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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[bloodwords]

"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.

[unbreakable_king]

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."

[bloodwords]

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.

[unbreakable_king]

"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.

[bloodwords]

Kell flinched inwardly but his face stays schooled though it’s perfectly possible Rhy knew anyway.

Kell’s voice is even when he speaks.

“You said I am prone to denying myself pleasure, Rhy. That is true. And you have been careless... I didn’t say this was.”

Though maybe it is. It’s certainly risky.

“We are both being reckless here.”

[unbreakable_king]

'Then be reckless with me," Rhy suggests, taking the cloth now dampened in the water, to his brother, and starting to clean his back.

[bloodwords]

“Aren’t I? That I doing this even though I don’t know how?” Kell murmurs and at least he is trying to do this. He feels like he is already failing at it. Kell has thought that Rhy had intended to wash himself so it’s a pleasant surprise when he moves to his back instead. He closes his eyes as he focuses on that, the simplicity of the intimacy.

[unbreakable_king]

"Yes, but you're not embracing it. Come, when I am done, we will lay down in your bed, and I will do my best to not touch the splendor of your body."

He'll probably fail.

[bloodwords]

Kell nearly speaks the truth out loud, that this terrifies him. He felt out of control since the moment Rhy kissed him.

“Didn’t you just say you were tired, brother?”

[unbreakable_king]

"Quite, not that you seemed to care when you entered," Rhy sighs, pushing to his feet. "I should rest.

[bloodwords]

Kell reaches for Rhy, pulling him close and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before letting go. He needs to wash his hands.

“Lay down,” he says and if Rhy is agreeable he’d go wash his hands, reaching for a pair of pants to pull on before joining him.

[unbreakable_king]

"Oh leave those off," Rhy protests, his eyes washing over his brother's skin. "I like seeing you like this."

[bloodwords]

Kell hesitates, a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

“Wouldn’t you like some plausible deniability if someone decided to burst in this room?”

[unbreakable_king]

"And has anyone either than I sought to burst into your room?"

Because if so, Rhy wants to know who and hear the story.

[bloodwords]

"I have not always been able to keep the guards out, Rhy," Kell says softly. He is a prisoner in all but name. The probability is low but it is still there. He looks down at his pants and then at the prince. Reluctantly, he sets them aside, within reach before slipping into the bed with Rhy.

[unbreakable_king]

"If you would prefer, we could use my bed. Yes, wouldn't that be lovely, you slipping into my bed, between my sheets and reaching to touch me?"

He is most definitely fantasizing.

[bloodwords]

"We're already here, and you're tired," Kell chides lightly, reaching out and he does drag his fingers through Rhy's curls a moment.

"In the future... we should."

[unbreakable_king]

"Yes, the near future," Rhy agrees with a purr. "Very near. Once I've rested."

There are so many things he wishes to do to his brother. It would be a shame to waste the time.

[bloodwords]

"Then rest," Kell says, his fingers falling away from Rhy's curls as he shifts onto his side to get more comfortable.

[unbreakable_king]

Oh cute, Kell thinking he isn't going to be the little spoon in his brother's arms. Rhy's hands slip around his waist, pulling him close.

[bloodwords]

Kell didn't know what to expect, so he's not particularly thinking anything. He feels a jump in his stomach as Rhy pulls him close. Rhy's skin is so warm, his body firm against Kell's. The sensation makes his pulse tick up and he wills it back to normal. Pulled close to Kell he doesn't feel like he can rest. It's an intimacy that he's clearly not used to.

[unbreakable_king]

Of course he isn't. HOw sad, what his brother denies himself. But Rhy? He doesn't mind the heat. The closeness. And loves the way that it means that his currently flaccid cock gets to press against the heat of his brother's body.

[bloodwords]

All of it is a strange and yet pleasant sensation, Rhy's body naked against his own. Stranger still to feel his cock pressed against him. Despite a sort of restlessness that comes with experiencing something new he stays still and he relaxes, hoping he won't keep his brother from his rest.

[unbreakable_king]

Rhy lets his hand settle on Kell's stomach, far down it. not far enough to be touching his brother overly familiarly, but definitely a thing anyway.

"Enjoy your rest, brother."

[bloodwords]

Kell's pulse still quickens at where Rhy places his hand. There's a tingle of the skin that he brushes off and makes a sound of acknowledgment. He might not sleep but he will rest as Rhy sleeps.