happened too fast but it felt so damn good that he didn't even care if the growling noise he had just made had been louder than he usually allowed.
Pulling him closer, he buried his face in the curve of the others shoulder and just breathed; holding onto him like he was the only real thing in the world at that moment. This was so stupid...he shouldn't feel so...
...calm without trying.
Sated.
Strangely complete.
Time ticked by and he knew it did, he just didn't know how long it had been before he finally lifted his face again and nosed in against Kell.
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This time had gone so fast even after so long of waiting it felt over too soon. As they both came down from the high he let himself be held, pressing his face against the other's skin and he didn't want to move. He didn't want Holland to pull out of him. Everything is just...right. For a minute he forgets that Rhy is livid with him.
His eyes had closed as the high abated further and he tilts his head as the other noses at him.
"Dawn will come too soon," he whispers.
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Safe. And then reached down to tug the sheet up over his waist just in case someone chose to come barging in again.
“Don’t think about it,” he said and slipped a hand up into the others hair before kissing his forehead, “He wants me dead even more now, doesn’t he.”
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The hand in his hair is soothing and makes it easier to not think too deeply about time.
The question is more like a statement and Kell sighs, pushing up just enough so he can look Holland in the eye.
"If I didn't know better I'd think he wants me dead too."
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The act surprised him and he tries to counter it with a little tug of the others hair, “It will pass. As soon as I’m gone and he doesn’t sit around wondering if every tingle he feels from you is because of me, it will pass.”
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"Maybe..." Kell murmurs, his fingertips tracing the bite he had made on the other's shoulder.
"You should make sure mine scars."
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It wasn’t as deep of a wound as an animal could offer but it was as far as he was willing to make it. It would scar. And if it wasn’t as intense as Kell wanted it—they had time to try again during one of their next visits.
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"I wish I wasn't tired," he adds with a mutter.
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“You has a full day. Sex twice. And accompanied your brother,” he says, “If you weren’t at least a little tired I would worry.”
Maybe.
“Sleep. I’m not leaving yet,” he adds softly.
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"Good," he sighs and he won't say it out loud but he likes this feeling. They couldn't fall asleep together not really on the ship. He had napped but... this is different. There's not a edge of knowing he needed to be on guard.
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The nightmares start but then Kell shifts in his sleep, stirring him just enough to knock them away. He buries his nose in the others hair and just breathes, settles, and disappears for a while. Restful sleep.
But eventually he blinks awake and knows what has to happen next. He hates it, he realizes suddenly. He hates this part. But...
He does slowly untangle himself, daring to steal one soft kiss before he moves to pull his clothes on again. He hesitates for a few slow moments to just watch the other sprawled out on his pillow; one leg outside of the sheet, tangled in it. Annoying...
...how cute that was.
Reaching into his pocket he retrieves a little note that just says: Come to me next.
And leaves it on the pillow along with a necklace with a small vile of blood. Some might thing it was a weird token but was it really?
Then before he could rethink it, he silently goes back to White London the way he came.
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