“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...
Kell finally is able to focus a little better, meeting Holland's gaze and he reaches one hand to brush over the other's thigh, to the inside of it and then to his cock, wrapping around it.
"I like that you can control when I can," he says, pressing his lips to Holland's shoulder and then his jaw. "And all I can think about is you."
Swallowing softly, he watches as Kells body shifts. His focus is on the feel of the others hand against his skin and then around his length. He throbs faintly under the touch and his lids hood from the pleasure of it.
Holland’s eyes slowly closed and he tipped his head back as Kell touched him. The smooth feel of his palm wrapped around him, stroking, and the touch of his mouth against his skin was a magic all in itself.
He swallowed a groan and reached to pull Kell closer. Closer. Closer.
“You do, baby,” he murmured through a pleased hiss, “you’ve always made me feel good.”
Kell doesn't resist. His hand strokes faster as he finally shifts and kisses down the other's body until his mouth is near the other's cock and he looks up at him.
"Good," he grins and he can't help but give himself a few strokes even if he can't get off. "I like making you feel good."
Looking down the length of his own body, he watched Kell. His mouth is so close that his cock twitches in the others hand, anticipating the warm, wet slide of tongue against it.
His own tongue slides absently along his bottom lip and his focus shifts to Kells other hand on his own cock, "Mine."
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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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"I like that you can control when I can," he says, pressing his lips to Holland's shoulder and then his jaw. "And all I can think about is you."
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"What do you think?"
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He strokes him more firmly, his thumb rubbing over the tip as he presses his lips to the other's shoulder and then his neck.
"And I just want to make you feel good, Daddy."
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He swallowed a groan and reached to pull Kell closer. Closer. Closer.
“You do, baby,” he murmured through a pleased hiss, “you’ve always made me feel good.”
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"Good," he grins and he can't help but give himself a few strokes even if he can't get off. "I like making you feel good."
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His own tongue slides absently along his bottom lip and his focus shifts to Kells other hand on his own cock, "Mine."
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