#kell4

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for @kellbishop

It was beginning to have a cadence to it, this little game of theirs. Gwyn knew it would only be a matter of time before he sought out Kell tonight to keep the fun going, considering just how much he'd enjoyed himself bundled away in that holiday carriage with the handsome man. Part of it was sheer curiosity to see what Tiernan would devise for the human, given the dress code would be a likely impediment to the councilman's preference for Kell's outfits being as skimpy as possible. The sith was very pleasantly surprised by what he saw once he finally found him, making a beeline for the human in his bright red blazer. Well, well. Was Tiernan actually interested in being tasteful this time around? Gwyn took a moment to appreciate the full effect of Kell's physique viewed through the mesh and floral appliques while the slave couldn't see him, grinning to himself in approval. The leather pants were a fabulous touch.

"Don't you look marvelous?" Gwyn cooed, just loud enough for Kell to hear him as he stepped into the human's space without revealing himself to his eyes yet. He would have a little fun first. He ran his hands up that lovely chest, brushing them under Kell's jacket to caress his sides. "Have you broken any hearts yet tonight, my darling? I'm sure you must have, dressed like this."

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Gwyn tittered at the jolt, poor Kell clearly struggling with not being able to see what the master was going to do next. Kell's fingers just grazed his wrist as he swatted at him and the sith hummed faux-questioningly, squeezing around the shape of the other beneath his palm more firmly now. "You swear what?" He cooed, sickeningly sweet, fingers working dexterously to try and coax the slave to full hardness regardless of Kell's feeble protests. "Maybe I want to see that. I mercifully allowed you to keep your dignity the last time, remember?" He nipped playfully at that hardened bud, then soothed it with a kiss over Kell's pectoral, his curls brushing the bottom of the human's chin as Gwyn shifted to give the other side of his chest the same treatment. "If you don't want me to keep playing with you, you should stop reacting so entertainingly, my darling."

"I don't think everyone is watching me. I do think some people are starting to think I'm crazy, though." Maybe it would be better if he just stopped talking. Which was probably why Gwyn told him to 'act natural', not that it stopped him from rolling his eyes at the comment. Hard to do that with the sith obviously trying to get as many reactions out of him as he could. Lost in thought for a few seconds, the last thing Kell was expecting was to feel Gwyn cupping his cock through his pants and the human jumped slightly. He cursed under his breath, swatting at where he could only assume Gwyn's hand was. "Stop that. If you make me cum in my pants like some damn teenager, I swear..." What would he do? Probably nothing, but still. Then he felt the sith's tongue pressing against one of his nipples through the fabric of his shirt, heat shooting through Kell as he bit back a groan. "Trying to kill me..." He grumbled to himself, glaring at nothing in particular.

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"How vain, to think everyone is watching you, my prince!" Gwyn tittered, far more affection than mockery in the sound of it, "Just be... natural." He found it extremely charming that Kell was still trying to properly emote at a conversational partner he couldn't see, wrinkling his own nose playfully back for his personal delight. "I'll stop if someone decides to chat you up," The sith said sweetly as one hand dipped low to cup Kell's groin through his trousers, pressing the heel of his hand into the shape of the human's cock beneath, "Probably." That sheer fabric was just begging to be exploited. Tucked into Kell's chest, Gwyn was at the perfect angle to purse his lips and blow a gentle stream of cold breath over one nipple until it pebbled beneath Kell's shirt and he could dip his head to lave against it, wetting the rosy skin through the fabric until it glistened under the ballroom lights.

A soft laugh sounded from Kell and the human good naturedly rolled his eyes. Strange as this was, he decided to just roll with it as long as he could. "Oh? So is that why you're making it look like I'm talking to myself now?" He asked with a faint smirk, shifting his weight slightly as Gwyn slipped his hands underneath his shirt, the sudden touch cold against his warmer skin. Kell growled a bit, narrowing his eyes at where he could only assume Gwyn was and raised an eyebrow. "...Why do I have the feeling you're about to really test just how normal I can act while you're doing all this?"

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"Maybe..." Gwyn hummed, pressing another kiss to Kell's collarbone, "But I like your suggestions. I like you, darling." Kell could make his cute little protesting sounds all he liked, the sith was seeing no real signs of distress in the other man and even invisible it wouldn't be hard for Kell to push him away. "It seems I have a more charitable take on your self control than you do," Gwyn teased, sliding his hands back around to pet over Kell's stomach. The movement of the fabric over his hands would've looked strange to anyone sharp-eyed, to be sure, but the sith was counting on the fall of Kell's jacket to conceal the most obvious of his touches. "'Very mean' means I take your complaints as the flimsy excuses they are and keep doing as I please," Gwyn hummed, tracing his tongue up the tendon in Kell's neck, nipping at the human's ear lobe, "Just think about it, my lovely... doesn't it make you feel nostalgic for the day we met?"

