Pressing up into the others hand, Holland moves the bites along the inside of Kells right thigh before trailing his tongue along his length from root to tip.
“You would grow bored of being here with me,” he paused and looked up, “Unless....you wanted to rule beside me.”
Kell inhales sharply as the other bites his thigh, it turning into a moan as he lifts his hips. It's harder to focus on the conversation they're having.
“You would. But I don’t blame you for not wanting it,” another soft snort and he curls his tongue around the tip of the others cock, pulling it into his mouth with a pleased sound.
Ruling wasn’t for everyone. He didn’t think he was great at it either. But he had seen enough to know how it worked.
"I.. just... they wouldn't want me," he mutters. But it's hard to concentrate on talking with the other's attention on his cock. His hips lift slightly, fingers tightening in his hair again.
Kell moans as the other's mouth takes him in. He curls his fingers into his hair rocking his hips up to his mouth. He whines slightly when the warmth of his mouth left him, the air cold on his length but he can't actually complain as the other starts to stroke him. He exhales as his eyes look over him.
"I don't know? I haven't thought about it...Do you want me to?"
“I’m not entirely sure,” he admits with a little smirk, “I quite enjoy it when you whine and squirm. I might not enjoy giving that up unless you can prove you’re just as good on the other side.”
Another kiss is brushed against the inside of a thigh. Teeth bite down around the fleshy bit hard enough to bruise and he hums softly before releasing him, “Try tomorrow.”
Looking up the length of the others body, he licked a little pattern over the bite with the tip of his tongue; it was both cold, and hot with different passes, "Do you enjoy the pain?"
Kell shivers as the other licks over it, the temperature adding a completely different layer that had his hips squirming as he lets his head drop back.
Pain was something they were used to. It was just part of who they were and what they did. Figuring out just how much pain he liked before it was too much would be interesting to try.
Holland had his limits. Pain was a tricky thing for him. Too much and it just took his brain somewhere terrible. Not enough and he barely felt alive.
Smoothing his hands up along the others thighs, he squeezed, gradually harder the higher he got. Searching for something.
"Did you prefer it the first time when you weren't as prepared or after when we had access to the proper tools?"
Kell's breath is uneven, the way the other's hands moved over him, tightening their grip the higher the went, the more sensitive he was. It hurt and it felt amazing, his cock aching and he wants to feel Holland's mouth on it again. Instead he exhales shakily and focuses on the conversation that they were having.
"The first time," he admits. He liked that burning, he liked the ache it left afterward. "I liked when you held me down even if I wanted to touch you so badly."
"Mm," Holland quietly took that all to heart; locking it away in the back of his mind for later, but for now his hands moved away from the other skin and he ducked back down to guide Kells length back into his mouth.
He hummed lowly around him, bobbing shallowly a few times before swallowing him into his throat with a slow fluttering suck.
It was ridiculous how good Kell tasted. Everywhere. It was always like getting his hands on the finest wine, indulging in it for as long as he could. Every pass over the others cock was deliberate, tongue rolling, tasting, throat clenching and cheeks hollowing around him. He just wanted to bring him that a certain point...just that point.
A moment of insecurity hits Kell and he wonders if there had been right and wrong answers there and had he given the wrong one? Sometimes it's hard to tell with Holland, he's already really figuring that fact out -- it's not a surprising one in the least.
"Daddy," Kell moans softly when the other's takes his cock again. It felt so good, it takes all he can not to thrust upward when the other swallows him down. One hand grasps at the blanket and the other goes to his shoulder, grip tight there. Holland is far more skilled at this than Kell is, every moment of his mouth, his tongue his throat all drawing him closer to the edge.
Kell bit his lip without thinking as the other gives his cock more attention and then pulls off it, leaving him panting and so close to release. He meets Holland's gaze, breathing heavy.
Amusement touched his features again for a moment as he crawled up over the other again, one hand trailing along skin before it strayed to wrap around Kells length; not to stroke him per say but for the pressure.
"We have time," he assures, "you can come more than once."
Kell was young. His recovery rate was quicker.
Holland leaned in for a kiss but stopped short, "A good boy can come as many times as I let them." And with that he began to stroke him again, not too slow, not too fast but just enough pressure to bring him if Kell didn't hold back.
Kell bites his lip as the hand teases him or it feels like a tease. He knew it's true that he could come more than once. There's probably more than a couple times that he could come. He leaned up to meet the kiss that never came.
When Holland puts it that way he doesn't feel like fighting all that much but he doesn't give in just yet.
"Didn't you want me to be a bad boy?" he points out. It's hard to hold back to not give into the pressure of the other's hand.
His face gets less amused as the other squeezes and he almost lets go.
"I... liked it when I couldn't come," he murmurs. He likes to come too but that feeling of Holland controlling his pleasure in such an obvious way... He might have had more than a few fantasies about it in the past week.
Holland is terrible with showing emotion, but he quite likes to watch it shift on the others face like that.
He sees the exact moment when pleasure starts to become too much and he almost push through it--forcing him.
But, Kells words stop him short and he calmly steals a kiss and waits for the exact moment when he can feel the pressure almost spill over; and cuts it off the way he had before.
