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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.

"Dawn will come too soon," he whispers.

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.

"You should make sure mine scars."

“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.

"I wish I wasn't tired," he adds with a mutter.

Holland smirks faintly and resumes an idle stroking of Kells hair.

“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.

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.

Kell had been less than happy the next morning when he woke up without Holland beside him. It was barely dawn. There's a frustration that Holland isn't someone you can just go find and argue with simply. The note... that had softened the blow a little bit.

Regardless of the fact that he wanted to go see him if only to tell him he's angry he couldn't. There's too much to do in his London and Lila was due back for at least a few days and he wants to see her before she sets sail again. It's much harder to visit someone who's on the open sea than in another London -- imagine that wouldn't you.

So it's almost a week before he can get free to go to White London. He carries the vial the other had left around his neck where he had carried the coins. A constant reminder like the bite on his shoulder of Holland. Lila had left a bite or two as well, staking her claim perhaps not as deeply as Holland had which is a little surprising. He would have thought seeing that mark would have made her more forceful.

But he does come. And once he does he makes his way into Holland's chambers to wait for him. Whenever Holland does come in, Kell's stripped naked already, lounging on his bed in just the necklace, fingers toying with the vial.

It was a long week. One that meant the nightmares inevitably returned. A week of duty and responsibility he hadn’t wanted. But had.

Unlike Kell, however, Holland didn’t have another bedmate. He had no extra marks. He had none of that.

But when he retreated to his chamber and found the one connection he did have, he found himself leaning back for a second against the closed door. The view was beautiful.

Still—-a brow arched when he pushed away from the door and headed over to the bed, absently removing his coat on the way.

“Let me guess. Delilah didn’t want to be left out?”

"Does it bother you?" Kell asks carefully. He had thought of covering the marks but that felt like lying and he didn't want to lie to Holland or to Lila. For the second time this week he felt uncertain about if he is in the wrong for not choosing even though no one had forced the issue on him. Is he just selfish and hurting both of them and no one is saying so?

His eyes avert for a long moment as those thoughts wash over him before he returns his gaze to Holland, watching him remove his coat and he reaches out to catch his arm and drag him close enough to kiss as he got on his knees on the bed.

Before he can respond, Kell is already pulling him in. The coat is draped over the end of the bed and he reaches up with both hands to cradle the others face, returning the kiss.

It lingers a bit, deepening but remains slow; an I Missed You kiss.

But when they part, he hums softly and shakes his head, “No. You were hers before you were mine.” He hesitates, “Does it bother her?”

Kell relaxes as Holland kisses him like that. He has missed him too even if he is still a little mad at him for leaving the way he had. His hand smoothed over the other's bicep, squeezing as the kiss broke.

"If it did she would have used her knife instead of her mouth," Kell says simply.

It didn’t bother him. But he would be lying if part of him wasn’t jealous about it.

Kells words made sense, however, and he let it go. One finger moved to curl into the chain around Kells neck until he held the vile between his fingers.

“I apologize for leaving the way I did,” he murmurs and meets the others eyes. “But I worried that if I hadn’t done it the way I had, it would have been harder.”

"I was angry... I'm still angry," Kell says despite the fact that he had missed him this week. The anger hadn't dissipated completely and maybe that's part feedback loop with Rhy. He glances down at the other's hand on the vial.

"I didn't like waking up alone after falling asleep in your arms."

It sounds silly but it's true, especially that he hadn't expected it at all.

Holland was calm on the outside but inside he wasn’t so sure. He looked over Kells face and laid the vile back down against his chest.

“What would you have me do now, then?” He asked softly and carefully pulled away to take his coat and put it away. The rest of his clothing was removed just as carefully; one bit at a time while he waited and listened.

Kell watches him, it's almost tortuously slow how the other undress. He sits back, leaning against the headboard of the bed

"I don't know. You don't have to do anything about it. I just wish you wouldn't do it again," Kell says and there's an edge to his voice as he says it. Maybe he's given Holland a lot of power in their relationship already but he's not without his own still.

“Then I won’t,” Holland agreed and moved back towards the bed, crawling on top of it until he was nose to nose with the other, “I won’t slip away without saying goodbye properly, again.”

It almost sounded like a vow. A promise. And maybe it was.

“Though....I have to admit that you being angry and naked in my bed makes it at least a little hard to regret the decision.”

Kell met Holland's eyes and he smiles just slightly at the promise. He reaches up to brush his fingers through Holland's dark hair.

"Maybe so but just because I'm mad doesn't mean I don't want you, Daddy," he slips back into that title and somehow it's a little less difficult here where his guards aren't just outside his door.

“I gathered that from the fact that you’re naked, baby boy,” Relaxing enough to smile, even a little or chuckle was slowly becoming easier to do the more time he spent with Kell.

At least when they were alone. It was different around others still.

His nose brushed against him again and he stole a kiss, “How long can you stay?”

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