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[almostking]

“We certainly have the time, now,” he tumbled lowly, still quiet, against the back of the others neck.

His hands felt greedy, roaming over the others skin; pulling and guiding his body into position before he finally did shift his hips forward and presses inside of him. This time, he was quicker about it. Less careful thanks to the slick and the proper prep. But even without it he doubted Kell would complain.

His breath stopped and he just pressed his forehead against him, “Kell...”

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Kell would have taken him no matter what prep had been offered. If it had hurt he would have welcomed the pain because it's pain that Holland gave and he knew that it would turn into something else. His hands twisted as the other sank into him and it's far easier this time. There's still a brief moment of burning, stretching but it doesn't linger as long as it had on the ship when they had made do with saliva.

One of his hands loosened and he reached back to touch Holland wherever his fingers reached, grasping at his side. His breathing uneven.

For a moment, Kell almost says his name but the urge to go with the newfound nickname of sorts wins out. He lets out a breath as he focuses on keeping his muscles relaxed, the sensation of being filled is still a new one for him, for his body.

"Daddy, don't stop it feels good," he pants, then ducks his head, pressing his face into the mattress because as much as he turns it on he knows outside these walls how embarrassing such a thing would be.

[almostking]

Holland actually smiles faintly at that. Not so much the name, but the way Kell immediately hides his face because of it.

One hand reaches up, cards through the back of the others hair and grips it just hard enough to pull his head back, and his face out of the sheets. The first few thrusts are slow, grinding things to get acquainted with his body again; a thing he found he missed more than he would like to admit outloud.

"Ah-ah...no hiding. No muffling. I want to hear you." It's almost a coo, but it's low and he follows it with a sharper nip to the shell of Kells ear, "Be a good boy and be louder for me."

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Kell bites his lip as his head is pulled up. The movement of the other inside of him is already amazing. He knows that he really didn’t and doesn’t have to tell Holland, that he can see, feel how much Kell enjoys it. The fact that his cock is hard, leaking still and currently unattended is enough proof.

A whimper escapes Kell, and he wishes that sound hadn’t as the other nips at his ear, head still pulled back. His cock throbs and he tightens around Holland in a quick shudder.

He wants to protest about being loud, about the possibility of getting caught but it’s lost. Still, without arguing he doesn’t let go, doesn’t get loud right away, instead a low moan. “Harder,” he exhales, rocking back as much as he good to urge him. He wants to be a good boy but it’s so hard to let go, to be loud. “Please daddy, fuck me harder.” Not too loud but not as quiet either

[almostking]

Ultimately Holland knows he should be the one handing out orders but when one comes so sweetly as that one, who is he to deny Kell that?

The grip in the others hair shifts from soft to tight and his thrusts turn harder, faster, jostling Kell against the sheets and knocking the bed faintly against the wall.

He releases the others hair and reaches down to yank the pillow free; trusting that Kell will keep his hips raised where they were despite being pushed into. His own cock throbbed, pulsing against the others walls and he groans before moving his hand below to stroke the others cock in tandem.

“You can do better than that, baby boy,” he hums and bites teasingly around his shoulder, “Give me what I want or I’ll stop.”

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Is it so much an order as Kell begging already? Either way he got what he wants, the other’s hips fucking into him harder. He pushed back, keeping his ass raised for Holland as the others hand kept him from lowering his head. He couldn’t hide from anything, though there is nothing to hide from except maybe a part of himself. Maybe the part of him that’s still worried or embarrassed that Rhy feels what Holland is doing, he can feel how much Kell aches for it, aches for more.

The threat is enough to motivate Kell, the last thing he wants is Holland to stop. He can’t stop when they both need this. They both do right? He wonders briefly if Holland would actually stop... maybe it’s something he can test later...but for now the hand, the others cock and his need for both are too great to take a risk.

So louder, he moans as he pushes back into the others thrusts. “Fuck, Daddy.”

He shouldn’t be arguing but he needs to be a good boy. “Please, I want to be a good boy, Daddy,” he’s dripping more onto the bed but it’s too soon to think about release, Holland had just pressed inside.

[almostking]

Holland would stop. But it wouldn’t last. Just long enough to make a point before he took what he wanted now he wanted it and didn’t give Kell a day in it. (Within reason.)

The way Kell rocks back against him is encouragement enough and Holland pulls back and situates himself a bit better behind the other; both hands smoothing down his back and grabbing his hips to help pull him harder onto him with each thrust.

From there the view was...better than he’d ever expected it to be. Kell was eager, still a little shy but also shameless. His body moved in a way that didn’t seem shy at all. Holland slid his hands back further and spread the others cheeks, pulling his entrance taut in the process and holy hell...

