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Another one of those phantom smiles starts to tick the corners of his mouth up, and while one hand stays near Kells hip; smoothing over, gripping, touching. The other slips up into the back of the others hair, keeping him close. Holland noses along the opposite curve of Kells neck and presses a kiss to the base of his jaw.

"Yes, you are," he hums, dropping one hand for leverage so he can roll his hips in time with Kells movements, meeting him half-way, "You're very good."

Kell would touch more but his focus is on moving, on the muscles that have to work harder in this position and the sound as their hips meet. He bites into the other's skin like he had before. It's not to stay quiet this time but more because he had liked biting him, knew Holland had liked it too.

Each thrust brings him closer to the edge and he tightens when the other tells him he's good. One hand starts to brush down Holland's chest, tracing a scar here or there as his hand moves between their bodies. Once it's low enough he wraps his fingers around his cock to stroke. The movements as he rode Holland's cock weren't all that fluid but there's a need and a want to it.

"Please," he pants against the other's neck though he's not sure for what as he bites another spot, the temptation to bite just enough for a little blood is there.

Holland doesn't need to see it to know where Kells hand is going. He feels it tracing over his own skin, his scars, and then he feels the subtle bump of his fist against his stomach. A growl starts in his throat and Holland bites down around the the muscle of Kells shoulder; it's almost a permission to bite him harder if he wants to.

But in the meantime, his hips roll faster, bucking harder into the others entrance when he feels him clench around him like that.

"Harder," he groan around saliva damp skin.

Kell moans against Holland's skin, his muscles clenching again when the other bites him. His other hand had clawed into the other's upper back. He starts to lower himself faster, harder as the other thrusts upward. His hand is erratic on his cock, stopping more often than not at the overwhelming amount of sensation, at having to focus on his moving his hips for Holland.

He bit down again, continuing to bite until skin broke and he can taste blood but he doesn't lift away from the area letting his tongue lave over it making both the other's shoulder and his face a mess but he didn't care. There's a lot that didn't matter when he was with Holland he's finding out.

Reaching in, he took the hand from Kells cock and urged it up around his shoulder instead.

“You don’t need that,” Black and green closed as Kells teeth punctured his skin; the scent of blood in the air was oddly arousing and he groaned in pleasure before he finally bit down hard enough himself to give Kell the same offering.

And the taste was pleasant. Sweet. Like wine dosed with copper.

Holland moaned again and slid his tongue through the little pool of blood before he reached back to brace himself with both hands. When he was able to pull back, he actually smirked at the mess smeared over Kells mouth and chin.

Kell very nearly protests at having his hand pulled away from his cock which aches for some attention. But he doesn't not this time. This time he's enough in it to want to just be good there'll be plenty of time for being a brat and defiant. Kell moans low when the other bites down hard, shuddering at the pain that towed the line with pleasure so perfectly some how.

He licks at his lips when the other pulls back. His hips were moving unsteadily, no set rhythm just a desperate search for pleasure, for more, for completion. His eyes were hooded as he looked at Holland, breath uneven.

"You feel so good, Daddy," he says and the words are almost mumbled, just enough clarity to feel some shyness despite everything. Maybe it just would never completely go away.

Part of Holland never wanted the shyness to go away. But, they were still technically at the beginning of whatever it was they were together. Anything could happen. Kell had a certain spark to him that Holland knew would kick in eventually, causing him to become a pest in certain ways.

(And he looked forward to that time.)

But for now, with the added leverage he's able to thrust up faster into the others body, somehow making up for the lack of fluidness with something stronger, hitting deeper in a way that could only happen in a position like this. His own cock throbbed, steadily slicking the others walls with so much precome that he knew he was right there. It would just take a little more.

"Baby boy...please..." he panted, heart pounding in his ears, "Come for me."

Kell feels a little unsteady as the other starts to thrust harder, deeper inside of him. He could feel the other's precome making him slicker and he was so close as his hands curled against the other's sides when all he wanted to do was touch himself. But each thrust was bringing him closer to the edge.

And some of those thrusts were hitting just right inside of him, leaving him crying out when they did, pleasure sparking.

"Fuck, Daddy," he pants, feeling it rising up and his hands tightened their hold enough to leave lingering marks probably when he did come. His body tightened around the other's cock, stopping his own movements and moaning Holland's name far too loudly as the pleasure washes over him.

The little inflictions of pain add to the pleasure, but it's when Kell clenches around him that pushes him over the edge almost at exactly the same moment the other does. Faintly he can feel his own cock throb inside of him, the coil snapping hard enough that he has the bite the inside of his cheek so hard that it draws blood so that he doesn't just--

--....give it all away.

Even in the haze of his orgasm, he locks his gaze on the other Antari with a look that is so clearly his own brand of amusement that not even Kell could deny that.

Well, if people didn't know who it was Kell was with before--they did now.

