What We Do We Do for Love

[unbreakable_king]

It's a night like any other they have had in the last few months. Kell frustrated and chaffing under the control their parents had forced upon him, Rhy suffering under the weight of knowing his life was no longer his own. And not in the way he ever would have wished it to be. Life was complicated, and with the Element Games approaching and taking up so much of his time, Rhy had insisted upon tonight.

Come now, brother, there is value to be had in seeing and being seen by the people. If you hide away, will they not fear you more?

In the end, it had taken quite a bit of pouting and assurances that he would not wander off, he would not slip their guards, and he would most definitely not start a brawl. Many assurances were made, assurances made even to their father and mother, and at last he managed to get them out to a very nice tavern frequented by the Ostra of the city.

It was by no means the sort of place Rhy normally frequented. It was by no means the place he wanted to be, but there was wine, there was conversation, and when he grew tired of the people there, well, there was Kell. And, of course, a brother who had chided him home and right to his door, with Rhy half hanging off of his brother. Yes, his head shall hurt come the mourn, but he didn't much care about that now. Not as much as the dizziness in his head and the arm around his torso, and the hands guiding him to his bed.

"I don't need of you coddling me all the way to my bed, brother," Rhy grumbled under his breath.

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Kell didn't know what to say to that. What would he have done if one of those times Rhy had gone further? Would he have stopped it or would he have let Rhy get his way. He supposed it didn't matter now and it was hard to think with Rhy touching him, with feeling Rhy's pleasure as Kell touched him.

He pressed his lips to Rhy's jaw and then lower, kissing along the line of his neck, tasting his skin and reaching his free hand to pull his tunic to the side to get to a spot that he could suck, leaving a small red mark that would fade quickly but still would be there long enough for Rhy to know. He didn't know why he wanted to do that so badly but he'd let the desire win.

Kell's hand tightened on Rhy, stroking him more firmly as his hips rocked into the other's touch and he couldn't keep himself still even though he tried. Perhaps he had been more desperate for this, for intimacy and affection than he had known.

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And look, a wealth of affection and intimacy so readily offered by a man whose bed Kell has plenty of access to. His hand leaves Kell so very briefly to shuffle out of his clothes before getting back against Kell, pressing him back against the nearest wall. Damn.

"Say my name, Kell. Let me hear it when your voice is weak."

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Kell makes a sound of protest when Rhy stops touching him, his eyes drawn to the other, watching as clothing is discarded and in the light from the torches he can see the other more fully, that is before it's pressed against him and then a wall to his back. Rhy always did have the brawn between them but it felt all the more evident in this moment.

He flushes, his eyes averting from Rhy for a mere moment but his hands were on him again and their bodies flush. It's sinful and yet it is so right at the same time. He presses his lips to Rhy's shoulder again, his hands dragging along the other's sides.

"Rhy," his voice is laced with desire but still some trepidation too.

[unbreakable_king]

Oh yes, that was the best sound. Rhy loved it, and he shivered against Kell's body, against his skin.

"Again, Kell. Beg me for this. I know you would be pretty asking for me," his brother teases, hand stroking faster.

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Kell's breath stops for a moment his lips still on his shoulder, fingers with a grip on his sides. He flushes and is flustered by the request. He opens his mouth to protest that he would not beg but then Rhy's hand moves quicker and it dies on his tongue.

Instead, a low "please," is whispered against Rhy's shoulder, his hips pushing forward into the strokes.

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Please was good enough. Please would have to be as Rhy pulls away to go to his knees.

"My mouth would be good on you, right?"

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Kell inhales sharply when suddenly the prince is on his knees. He leans more heavily against the wall, staring at the sight. He's beautiful.

"Yes," he answers and somewhere along the way any ability to be more verbose seemed lost. His fingers reach to brush through Rhy's curls. "Please." he adds after slightly too long.

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"Has anyone ever performed for you like this?" Rhy asks, working to pull his brother's pants down further. "Want to see how I could upstage others here."

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"Not really, not like this," Kell answers. His exploits were fewer and further between than Rhy's by miles and miles.

