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[almostking]

“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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"I want to keep it," Kell says without a thought. He reaches up, fingers brushing over the bite mark and he looks up at Holland. "I want to keep anything you do to my body."

[almostking]

“Why?”

The question it out before he can even think to keep it to himself. The admission carries a weight that Holland still isn’t used to. An importance that makes his heart beat to life in ways he had forgotten it could.

But then he thought of the mark on his own shoulder; still blood stained. Still achy.

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Kell doesn't answer right away, fingering the mark a little longer before dropping his hand into the water.

"Because... it marks me as yours. Because when you're not here it'll be something I can touch to remind me how you felt."

[almostking]

It’s brief but the look that crosses his face is a mixture of disbelief, amusement and maybe even a little shyness.

But he just gives a low sound of agreement and resumes cleaning because infection would be a pain.

The rest of the bath is done in almost complete silence until he clears his throat and says, “You still need to clean yourself,” he pauses, “out, I mean.”

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"Do I?" Kell asks, looking up at Holland and he's thoroughly relaxed by this point, letting Holland wash him had been intimate and calming and he found he actually really liked it.

His hand traced the edge the bath with his fingertips.

[almostking]

Relaxing backwards against the rear end of the tub, Holland eventually offers a half shrug and closes his eyes to enjoy the water a little while longer.

“I suppose you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmurs.

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Kell reaches out, fingers finding Holland's hand and shifting closer to him.

"When do you have to go back?" he questions, voice soft. He knows eventuallY Rhy will call for him but he hasn't yet.

[almostking]

“Not until dawn,” Things were always left in capable hands or else he would never leave at all.

If he couldn’t at least steal always moments like these...

Opening his eyes again he watched Kell slide closer, “Miss me already?”

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Kell smiles at the answer and he moves closer still.

"Of course," he answers, leaning in to kiss him and then shifting back. When he leans against the wall of the tub one of his hands disappears underneath the water, between his legs. Fingers tease at the tender entrance as he meets Holland's eyes. His breath catching as he does it.

"Why can't I get enough of you?"

[almostking]

Holland watches him lazily but intently at the same time. He can tell by the flutter of lashes what Kell is doing and just that knowing is enough to make him sink deeper into the water. There’s a warmth that starts to pool low in his belly again and he shakes some water off of his hand before running his fingers back through his own hair.

“How do you know it’s me and not just sex with men that you can’t get enough of? You’ve finally indulged and now you’re insatiable. That could have little to do with me, you know, and more to do with having something inside of you for a change.”

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Kell lets his head rest back as a finger presses in and he bites his lip for a moment. He hadn't done this to himself yet. It'd always been Holland's fingers that touch him there. His eyelids are heavy as he watches the other antari.

"It's you," Kell says softly. "It's you and the way there's... magic..." he doesn't know how to explain it exactly. "I always wanted you, maybe not like this... but," he looks away. He'd always felt a connection. His finger slips in deeper and he bites his lip to keep from making a sound.

"I know it's because it's you, Holland."

[almostking]

Leaning forward, Holland brushes his mouth against the others jaw and reaches into the water to let his fingers tinker with Kells length. He never actually grabs it, strokes it, just teases his fingertips along it.

They don’t exactly have much time left. Not with the way Rhy was, but Holland could linger here in Kells room when he’s summoned.

“It’s in our blood,” the connection. The desire. The want. He bites the inside of his lip just hard enough to cut the skin, then turns Kells face towards his again for a kiss; smearing it over his bottom lip in the process, “Do you want more?”

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Kell's eyelids flutter shut as he tilts his head with the other's mouth. His hips lift at the teasing, wanting more than just those teasing fingertips but then again he's done that to Holland before, if but briefly. His eyes open again as he's guided to look at Holland, face him.

He kisses him, the taste of blood delicious somehow... making desire that much more intense. He can't argue that it's in their blood, the connection, the magic? Everything. His tongue brushed over his lips before he answered.

