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"You know it's different," Kell counters. Delilah is different. Something would be missing if either of them were gone. Maybe it's not being alone that he's wanting to escape now. He doesn't know how to put into words the storm inside of him. His thumbs brush along the other's cheek bone and slowly they drift lower after the kisses, to his shoulders, his chest. Sometimes lingering on a particular scar here or there.

Kell inhaled sharply when a second finger pressed in, it was a bit more of a sting but it's nothing he couldn't handle. He isn't fragile, pain isn't a stranger and that's such a brief and small pain. He knew it would be worth it.

"Would you deny me an attempt of being whole?"

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Holland closed his eyes and just breathed, listening to the thrum of their hearts beating. The waves just outside. The flatter of others on the ship. He listened to the breath as it passed through Kells lips and chased it. The kisses were warmer things. Things that wanted to hold on. Regretful things.

“...I’m open to other ideas if you can’t think of them.”

He doubted there was anything but if it made Kell stop.

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Kell's lips are warm and they tingle even when their lips are apart, the memory, the magic still there.

"You aren't intent on it being a suicide mission?" Kell asks and he should be quiet, let this conversation go for later. Right now, there were two fingers inside of him and he wants more. But the thought, the desire for Holland, for more.. that unless wouldn't go away.

But he'd try to quiet it for the time being.

"Just... accept what I am giving you, we'll talk later," he says before Holland can answer.

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It was brief, but Holland chuckled quietly. The sound was foreign even to his own ears, but he couldn’t deny his amusement when Kell finally decided the conversation could wait.

Those two fingers turned and curled; searching for something while stretching him as thoroughly as he could. Really, it would be enough. Antari were accustomed to pain and they would heal—

— but this time he pulled back, sitting down so he could lean back on his hands, “I need you to use that mouth now for something other than trying to convince me to stay.” A single brow arched and he glanced down at his cock where it lay heavy against the apex of his thighs.

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That chuckle... Kell's mind latched onto it, he'd keep that memory close. It's rarer than one of his smiles.

For a moment it disappears, everything disappears when those fingers find... something and a burst of pleasure is suddenly making everything fade but then it's gone to soon, leaving Kell stunned and breathless.

Kell's eyes take in the other as he leans back, the lines of his body, the other's cock. And he felt a deep longing, an ache.

It's clear the words made him nervous as he starts to push himself up.

"Alright," he agrees. He'd never done it but he's been pleasured this way. It couldn't be too difficult.

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Holland can see that and draws him in for a softer kiss, “I just need to be wet. You don’t have to linger.” His eyes slid down to focus on Kells mouth and he briefly bit his own bottom lip.

He would give much to be able to memorize this man for hours somewhere comfortable.

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Kell lets that kiss relax him. He's sure Rhy would have scoffed at the idea of them not using proper materials but Kell had had no reason to *have* those. And this would be enough for him. He shifts after the kiss, moving to his stomach and propping himself up on one elbow as he strokes Holland with the other hand.

He leans in, his tongue brushing against the tip, once, experimentally to get a taste, then grips the base as his tongue slides down along the underside.

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Proper materials would have been ideal but since neither of them could actually just wander out of the cabin and ask for them they had to make due.

Holland could feel Kell relax a little. Enough to settle down and lick him. The touch of that warm tongue was almost electric and Holland groaned. Instinctively he reached to slide a hand back through Kells hair; momentarily distracted by the softness of it.

“Good boy...”

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Kell is encouraged by the other's hand in his hair as he licks around the other's cock, every inch of it. There's a visible shudder when Holland said those words, a quiet sound against the other's length. Yes, he likes being told he's a good boy very much apparently.

Then he does start to take him into his mouth, sucking on the tip. He doesn't try to do anything fancy or slow. He just takes him as deep as he can, feeling his throat contract as he works to get the other's cock wetter.

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Definitely full of surprises, this one.

Holland cards his fingers through that red hair, enjoying the soft wavy curl of it as it slips between his fingers. He gently massages his fingertips into his scalp and watches almost lazily as Kell explores him; taking his time and Holland can't make himself rush him. It's too good.