"But no one would be like you," Kell catches the word 'brother' on his tongue, it feels particularly sinful to call Rhy that when the man was on his knees in front of him, naked and level with his hard cock.

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"No, they would not," Rhy agrees, gripping his brother firmly in his hand, holding him steady before wrapping his mouth around Kell and starting to suck.

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Kell bit back a gasp as the other's mouth enveloped him. His head fell back against the wall and he couldn't hold back a moan for long. His fingers brushing through Rhy's curls.

"Rhy," it's a shaky sound, something like a moan.

[unbreakable_king]

The sound is heavenly. Rhy moves faster, his hand working what he can't take down. It's nice, so very nice. To know he can be the pleasure for his brother is... divine. This was a gift unlike any other.

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Kell can feel Rhy's pleasure from pleasuring in, how pleased he was with it was a surprise. He had never felt anything this good. He didn't know if Rhy is actually better or if it is because it is Rhy.

"Please," the plea leaves his lips unbidden as his fingers tighten in Rhy's curl, his hips rocking forward. He felt his control slipping in this pleasure. It felt dangerous.

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OH the control slipping is beautiful. The lust, the pleasure, the perfection. Rhy sucks and shudders as he takes everything his brother gives, his and scratching down Kell's leg.

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“Fuck,” Kell curses as the others nails dragged down his leg, a shudder going through him. His hips regularly thrust forward into the others mouth, which felt perfect, far too good.

“Rhy... close,” it’s just too much.

[unbreakable_king]

He knows. The pleasure building up in Kell is overwhelming, because of how it echoes back Rhy. Intense and sweet, burning like bourbon going down. Burns and makes him moan around his lover.

Because Kell can't be anything else. This pleasure is good. And Rhy's hand comes back to his own shaft, stroking himself now, to make it better for them both.

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Kell’s legs feel weak between the moan, between feeling Rhy touching himself. He tugged his hair harder.

“Rhy,” his voice is broken, all control certainly abandoned as the other keeps pleasuring them both. And he can’t control it as his hips jerk forward more sharply as he starts to come, not even thinking to try and pull back or to warn.

[unbreakable_king]

the warning would have been nice. Rhy was used to having them. Few people ever dared to spill in his mouth without assurance that it was okay. But Kell is definitely wonderful, and Rhy doesn't hold it against him, happily drinking his brother down, his own stilling as he basks in his brother's orgasm.

Once Kell's done he pulls off, smiling up at him.

"A prince should serve his people. Do you feel served?"

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Kell shudders even as his orgasm ebbs away. He sags against the against the wall. His breathing remaining uneven even as the other pulls off of him, speaks.

“Yes,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers through his hair once more and then dropping to the side.

“But a prince also should be served. How can I serve you?”

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"Your hands would suffice."

Because all he needs is his brother's touch.

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Kell moves to pull Rhy up gently, keeping him held close to himself as he reaches to wrap his fingers around his brother's cock. He wants to taste his skin, pepper his shoulders and his throat with kisses and licks, small and careful nips as he starts to stroke him.

[unbreakable_king]

Good thing he desires it, because Rhy does as well, reaching to drag his coat off of himself. Isn't this the best thing, brother? Rhy groans at the kisses and licks, and chuckles at the nips. Oh dear, oh dear.

"Kell," he whimpers, his hips starting to move into his brother's hand.

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Kell almost bites down but then he doesn't dare leave a mark on the prince's skin. He couldn't and he knew that but he aches to. Aches for Rhy to be his but he knows that he can't be. Kell could belong to Rhy -- did belong to Rhy -- but it did not go both ways.

"Come for me, my prince," he whispers hotly against the other's skin. He doesn't kiss him because he wants every sound, every breath.

[unbreakable_king]

"Bite," Rhy counters through grit teeth. How could Kell deny him that? Had his brother not learned in the time since their bond had formed that Rhy appreciated the sharpness of intimacy?

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"Rhy..." Kell started to protest. "What if someone saw..."

How could he bruise his prince's skin?