"Yes." He very dearly calls him Daddy again but he holds back.

[almostking]

“On your knees,” he orders softly.

Once Kell is up he moves to nudge him into leaning against the edge of the tub. One hand smoothes along the others ass tracing cool fingertips along his skin.

“What do you want more of?”

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Heat shot through Kell at the order. His finger slipped away and his hands go to the side of the tub as he got on his knees, pressed against the edge. His eyes close as the other's fingers move over his skin, leaving his skin tingling in the wake of his touch.

"You."

[almostking]

Shifting up behind the younger man, he ignored the soft splash of water and ran his hands up and then down his back.

When he leaned over to whisper lowly into his ear, his hips pressed forward; the tip of his length, already mostly hard again just from watching, against his entrance to test the waters, “Are you always going to be this willing, baby boy? Or do you plan on fighting me at some point?”

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The water added a whole other level of sensation as Holland moved closer, the tip of his length a teasing feeling against his entrance and he rocks back slightly.

"Do you want me to fight you?"

And he would, there's no way they would always be on the same page.

But he pulled away from Holland, turning around to look at him. "What would you do if I did?"

[almostking]

“Ah-Ah...there is something very important missing from those questions....”

If Kell was going to latch onto the title then he better learn when to use it.

Shifting away, he stopped touching him altogether and waited.

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Kell is surprised. Holland pulling away even if he'd moved first is unexpected. He bit the inside of his cheek as he ached for his touch again.

"Daddy," he huffs out the word a little.

[almostking]

Is it really all that unexpected, though? Did Kell expect Holland to just chase him forever now all because he'd found a way to save him?

Chasing someone, or something, was still a work in progress for Holland. It was easier now, in this reprieve from the hell he had called his life for so long, but it was still new. Still something that would make him pause and question.

But his eyes flick up again and focus on Kells face at the sound of that word. Reaching up he cupped the back of the others neck and twisted him back around and pushed him back into the position he had been in prior to his little stunt. Leaning in again he breathed cold air across the unhealed bite mark, "Was that so hard to remember?"

"Maybe that's where your lessons should start," he adds softly and guides his length between the others cheeks again, but this time his own impatience and want have kicked in and he pushes all the way inside of him again.

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No, Kell didn't really expect that but still Holland hadn't done anything like that with him since they'd started this but then again Kell hadn't tried to rebel either. He met the other's eyes as the other cupped the back of his neck, biting down on his lip as he's pressed back around. His hands go back to the edge of the tub, shivering at Holland's words, at the way his breath caressed the broken skin -- reminding him of how it'd felt when the other bit him.

"Lesson to call you Daddy?" Kell asks, but the last word hitches into a groan as the other pressed inside of him and he pressed back against him.

[almostking]

"In manners," Holland corrects quietly around a groan. Kell is still slick inside thanks to him being stubborn or perverted, he can't tell. It's easy to rock into him, slow at first, grinding himself around just to make a point.

Well, really, it was less about general manners and more about the manners he would require if Kell really wanted this to be...their thing.

"If you want to call me Daddy, you need to do it respectfully." Or, be punished for it.

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Kell's head bowed some as Holland moved slowly, almost a teasing grind of his hips. He wanted to push back for him to thrust harder. He can't focus completely on it, though, distracted by the conversation they were still having.

"Respectfully? Really?" he exhales, trying to rock back against him again.

[almostking]

"You're handing over authority to me by giving me the title. Are you certain you want to do that?" Holland continued on conversationally, keeping his movements steady, languid. Just enough to cause sensation.

He leaned over and brushed his lips across the broken skin of the bite, "I can teach you, take care of you, guide you, but I can also punish you and demand things of you. If that is what you want--keep calling me that. If you do not, we will end it today."

Not this. The sex. The meetings. The...friendship.

But for all the boundaries he would be giving Kell, it would go both ways. If that isn't what Kell wants, then it wouldn't be right for Holland to assume he could do certain things.