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."
"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 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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"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.