unbreakable_king | What We Do We Do for Love

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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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.

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"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?

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"Then leave it where someone will not find it. You're a powerful magician, brother. It means you're creative."

And Rhy wanted to enjoy that.

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Kell is still hesitant, his hand faltering on Rhy and then an idea does come to him. He kneels for Rhy, his hand going back to a steady, quick stroke as he presses kisses over his thigh, tilting his head to reach a more tender part, glancing up at Rhy, giving him a chance to tell him no.

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"Ah, you truly do not disappoint," Rhy just about purrs as his brother goes to his knees. The prince knows well enough to spread his feet a bit more, giving his brother a good bit of tender thigh to work with.

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Kell feels heat rise even though he’s already orgasmed, being on his knees for Rhy, for anyone had never felt so... good. He only hesitated a moment and a few light kisses more before he lets himself bite down, sucking on the skin and feeling the sensation echoing, rhy’s reaction resonating. It is almost too much he finds it difficult to keep stroking as he works that mark still as he strokes erratically. It isn’t one that would heal quickly on Rhy.

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The good news is that he doesn't have to work Rhy's cock much longer. The bite is a pleasure that rushes through him, his heart racing, his hips snapping, and with a few last pumps, he spills into his brother's hand. And, of course, over his back. Good thing he had a bowed head to bite and mark Rhy, given it would mean nothing on his beautiful face.

"Kell," he whispers as he comes, shocked by the intensity of the orgasm.

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Kell shudders as Rhy orgasms, feeling his pleasure in a way that resonates, stirring his own cock and he tries to ignore it. He strokes Rhy through his pleasure, feeling the come on his hand, over his back and he flushes at that, finding it somehow both embarrassing and incredibly erotic at the same time. He places a kiss to the darkening skin, he strokes until he can feel the point where it's too much, dropping his hand away and standing.

"You found your way to mark me as well."

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There is definitely something to be said for a lover that can know when the exact edge of over-stimulation will come, and will give you it all until then.

"I beg your apology. It was discourteous of me."

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Kell presses his lips to Rhy's shoulder and then his lips before he breaks it before it deepens.

"I was not complaining. You have your permission to cover me anytime, anywhere you see fit."

Perhaps he shouldn't give Rhy that kind of power.

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"Really?" Rhy asks, his voice curling in that pleased way he normally reserved for being served particularly choice wine. "Brother, you may allow me too much freedom."

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"I am sure you will make me regret it," Kell shifts away leaning sideways against the wall as not to smear Rhy's come over it, though he can feel it still on his skin. He realizes he speaks as if they will do this again... are they even finished here... in this hallway?

"Rhy..." it's almost tentative.

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They will do this again. Had Kell not already given permission?

"Oh do not turn yellow on me now, Kell. What is done is done. And what is once done is oft repeated."

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Kell smiles slightly then. He can’t help it that he holds doubts and he holds worries. Rhy’s attention was often shifting from fling to fling. There’s no guarantee he isn’t another one.

He struggled to know what to say. “Should we part now?” He finally asked. He didn’t know what rhy expected of him and its in his head but with the heat of pressing arousal gone, he’s unsure what to do with what they’ve done... a shift irreversibly made for him.

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"Yes, I suppose we cannot linger here forever. Could you wrangle up some water with your magic? Get us passably clean? I think I could stand to lie down."

That said, he moves from where he's still, barely, standing. And walks not for the door to his own room, but to Kell's.

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Kell moves for both of their discarded clothes. "Were you wanting to clean up in my room, brother?" he questions, but he comes behind him, his head dipping, pressing a kiss to the curve of his shoulder. "Have me wash you?"

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"Well, we can hardly go to the baths in the state we are in. Someone would comment," Rhy teases, and he does appreciate the kiss as he opens the door. "No, after the event and some degree of cleanliness, I prefer to sleep."

And Kell's bed will do nicely.

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"I do have a basin of water, brother," Kell waves to where it is, allowing the other to take care of himself then, he can wait. He sets their clothes down, feeling unsteady, it was like a see saw coming and going.

"I don't know how to do this, Rhy," he says and he doesn't mean it in a way of he can't just... he doesn't know how to do this with Rhy, with anyone really.

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Oh hush, Kell, it is more intimate when it's magic. But he agrees, going to find the basin to wet a cloth. He needed to attend to his brother's mess.

"Well of course you don't. I find you are prone to denying yourself pleasure, brother."

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Maybe it is and maybe that being the reason Rhy asks is lost on him. He watches Rhy though, rolling his eyes after a moment.

“I don’t have the same freedoms to be careless as you do.” Maybe that’s not really the reason but it’s the easiest one to give. A prince could afford to be hedonistic in his youth and whatever Rhy says, Kell is not a prince.

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"Who said this was me being careless," Rhy hisses, the levity replaced by annoyance, a thrum of it pounding in his head and body. Surely he understands, or should. He MEANT this. And here was his brother, dismissing it. What a completely rude gesture.