Muscles flutter and his cock twitches against the youngers tongue, all too eager for the attention, precome puddling at the tip and smearing against the others tongue. But it's been too long...

He twists his fingers in Kells hair, a warning--he just needed to be wet.

"Mmmm..."

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Kell lets Holland's cock fall from his lips, looking up at him. He shifts back, the taste of Holland still on his tongue, his lips. It's a pleasant thing to him. It had all felt sort of clumsy to him but he thought with practice he could be good at it.

"Holland," he whispers, his heart felt too loud, pounding in his chest as he looks at the older Antari.

"Please."

Kell's ready for him.

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Practice that would have to be done on someone else. But Holland had no doubt that Kell would end up good at the act. He was good at anything he practiced.

For a moment, he just looks down at him; beautiful boy with so much potential and power. Beautiful boy that would grow into an even better man than magician. Beautiful boy that he knew he should have turned away a second time for both of their sakes, but he couldn't.

'Please.'

Pushing forward, he drew Kell up enough to push him onto his back with a kiss. He could taste himself on the others lips but he didn't mind it, after a moment it was just all Kell anyway. Both hands adjusted them so that he was between the youngers legs, brushing his cock against his entrance and briefly he enjoyed the instinctive way his muscles fluttered at the inevitable intrusion.

"I will stop if you tell me to," he murmurs and looks over his face, "Don't close your eyes..."

He wanted to see--the eyes don't lie.

And he pressed carefully forward, wishing again that they had the proper preparations for this, but it would just take longer, more care and that was okay.

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Unless.

Truly, Kell might not have allowed Holland to turn him away so easily anymore. He'd grown since they first met, since he'd given Holland that coin. But it didn't matter because Holland is there, between his legs... He's there pressing against him, and Kell couldn't control his muscles, the push and pull of nerves and anticipation. He had been looking toward where their bodies were almost joined when Holland spoke.

"I won't want you to stop," Kell's confident even if he's nervous, even if this is all new and he's lost more control than he'd usually be okay with.

There's a gasp, when Holland pushes in. Kell felt his body give way to it. He struggles to keep his eyes open in that moment, eyelids fluttering. It's a mixture... some pain, something else, pleasure not quite there yet.

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Reaching up, he brushed his thumb along the others jaw and carefully watched his face, "Breathe," he murmured. He searches for signs of actual pain and lets his body move on the others cues. When the muscles give, he pushes a little more, idly rocking, short little movements to coax Kells body to let him in.


Brushing his nose against his cheek, he breathes against his ear, little murmurs, maybe a secret or two, words of magic he knows Kell doesn't know. Distracting him from it until he can fully seat himself.

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Kell almost laughs at the reminder, though, he doesn't know why. But it does remind him to focus, and he does focus on inhaling, exhaling until his heart slows a little, it becomes easier to relax as the other pushes, rocks and he can feel the promise of how could this can feel.

He shifts his head as the other's nose brushes against his cheek. He lets himself close his eyes for a moment when Holland is against his ear. He couldn't see. The words are familiar somehow, in the way most things magic do have some ...connection... but the meaning doesn't come to him.

Something keeps him from asking, instead just focusing on the sound of Holland's voice, the tingling sensation on his ear that spreads outward over his scalp and then down his spine. He noticed then his hands had grabbed at the cot beneath him and he lets go in favor of touching Holland again.

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Once seated he slowly rolls his hips, shallow motions and reached down to adjust the others legs just a touch.

Only then does he pull back enough to look down into the others face again, a hint of a smile hidden there in his gaze as he steadies himself and just enjoys the feeling for a moment, “Good?”

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Kell kept his mind focused on breathing as the other pulls out. That sensation was a bit less nice than going in had been but he knew it would shift, pass. He could sense it on the edges of it all. He just needs to loosen up, to relax more.

"Good," he responds, looking up at the other and he means it.

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How could someone feel this good? Kells body, from no-use, was vice tight and wrapped around Hollands cock so perfectly that he was beginning to regret his fate. Kell could still think of another way, but Holland knew better than to hope.