“Fuck you’re hot, baby...”

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Honestly, that would be kind of hot and Kell would probably find himself being more turned on than he should be. But for now there’s no need.

There were times where it just seems like his body knows what to do, knows what it needs and what he wants and moved to get it. When he doesn’t have to think it’s easy to do that, to let himself rock back on the others cock. The thrusts were hard enough that each one seemed to draw a low sound from Kell.

Kell’s body tightened around Holland’s cock as he felt his cheeks spread, the ring of muscle pulling and being exposed like that. His head drops slightly but not all the way to the bed.

“Fuck,”he curses. It’s different being fucked like this where he can’t hold onto Holland, can’t easily kiss him and so all the focus goes on the way other thrusts into him, fills his up, the sensation of being pulled taunt and Holland’s eyes taking him in and it’s almost like he can feel that gaze.

[almostking]

Kell can definitely feel the way Hollands eyes are burning into the sight of him like this. All base instinct.

Mine, mine, mine.

Even if it was only half true. It was the way his muscles coiled and snapped, claiming the others body without much thought beyond that: mine.

This wouldn't last, though. The position. It felt amazing, but Holland found he liked the look that crossed the others face when he came, more than this. Pure abandonment would be worth the inevitable flip.

He waited until the moment he knew they were both close and slowed down to an almost hault, and then pulled away to resituate them; tugging Kell into his lap, facing him, because he wanted to see him do the work while he was needy enough to not be shy about it.

"Move."

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Kell didn't anticipate the flip until it's in motion, his arms slipping free of the sheets and going to the other's shoulders and curling into them as he took a moment to get settled in that new position on the other's lap, the way the other's cock pressed deeper into him when he settled onto him. His eyes meet Holland's for a moment and his breath catches a moment before he steadies it as best he can.

He curls his fingers a bit harder into the other's shoulders before lifting himself up and then lowering back down, a groan slipping from him as he did.

"So good, Daddy," he whimpers a little and then presses his face into the curve of the other's neck.

[almostking]

Another one of those phantom smiles starts to tick the corners of his mouth up, and while one hand stays near Kells hip; smoothing over, gripping, touching. The other slips up into the back of the others hair, keeping him close. Holland noses along the opposite curve of Kells neck and presses a kiss to the base of his jaw.

"Yes, you are," he hums, dropping one hand for leverage so he can roll his hips in time with Kells movements, meeting him half-way, "You're very good."

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Kell would touch more but his focus is on moving, on the muscles that have to work harder in this position and the sound as their hips meet. He bites into the other's skin like he had before. It's not to stay quiet this time but more because he had liked biting him, knew Holland had liked it too.

Each thrust brings him closer to the edge and he tightens when the other tells him he's good. One hand starts to brush down Holland's chest, tracing a scar here or there as his hand moves between their bodies. Once it's low enough he wraps his fingers around his cock to stroke. The movements as he rode Holland's cock weren't all that fluid but there's a need and a want to it.

"Please," he pants against the other's neck though he's not sure for what as he bites another spot, the temptation to bite just enough for a little blood is there.

[almostking]

Holland doesn't need to see it to know where Kells hand is going. He feels it tracing over his own skin, his scars, and then he feels the subtle bump of his fist against his stomach. A growl starts in his throat and Holland bites down around the the muscle of Kells shoulder; it's almost a permission to bite him harder if he wants to.

But in the meantime, his hips roll faster, bucking harder into the others entrance when he feels him clench around him like that.

"Harder," he groan around saliva damp skin.

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Kell moans against Holland's skin, his muscles clenching again when the other bites him. His other hand had clawed into the other's upper back. He starts to lower himself faster, harder as the other thrusts upward. His hand is erratic on his cock, stopping more often than not at the overwhelming amount of sensation, at having to focus on his moving his hips for Holland.

He bit down again, continuing to bite until skin broke and he can taste blood but he doesn't lift away from the area letting his tongue lave over it making both the other's shoulder and his face a mess but he didn't care. There's a lot that didn't matter when he was with Holland he's finding out.

[almostking]

Reaching in, he took the hand from Kells cock and urged it up around his shoulder instead.

“You don’t need that,” Black and green closed as Kells teeth punctured his skin; the scent of blood in the air was oddly arousing and he groaned in pleasure before he finally bit down hard enough himself to give Kell the same offering.

And the taste was pleasant. Sweet. Like wine dosed with copper.

Holland moaned again and slid his tongue through the little pool of blood before he reached back to brace himself with both hands. When he was able to pull back, he actually smirked at the mess smeared over Kells mouth and chin.

