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."
"Yours," Kell exhales and he looks at the other, enjoying the way that
Holland looks at him with desire, anticipation. He strokes a few more
times, taking his time with it. His tongue brushed over the tip of the
other's cock before wrapping his lips around the head, tongue pressing flat
against the head as he sucked, hand still stroking as he pays extra
attention to it.
That felt so damned good and he had barely even started. Holland watched him and practically melted against the headboard while the other antari worked him. one hand held onto one of the loops of the headboard while the other carded briefly through Kells hair before dropping to grip the sheets.
One leg bent carefully and the other slid further apart to give Kell more room, "Fuck...more."
Kell closed his eyes when the other's hand went through his hair and he's slightly disappointed when it dropped away but he shifted more comfortably as the other gave him more room to work with.
His hand stroked downward and stayed holding the base of the other's cock as he took him in deeper, sucking as he did and bobbing his head up and down. The taste of the other filled his mouth and made him moan around him.
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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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"Yours," Kell exhales and he looks at the other, enjoying the way that Holland looks at him with desire, anticipation. He strokes a few more times, taking his time with it. His tongue brushed over the tip of the other's cock before wrapping his lips around the head, tongue pressing flat against the head as he sucked, hand still stroking as he pays extra attention to it.
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One leg bent carefully and the other slid further apart to give Kell more room, "Fuck...more."
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His hand stroked downward and stayed holding the base of the other's cock as he took him in deeper, sucking as he did and bobbing his head up and down. The taste of the other filled his mouth and made him moan around him.