Rolling his hips, slow at first he pushed as deeply inside of the other as he could before pulling almost completely out again just to repeat it all over again. Each time was a little easier, Kells body giving into the sensations, the friction and any precome that leaked was helping to slicken the way.

Holland hummed lowly, groaning with each thrust. Eventually his forehead pressed against the others again, resting there, breaths mingling as their bodies found a rhythm of their own. each feeding off of the other.

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Kell's hands had come to grip at Holland's sides as the other's cock continued to move, working his body to be more open and each thrust there was less discomfort and more pleasure.

When Holland's forehead pressed to his own, Kell closed his eyes and focused on their bodies. As it began to feel more and more pleasurable it became harder to stay quiet... low moans, some more sharp were quickly bitten down on. He didn't want anyone to burst in and ruin this moment.

He felt closer to Holland than he ever had another person, it's not just their physical connection... okay perhaps there is one person he had felt closer to but does it really count when it's a soul bond?

His hips started to rock into Holland's, shifting his weight to make it easier.

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Absently, Holland wondered if Rhy could feel this.

And then he realized he didn't care. All of his focus was on Kell. The way his body moved; rocking to meet him, spurring him on to move faster, harder because--he needed this. He needed Kell. Kell was a lifeline, the only lifeline he had left.

He panted and enjoyed the moans, the sharper ones he covered with his mouth, devouring the younger Antari with kisses. Hungry things will of their own brand of affection. The only thing that would really give them away with the blasted cot.

Holland didn't care about that either.

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Kell knew that Rhy could but he’s not sure exactly to what extent. It didn’t matter. Rhy wouldn’t necessarily know the details although maybe that makes it worse...

But his attention is on the hips, moving faster and harder and it is getting more difficult to stay quiet even with the hungry kisses that Holland gives. Kell is just as hungry, tongue and teeth periodically getting in the mix— biting hard at Holland’s norm lip maybe a bit too hard before he shifts a hand to the others hair dragging his head up.

“If it keeps feeling so good I don’t know if your mouth is enough to save us.”

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There was a certain type of thrill he felt at having Kells fingers in his hair, tugging his head away. Lust was there, sitting so purely in his gaze that he couldn't hide it even if he had wanted to. It felt...weirdly like the lock on his cage kept steadily rattling open.

Holland didn't stop moving but he did mentally pause to think, "...Is magic allowed?"

Do you trust me?

It would be something Kell could easily break but if it helped, a spell was worth a try.

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Kell meets Holland's gaze and his own was full of lust of an affection hidden deep and starved for so many years.

"Yes," he bit down on a moan, the other's cock inside of him felt better than he could have imagined, sometimes brushing against that spot his fingers had informed him existed with a white burst of molton pleasure.

Kell trusts Holland whether that is for better or worse it remains to be seen.

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Trust is a tricky concept when it came to their kind. It was almost standard for them to just have trust issues; and they did.

Holland shook his head and stole another kiss before nosing along his cheek to nip softly at the lobe of his ear. "No magic. You need to learn more control," he hummed lowly, "Bite me if you have to." Luckily, they weren't afraid of a little blood.

His thrusts quickened, eager and wanton as the friction drove them closer to that inevitable edge. Especially considering it was the first time for one, and it was the first in a long time for the other. As it were, the little breaths, the gasps, the groans of pleasure mixed with the rumbling in the younger mans chest made his own cock pulse in pleasure. He wanted suddenly, so badly, to claim this one for his own.

It was a stupid thing to want but he wanted it.

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Kell wants to argue. really? His control is great but Holland is just... making him feel so good. How is he supposed to be quiet about it? He groans softly but he doesn’t bother arguing. Holland is about as stubborn as he is, he knows that.

Kell pulls on the older antari’s hair until he can press his face into the crook of his neck— inhaling the scent that is uniquely him. His fingers slip out of his hair, nails digging into his back as the others thrusts got faster, a bit harder and just making Kell lose his mind — lose his control. He felt a loud moan rising and his teeth pressed against the curve of the others throat. He bit hard and then harder when another moan threatened. Nails dragged down the others back, likely breaking skin in their wake as was the hard bite as his body tightened around Holland.

He is right there on the edge.