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Kell very nearly protests at having his hand pulled away from his cock which aches for some attention. But he doesn't not this time. This time he's enough in it to want to just be good there'll be plenty of time for being a brat and defiant. Kell moans low when the other bites down hard, shuddering at the pain that towed the line with pleasure so perfectly some how.

He licks at his lips when the other pulls back. His hips were moving unsteadily, no set rhythm just a desperate search for pleasure, for more, for completion. His eyes were hooded as he looked at Holland, breath uneven.

"You feel so good, Daddy," he says and the words are almost mumbled, just enough clarity to feel some shyness despite everything. Maybe it just would never completely go away.

[almostking]

Part of Holland never wanted the shyness to go away. But, they were still technically at the beginning of whatever it was they were together. Anything could happen. Kell had a certain spark to him that Holland knew would kick in eventually, causing him to become a pest in certain ways.

(And he looked forward to that time.)


But for now, with the added leverage he's able to thrust up faster into the others body, somehow making up for the lack of fluidness with something stronger, hitting deeper in a way that could only happen in a position like this. His own cock throbbed, steadily slicking the others walls with so much precome that he knew he was right there. It would just take a little more.

"Baby boy...please..." he panted, heart pounding in his ears, "Come for me."

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Kell feels a little unsteady as the other starts to thrust harder, deeper inside of him. He could feel the other's precome making him slicker and he was so close as his hands curled against the other's sides when all he wanted to do was touch himself. But each thrust was bringing him closer to the edge.

And some of those thrusts were hitting just right inside of him, leaving him crying out when they did, pleasure sparking.

"Fuck, Daddy," he pants, feeling it rising up and his hands tightened their hold enough to leave lingering marks probably when he did come. His body tightened around the other's cock, stopping his own movements and moaning Holland's name far too loudly as the pleasure washes over him.

[almostking]

The little inflictions of pain add to the pleasure, but it's when Kell clenches around him that pushes him over the edge almost at exactly the same moment the other does. Faintly he can feel his own cock throb inside of him, the coil snapping hard enough that he has the bite the inside of his cheek so hard that it draws blood so that he doesn't just--

--....give it all away.

Even in the haze of his orgasm, he locks his gaze on the other Antari with a look that is so clearly his own brand of amusement that not even Kell could deny that.

Well, if people didn't know who it was Kell was with before--they did now.

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It might be better that he doesn't yell Daddy like that at least. He meets the other's eyes and then he his orgasm starts to fade away. He tries to steady is breathing in the aftermath, feeling shaky and unsteady and a burn in his thighs as he looks over the other. There's a light throb in his shoulder as he looks over the other in the aftermath of pleasure.

"Fuck," he whispers once he's not caught up in the heat of the moment, leaning to press a kiss tot he other's lips.

[almostking]

Holland just lays back when Kell kisses him. Both hands move up to cradle and hold his face so he won't pull away, and he just catches his breath in between kisses.

It take a few moments, but when no one comes banging on the door, he relaxes completely and adjusts to smooth his hands up and down the others back, nosing up against him.

"...at least it wasn't Daddy you yelled." The corner of his mouth ticked up.

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Kell closes his eyes and settles down when Holland lays back, laying over him. He can taste the hint of blood still and he enjoys it, maybe too much. It'd never had that effect on him before. Holland had changed so many things. He relaxes at the other's hands caressing over him, exhaling.

"Shut up," Kell mutters, flushing and nuzzling his face in, mostly to hide it.

[almostking]

Holland didn't move for a while but he did eventually have to shift enough to slip out of the others body or else face some serious discomfort. Even if he hated doing it.

His hands moved up and down his back, sometimes light, sometimes scratching, sometimes in a half massage, but in the end he stretched and pushed his own hair back and just lounged like some lazy cat that was unbothered by the weight still on top of him.

But he had shut up, at least.

Until he shifted again and looked over at the other antari's face, "You should shower."

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Kell makes a small sound as Holland pulls out, nuzzling the other slightly and already missing being full of the other. He relaxes more as he just focuses on the tags. It's quiet and relaxing there in the moment just taking in the other's body heat and the pleasant sated feeling.

"I don't want to move," Kell says, glancing at the other.

[almostking]

Holland considers their options but then carefully shifts so that he can sit up, with Kell still in his lap and climbs off of the bed so he can just carry the younger man into the bathroom.

"Too bad," he murmurs, "You must. Or else you'll feel all kinds of unpleasant."

Itchy and sticky, mostly.

Setting Kell on the counter, he slips away to draw a bath.