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[almostking]

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.

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Pain was almost a special ingredient at this point. It was something they were so used to that when it was given in a way that wasn't meant to actually harm--it was quite pleasant.

Kells nails clawed at his back and he arched into them, his pace switching to something harder, desperate. But it was the teeth and the vibrations of a moan that had his insides turning into butterflies.

Holland was the definition of control, and yet he felt like he had absolutely none in that moment. A hot coil in his gut snapped and he moaned, barely catching himself by a bitten lip as his body surged, spilling deep inside of its younger counterpart. reveling in the tight clenching of muscle.

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Kell enjoys the way the other arches into his nails, the way he starts moving harder. It makes him dig in a little deeper, moan a little louder against his neck and in turn biting just a little deeper, feeling blood there.

Then there's a minute where he feels it, the magic more electric in the moment he felt Holland spilling inside of him. One of his hand drops to touch himself because he's right there, so close and all it took was a stroke, maybe too for him to come, his body spasming around him some and clenching and he nearly forgot to stay quiet, to bite and he had found another spot to bite down on rather than abuse the same one, done without conscious thought of doing it.

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The double bite was perfection. The scent of blood in the air, it was something familiar and exciting in ways that probably only Antari ever felt. But it was the way Kell clung to him with both nails and teeth and body—-everything in that moment was just Kell.

And it almost broke his heart.

Holland curled around him, his hips rolling languidly until they were both sated. And then he noses against his neck and nipped his shoulder almost playfully before slowly melting on top of him.

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Kell held on even as the pleasure fades away. The grip on his back gets looser his other hand to the side and he exhales as his head drops back, mouth surely bloody. He licks his lips like, eyelids heavy as he looks up at Holland.

His body still felt so alive and he didn’t want the moment to end because what if he couldn’t find a way to save him.

The thought ached more than just in his heart but his soul too and he vaguely apologized to Rhy in his head for it.

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Holland slowly lifted his head and stared almost adoringly down into the others face. But he couldn't allow himself to care more than he was able. Time wasn't exactly on their side here but he couldn't find it in himself to pull away.

The blood was mostly licked clean from Kells lips, but Holland chased the remains anyway. Magic sung in their blood and even if it was his own, there was something different about it in this moment.

He noses him lightly and peppered his mouth with two more kisses before he slid off so that he was only half on top of Kell; removing some of the weight.

"Well. No one has barged through the door, at least," he murmurs thickly, "I suppose I should be proud of you."

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Kell savors then kisses, the others weight even as he slid off of him. He let his hand fall away from his back. He brushed that hand through his hair trying to collect his thoughts, catch his breath.

Yes they hadn’t been discovered or at least not interrupted. He supposed that is a win.

“I can’t believe you were calling me a good boy,” he can’t believe how much he likes it even more.

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Holland was blinking lazily, oddly content and calm where he was laying beside the younger man. One hand held his head, the other traced along one scar and then another.

But then bis brows rose in amusement and he murmured, "I can't believe you liked it."

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Kell studies Holland and exhales a laugh, an actual laugh.

“I can’t believe it either,” but he’s not embarrassed he enjoys it still somehow despite it being strange and something he’d never have anticipating liking.

He leans over and kisses him softly, almost too tender.

“Will you help me keep you alive?”

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Genuinely happy emotions being expressed are so foreign at this point that Holland doesn't react at first. But the sound is sweet, and the fact that it's coming from Kell of all people makes it mean more. Kell wasn't as jaded as he was, but he still wasn't a bubbly ray of sunshine either.

There was a comment on the tip of his tongue but the kiss gives him pause and he melts slowly into it. Leaning to make sure it lingers as long as possible.

"Kell," he sighs softly and reaches to cup the back of the others head, keeping him close, "If there is a way...yes. If there is not...you have to let me go."

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Kell lets their foreheads press together after the kiss. He wants to stay in the happy moment a while longer but the weight of what’s to come, the idea of letting Holland go feels impossible.

“There has to be a way and we will find it. I need there to be a way, Holland.”

He waited for him so long... Maybr not for this exactly but for something.

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Hope was a dangerous thing to have. Something he didn't allow himself. But in this moment, a small part of him wondered if it would hurt this time as much as it had all of the others.

Hollands eyes closed and he just rested there against Kell, matching their breaths; in, out, in, out, calm...

"Delilah wouldn't approve, you realize." And Delilah was...Kell was really hers. Whatever this was...it wouldn't leave this cabin. "Even if you did save me, she would find another reason to kill me off."