It might be better that he doesn't yell Daddy like that at least. He meets the other's eyes and then he his orgasm starts to fade away. He tries to steady is breathing in the aftermath, feeling shaky and unsteady and a burn in his thighs as he looks over the other. There's a light throb in his shoulder as he looks over the other in the aftermath of pleasure.

"Fuck," he whispers once he's not caught up in the heat of the moment, leaning to press a kiss tot he other's lips.

Holland just lays back when Kell kisses him. Both hands move up to cradle and hold his face so he won't pull away, and he just catches his breath in between kisses.

It take a few moments, but when no one comes banging on the door, he relaxes completely and adjusts to smooth his hands up and down the others back, nosing up against him.

"...at least it wasn't Daddy you yelled." The corner of his mouth ticked up.

Kell closes his eyes and settles down when Holland lays back, laying over him. He can taste the hint of blood still and he enjoys it, maybe too much. It'd never had that effect on him before. Holland had changed so many things. He relaxes at the other's hands caressing over him, exhaling.

"Shut up," Kell mutters, flushing and nuzzling his face in, mostly to hide it.

Holland didn't move for a while but he did eventually have to shift enough to slip out of the others body or else face some serious discomfort. Even if he hated doing it.

His hands moved up and down his back, sometimes light, sometimes scratching, sometimes in a half massage, but in the end he stretched and pushed his own hair back and just lounged like some lazy cat that was unbothered by the weight still on top of him.

But he had shut up, at least.

Until he shifted again and looked over at the other antari's face, "You should shower."

Kell makes a small sound as Holland pulls out, nuzzling the other slightly and already missing being full of the other. He relaxes more as he just focuses on the tags. It's quiet and relaxing there in the moment just taking in the other's body heat and the pleasant sated feeling.

"I don't want to move," Kell says, glancing at the other.

Holland considers their options but then carefully shifts so that he can sit up, with Kell still in his lap and climbs off of the bed so he can just carry the younger man into the bathroom.

"Too bad," he murmurs, "You must. Or else you'll feel all kinds of unpleasant."

Itchy and sticky, mostly.

Setting Kell on the counter, he slips away to draw a bath.

Kell would have been perfectly capable of getting down and moving himself but he just wraps his arms around Holland and lets him carry him to the bathroom and the counter. He leans back some as he watches Holland, his head pressing to the cool wall briefly.

"You like it that Kell can feel some of the things you do to me, don't you?"

He doesn’t look up from the water, testing temperature and adding some things to it but, he nods faintly.

“I enjoy that for once he’s not the only one who gets to enjoy himself while you have to sit through it,” he agrees and finally looks over, flicking a finger to beckon him closer to the tub.

“Get in.”

Kell smiles briefly and he shakes his head as he slips off the counter and moves to step into the bath, sinking into the water with a sigh.

"I never minded... it's the way things always have been in a way."

“A part of you minded,” Holland corrected because there was no way it couldn’t have.

He stayed where he was, knelt beside the tub when Kell stepped in and sank down to sit in the water. His eyes roamed slowly over the others face and then slowly stood to retrieve a wash cloth.

Kell glances at Holland briefly at that and then looks away staying quietly. He can't really lie to Holland. He'd never been able to really. He hadn't tried all that often either but he doesn't even want to now.

He focused a moment on the water while the other moved away and exhales.

"Rhy will be upset if he founds out about us."

That it's Holland.

“That will be the pot calling the kettle, then considering he still rendezvous with someone you can’t stand either,” Holland shrugged lightly and calmly climbed into the back of the tub, making himself comfortable and wetting down the cloth.

He paused, though and shook his head, “I have neither good nor ill will against your brother. But I will call a hypocrite out if I must.”

Kell could be angry if he wanted to. Holland would get over it.

"I don't mind him as much anymore," Kell mutters, reluctantly but it's true since he'd found out what really happens. His eyes move to Holland again. "And you know it's different."

Rhy still blamed Holland for a lot of things despite that he had been there to save the Kingdom. He didn't bring it up though and glanced over at the other at the comment, raising a brow.

Holland just went silent. Some matters were best kept quiet about. Rhy and Kells connection was one of those matters.

He went back to the cloth, wetting it again, soaping it up, fluffing it, and then just as silently reaching to help wash the younger man from shoulder to back, over his arms and back up to focus on the bite mark he had left.

Kell is quiet as he watches the other's movements, and he stayed still as he let the other wash him. He smiles to himself as he did.

"You like to take care of me, too..."

It's a strange thing, to be taken care of. The attention to the bite mark he inhales sharply as the other focuses over it. The area tender but just like when the other had made the mark he enjoys the pain.

“Would you like to keep it or shall I heal it for me you?” Holland asked, the cloth hovering over the wound.

In regards to care—he did like to care for Kell. It was a new thing for him but after the visits to his cell. After the ship. After being shone a semblance of trust from the younger man, he wanted to care for him.

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