"Fine," he hums and slips away to lean back against the headboard beside him, "then you can wait."
Kell had thought that Holland was going to make him come anyway and that is something that was just as hot as Holland not letting him come. His lips were still tingling from the kiss. His hips pressing up into the other's hand and he thought he was going to lose control until suddenly right there the other antari stopped.
There's a groan of frustration, his cock jerking slightly and his hips lifting searching for the final attention he needed. His breathing is heavy and uneven and it's all he can do not to reach down and finish the job so he grasps the blanket instead looking at Holland.
"I like knowing you can't and it's all you can focus on, yes," Holland admits and gets comfortable before looking back over.
Watching Kell laying there, wanton, and unable is surprisingly sexy. Knowing that he is technically the only one who can release what was done because Kell didn't know how to do that yet--was even better.
Though, maybe he would figure it out on his own. Or maybe Holland should just tell him incase something ever happened to him before he could release it...
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“You would grow bored of being here with me,” he paused and looked up, “Unless....you wanted to rule beside me.”
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His brow furrows as he looks at Holland.
"I would not be good at ruling."
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Ruling wasn’t for everyone. He didn’t think he was great at it either. But he had seen enough to know how it worked.
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"That's good," he says lowly.
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But he hums and slowly pulls off to stroke him, using his own saliva as lubricant for now.
“Out of curiosity...do you ever want to be on the dominant end of this relationship?”
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"I don't know? I haven't thought about it...Do you want me to?"
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Kell laughs at that and he brushes his hand over the others shoulder. “We can try it sometime... when you want.”
Kell doesn’t know if he’s be just as good for him that way but he’s willing to try anything for Holland.
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"Fuck," he exhales, relishing the pain that walked the line with pleasure.
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"Yes."
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Pain was something they were used to. It was just part of who they were and what they did. Figuring out just how much pain he liked before it was too much would be interesting to try.
Holland had his limits. Pain was a tricky thing for him. Too much and it just took his brain somewhere terrible. Not enough and he barely felt alive.
Smoothing his hands up along the others thighs, he squeezed, gradually harder the higher he got. Searching for something.
"Did you prefer it the first time when you weren't as prepared or after when we had access to the proper tools?"
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"The first time," he admits. He liked that burning, he liked the ache it left afterward. "I liked when you held me down even if I wanted to touch you so badly."
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"Mm," Holland quietly took that all to heart; locking it away in the back of his mind for later, but for now his hands moved away from the other skin and he ducked back down to guide Kells length back into his mouth.
He hummed lowly around him, bobbing shallowly a few times before swallowing him into his throat with a slow fluttering suck.
It was ridiculous how good Kell tasted. Everywhere. It was always like getting his hands on the finest wine, indulging in it for as long as he could. Every pass over the others cock was deliberate, tongue rolling, tasting, throat clenching and cheeks hollowing around him. He just wanted to bring him that a certain point...just that point.
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"Daddy," Kell moans softly when the other's takes his cock again. It felt so good, it takes all he can not to thrust upward when the other swallows him down. One hand grasps at the blanket and the other goes to his shoulder, grip tight there. Holland is far more skilled at this than Kell is, every moment of his mouth, his tongue his throat all drawing him closer to the edge.
"You're gonna make me come." Too soon.
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But, after a few more sucks, the stroke of his fingers, he slide off of him and just takes a pointed moment to look him over.
How has no one snatched you up? Idiots.
"Isn't that what you want?"
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"Yes...no... not so fast."
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"We have time," he assures, "you can come more than once."
Kell was young. His recovery rate was quicker.
Holland leaned in for a kiss but stopped short, "A good boy can come as many times as I let them." And with that he began to stroke him again, not too slow, not too fast but just enough pressure to bring him if Kell didn't hold back.
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When Holland puts it that way he doesn't feel like fighting all that much but he doesn't give in just yet.
"Didn't you want me to be a bad boy?" he points out. It's hard to hold back to not give into the pressure of the other's hand.
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Stroking him slowly, he squeezed and watched his face, "You can come if you want to. Do you want to?"
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His face gets less amused as the other squeezes and he almost lets go.
"I... liked it when I couldn't come," he murmurs. He likes to come too but that feeling of Holland controlling his pleasure in such an obvious way... He might have had more than a few fantasies about it in the past week.
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He sees the exact moment when pleasure starts to become too much and he almost push through it--forcing him.
But, Kells words stop him short and he calmly steals a kiss and waits for the exact moment when he can feel the pressure almost spill over; and cuts it off the way he had before.
"Fine," he hums and slips away to lean back against the headboard beside him, "then you can wait."
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There's a groan of frustration, his cock jerking slightly and his hips lifting searching for the final attention he needed. His breathing is heavy and uneven and it's all he can do not to reach down and finish the job so he grasps the blanket instead looking at Holland.
"Do you like it when you don't let me, Daddy?"
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Watching Kell laying there, wanton, and unable is surprisingly sexy. Knowing that he is technically the only one who can release what was done because Kell didn't know how to do that yet--was even better.
Though, maybe he would figure it out on his own. Or maybe Holland should just tell him incase something ever happened to him before he could release it...
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