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Kell can't help the moans that are pulled from him when Rhy starts to really fuck him. His body gives so easily to his alpha, greedy for more. He can almost forget the other is requesting something of him.

"I need you."

Well, that RHy could do something for. He moaned and started to thrust faster, harder. To be needed by this man was a wonder.

Kell moans, raising his hips into the thrusts. He holds onto Rhy, needing him, needing this more than he could have ever really understood before now. It's so good and he can't even think anymore.

All that is in his mind is Rhy's name, over and over and over.

It should be on his lips as well. But Rhy kept doing what he could, and what he could do right now was work his lover the best he could, intending to leave Kell broken and aching for him. His mate, his partner.

It's working. Kell is completely at the other's mercy. He's trembling around the other's length, hands dragging over the other's sides, his back.

"Rhy," he moans.

There, his name. It's good, and Rhy starts to pepper more kisses over the new bite mark at Kell's neck. HE wanted to make his lover feel good. Wanted to bless his mate with everything that he deserved.

Kell's head tilts back, giving the other free reign to his neck, the kisses over the new bite sending pleasure all the way through him.

"More, more, please," he begs, shameless in the moment.

More was always something he could accept, that he could give, that he wanted. Rhy chuckled, low and happy, as he started to thrust harder into his lover.

His mate.

"Kell," he whispered, the name music on his own lips.

Usually, Rhy is the greedy one between the brothers but in this moment, this heat, Kell can't get enough. He cries out as the other thrusts harder. He knows there are guards that can probably hear them -- but he should get accustomed to people knowing they are together. They're mates after all. Kell will be bearing Rhy's heirs.

"Rhy," he moans, his body tightening around the other, he reaches down to stroke his own length right on the verge of losing himself to an orgasm just there.

The guards could gossip all they wanted. At least between each other. Rhy trusted them enough to know what he need not worry that they would betray King and Consort to the public before it was done properly.

"Indeed," Rhy laughed, thrusting faster, his own body starting to have the proper reaction. The swelling knot was something he could fell and he loved it, how Kell's body was beginning to catch at him.

As the other keeps thrusting he feels the knot growing, the way it catches against his rim and he whimpers, arching his hips and eager to be filled with Rhy's knot -- tied together and fully mated and claimed by his alpha.

"Mm," he strokes faster, and it doesn't take much longer before he comes over his hand, his body producing more slick as he presses into the other's thrusts harder.

"Mine," Rhy reminded his brother, his mate, his omega. "Mine."

ANother last thrust and he felt himself coming hard, slamming into Kell one last time, the knot finally holding him in place.

Kell trembles underneath Rhy, overcome with being claimed so fully with his mate. He holds lose to him, crying out as the other thrusts into him hard, and filling his seed spilling inside of him.

Rhy is just panting, his attention on his lover, his mate.

"Kell," he purred, leaning down to kiss his mark.

Kell makes a quiet noise, tilting his head as the other kisses the mark, letting out a harsh breath.

"Mm, Rhy," he can't quite formulate any more words than that.

"You have no clue how many times we're going to do this," Rhy laughs. "I am already addicted.

"I've created a monster," Kell finally pants, shifting slightly and then whimpering as the other's knots tugs at him.

"You have not," Rhy answered. "You've always been what I wanted. We were always barrelling toward this."

And he whines at the pull. Please don't do that brother.

Kell settles, though, it's a bit hard to remain still, truthfully. He shakes his head.

"You and your flair for the dramatic."

That's good. Rhy mouths at the mark his brother bears, and he smiles.

"You like my flair, love."

Kell shudders beneath him, his passage pulsing around Rhy's knot at the attention to the mark.

"It's annoying," he huffs breathlessly.

"You love it," he repeats, smiling. "LIke you love me."

“Don’t get too full of yourself,” Kell huffs and shifts beneath Rhy.

"I think you're full of me," Rhy countered with a grin, rolling his hips a little to help him remember just who was full of who.

Kell bites back a gasp as the other rolls his hips. His thighs tightening and he drops his head back. "Hilarious, Rhy.

But he's breathless.

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