Holland definitely has his limits. They may be different than everyone else’s but they were there.
His hips press forward into the pull of Kells hands and another moan starts but it shifts into a growl that has his lips straying from the kiss to move along jaw and throat; biting wherever he actually can.
“Hold one hand up....give me heat. Not fire. Just the temperature,” he murmurs.
Humming softly he reaches up with his opposite hand and makes it hover over Kells. Instead of heat he produces cold and just waits for the two to combine into a sort of tingling, sparking sensation.
“I want to try combining our magic and see what happens,” he murmurs, slowly dropping his hand away and cutting off the connection in favor of moving kisses along the others throat.
The truth was that they could do the same things for the most part but he’d always been curious about a partnership. A mingling of skills.
"Hm," Kell smiles briefly and his hand lowers again as the other's kisses trail down. His head tilts back once more always willing to expose his throat.
"You want me to be bad, you want to combine our magic. What else do you want?" Kell asks, his hand going to the other's side, trailing along it with a scrape of nails.
“No, you don’t have to,” Holland snorted softly, “I was just answering your question. Just because it is a want doesn’t mean it has to happen. You come more often than I deserve as is,” shifting, he crawled slowly downwards. Trailing kisses along Kells skin in his wake.
He hums and bites gently around a hip bone, “Do not anger Rhy anymore than necessary.”
"I want to," Kell says and his hand comes away from the other's side to rake through the other's hair as he looks over him. He inhales sharply at the bite, fingers curling in a bit harder.
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.
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His hips press forward into the pull of Kells hands and another moan starts but it shifts into a growl that has his lips straying from the kiss to move along jaw and throat; biting wherever he actually can.
“Hold one hand up....give me heat. Not fire. Just the temperature,” he murmurs.
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The instruction confuses Kell and he's tempted to ask why. His brow furrows but he lifts up one hand, focusing for a moment on creating heat.
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“Do you feel that?”
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"I do," he says. It's a strange one and he's not sure he understands just why yet.
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The truth was that they could do the same things for the most part but he’d always been curious about a partnership. A mingling of skills.
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"You want me to be bad, you want to combine our magic. What else do you want?" Kell asks, his hand going to the other's side, trailing along it with a scrape of nails.
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But truth wins out because... “...you to come more often.”
Only because it was easier for Kell to be here than it was for Holland to go there. There people still hated him.
Here...it was different.
“You’re still a generalized pain in my ass but I enjoy your company.”
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"I can try to," he finally says. Maybe not always for a few days like this but he could more often steal away.
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He hums and bites gently around a hip bone, “Do not anger Rhy anymore than necessary.”
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"He will get over 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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