"Do you think I'm lying or joking?" Kell asks, looking up at Rhy and then away as he starts by removing his coat, setting it aside and then working on his shirt. There's still some enjoyment at seeing the other blushing and he smiles slightly.
"Why can't I mean this? Do you not want to claim me?"
His eyes follow the progression of his brother's clothes being shed.
"I do," he admits, breathless. "From the moment after we were broth manifested. You are beautiful, brother, and I've wanted to wrap your long limbs around me. But I don't want it to feel like duty."
Kell bites the inside of his cheek, a shudder going through him at his brother's words. He continues to undress until there is nothing left. He scoots back on the bed and his stomach is full of nervous twisting butterflies or something else who knows. It's embarrassing to be naked like this and to do what he does next -- which is part his legs for Rhy, lifting up his hips.
"Brother, claim me."
It is not only a duty even if a part of it, perhaps is. He has always wanted Rhy too but he is never supposed to get him... He had held it back for years.
There he was, poetry in the form of long, pale limbs, crimson hair falling about his face, the blue eye looking at him, the black just as affixed and he knew it. Oh how beautiful he looked there, wanting him. Did he want him? Rhy hoped so.
The man licked his lips and moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Kell worked to keep himself from averting his gaze even though he feels vulnerable, a bit awkward doing this. He'd never let himself have time to explore sexuality and desire. He'd never really even kissed someone until he'd kissed Lila. He swallows as the other moves closer, right to the edge of the bed and Kell doesn't know if he should stay still or move to him.
He nods, the other can probably feel his nerves but also he's not lying.
And there was Rhy, who had been so experienced with his sexuality and desire thanks to Alucard and all who came after. Here he was, driven to a tenderness he hadn't expected. He leaned down to offer only a tiny, gentle kiss to his brother. Their first one.
Kell looks up at him and he doesn't know what to expect of Rhy in this area. His sex life isn't a mystery but this is different in so many ways. Somehow, a gentle small kiss is not what he expects. He's still for a long moment, hopefully not too long, before he kisses him back slowly.
Kell is surprised by that information, swallowing heavily as Rhy's lips
come away from his and then move lower. His stomach tenses slightly and his
breathing picks up.
"Why...?" Kell shakes his head. Rhy could have had anyone he wanted, he
shivers as the other's hand moves over the sensitive skin of his thigh,
feeling the urge to part his legs more in response and he does.
Kell swallows at the answer and his heartbeat picks up. He knows that Rhy means it, that it's more than just words between brothers.
"Rhy," his voice trembles just a little, needy. He's never quite felt this way, never allowed himself to and yet here he is opening himself up to his alpha, his mate.
Kell stares at Rhy as the clothes are removed. The sight of him, the scent of him is almost more than Kell can bare and his body is receptive, wanting his mate, needing his mate.
"Mhm," he swallows heavily. The balance of their relationship had shifted and Kell knows that he won't forget this day either. "Don't... tease me with your theatrics, though."
"But my theatrics are al I have," he offered with a smile.
Bare skinned as he was, Rhy couldn't help but reach down to stroke himself, making a show of it for his brother and mate. let him see just what it was he was going to get. And the getting, Rhy knew, was good. he had been told as much multiple times.
"Isn't play half of hte fun? Surely even you know that much."
Kell shakes his head. That's not true. Rhy has plenty other skills. His eyes drop to where his brother is stroking himself and Kell bites his lip as he watches feeling the arousal only heighten at the sight.
Kell looks at Rhy and he still worries in the back of his mind that perhaps
they shouldn't do this but nothing else is quite right now. There's no
escaping it and at least he had kept Rhy alive -- that's what matters. And
he wants him. He's always wanted him and now they were naked -- together
-- and Rhy is between his legs as Kell's body begs for him.
Kell's retort is caught in his throat, the other's fingers pressing
smoothly into him. Kell bites back a moan as his head dips back, eyes
falling close. His body is wet and welcoming, aching and needing this,
needing his mate.
Kell scowls briefly at Rhy but it's stopped short at his mouth on his neck.
He reaches up to grasp the other's arm for a moment, steadying himself.
"Rhy."
Kell feels like he can't breathe for a moment after the question. His grip
is hard on the other's arm and he swallows heavily, overwhelmed with need,
with the heat.
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Rhy took a quick step off of the balcony and into the room to look upon his brother with wide, shocked eyes.
"You, but, I..."
IT wasn't often Rhy blushed, but in this moment, he was.
"Kell, surely you can't mean that."
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"Why can't I mean this? Do you not want to claim me?"
Maybe...they both needed it.
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"I do," he admits, breathless. "From the moment after we were broth manifested. You are beautiful, brother, and I've wanted to wrap your long limbs around me. But I don't want it to feel like duty."
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"Brother, claim me."
It is not only a duty even if a part of it, perhaps is. He has always wanted Rhy too but he is never supposed to get him... He had held it back for years.
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There he was, poetry in the form of long, pale limbs, crimson hair falling about his face, the blue eye looking at him, the black just as affixed and he knew it. Oh how beautiful he looked there, wanting him. Did he want him? Rhy hoped so.
The man licked his lips and moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You want this, right?"
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He nods, the other can probably feel his nerves but also he's not lying.
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"I always wanted you as my own," he admits, hand gliding over Kell's thigh.
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Kell is surprised by that information, swallowing heavily as Rhy's lips come away from his and then move lower. His stomach tenses slightly and his breathing picks up.
"Why...?" Kell shakes his head. Rhy could have had anyone he wanted, he shivers as the other's hand moves over the sensitive skin of his thigh, feeling the urge to part his legs more in response and he does.
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"Because I love you."
Why wasn't one of those.
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"Rhy," his voice trembles just a little, needy. He's never quite felt this way, never allowed himself to and yet here he is opening himself up to his alpha, his mate.
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"I'll always remember today."
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"Mhm," he swallows heavily. The balance of their relationship had shifted and Kell knows that he won't forget this day either. "Don't... tease me with your theatrics, though."
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Bare skinned as he was, Rhy couldn't help but reach down to stroke himself, making a show of it for his brother and mate. let him see just what it was he was going to get. And the getting, Rhy knew, was good. he had been told as much multiple times.
"Isn't play half of hte fun? Surely even you know that much."
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"Rhy..." he swallows heavily.
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Kell looks at Rhy and he still worries in the back of his mind that perhaps they shouldn't do this but nothing else is quite right now. There's no escaping it and at least he had kept Rhy alive -- that's what matters. And he wants him. He's always wanted him and now they were naked -- together -- and Rhy is between his legs as Kell's body begs for him.
"Don't get all ridiculous," Kell huffs.
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Kell's retort is caught in his throat, the other's fingers pressing smoothly into him. Kell bites back a moan as his head dips back, eyes falling close. His body is wet and welcoming, aching and needing this, needing his mate.
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Kell scowls briefly at Rhy but it's stopped short at his mouth on his neck. He reaches up to grasp the other's arm for a moment, steadying himself. "Rhy."
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Kell feels like he can't breathe for a moment after the question. His grip is hard on the other's arm and he swallows heavily, overwhelmed with need, with the heat.
"Yes."
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ftb? I'm a little too overloaded for this rn