"I have a feeling that you get yourself into trouble just fine without me suggesting things, Gwyn." The other man seemed to like causing chaos enough on his own without the human there to influence him. It seemed to just be an engrained part of his personality. Kell did his best to not squirm too much as Gwyn continued to grope him, a low grumble escaping the younger man that didn't quite manage to come across nearly as grumpy as he'd meant it to. "You act like it's that easy for me to be quiet whenever you're touching me." He replied with a snort, tipping his chin up slightly at the kiss. "Just what does 'very mean' include here?"

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Gwyn let out a gasp of faux-outrage that dissolved quickly into quiet laughter, "Oh no, no, just you, sweetness. But what an idea for you to put in my head! I almost think you're trying to get me into trouble." Perhaps Kell thought he'd have more fun seeing the sith, but Gwyn was having an excellent time watching the human try to act naturally while he shamelessly groped him. "Maybe now's the time to learn," Gwyn whispered, the master's voice pitching low and secretive, "Or you could just keep quiet. No one will look at you funny if you're standing all silent and stoic by yourself..." His fingers tugged the back of Kell's shirt free from his trousers, sliding under to stroke at the bare skin of his back. Gwyn pressed a cool kiss against the slave's throat, brief and chaste for the mischievous smile he was sporting as he did it. "I could be very nice, if you want me to be. Or very mean, if you want that more."

"What, have you been going around squeezing peoples asses just to get a reaction from them?" Kell asked, not at all putting something like that passed the sith. It seemed like exactly the kind of thing that Gwyn would do to keep himself entertained during parties. "I haven't." He adjusted his posture one more time to take the rest of Gwyn's weight as he felt the pressure of the older man putting his entire weight into him. "Besides, think this would be more fun if I could see you." And he'd feel a little less ridiculous. He cocked his head a bit at the sensation of Gwyn's nose brushing against his cheek, shaking his head with a small laugh as the sith's hands moved to his ass again. "I'm aware. Just how nice do you feel like being tonight?"

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"People can do plenty of guessing while I'm like this too," Gwyn countered playfully, "As if I could ever wonder which one you might be with that handsome face peeking through." The sith grinned at Kell jumping slightly against him, muffling a laugh of his own. The human was always remarkably patient with Gwyn, which was probably a significant component of why he liked him so much. "What, never tried your hand at ventriloquism before?" He let his whole weight rest against Kell's chest, crossing a foot behind the other now that he was relying on the slave for balance. "I can be very nice," Gwyn hummed innocently, nose brushing the other's cheek as he spread both hands over Kell's arse this time, giving him a much more gentle squeeze, "What kind of nice do you need?"

The human adjusted his posture a bit more when Gwyn leaned more into him, sure that he looked slightly ridiculous to others when the sith wasn't visible. It was almost instinctual to slip his arms around the man in return, but he didn't and instead snorted out a small laugh as the other man started to talk. "I thought half of the fun of this was people trying to guess who you are with a mask on." Not that it was really all that difficult to tell -- a reason he never understood why superheroes could hide their identities so easily in movies. "Might say yes if you ask nicely enough." He teased, startling slightly at the pinch to his ass. "Do you know how ridiculous I look, standing here seemingly talking to myself?"

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Kell didn't startle too badly at the surprise, so Gwyn took that as an enthusiastic green light to continue enjoying himself. He leaned into the slave a little more, sliding his hands around to pet at the curve of Kell's lovely, lovely back through the sheer fabric. "Normally I wouldn't, it's true," Gwyn admitted with a snort, "But this is a masquerade, you know! It's all about not being recognized. Not that that seems to hinder you." In truth, he was quite delighted that Kell would know him immediately without having to see him, no matter how distinctive the sith's accent or proclivities for touch and pet names might be. "Plenty of suitors then, I knew it!" He said triumphantly, "Does that mean you'll tell me no as well?' Gwyn dropped one hand to pinch cheekily at the human's arse. "We can stay right here, if you'd rather play wallflower..."

Kell was, surprisingly, enjoying himself at this party, though it was hard to say if that was because of the normal outfit that Tiernan had put him in or the magic that was supposedly all throughout the ballroom. Either way, he wasn't going to complain, feeling far more himself in the clothing that his master had picked out for him to wear. The human had been standing off to the side of the dance floor after talking to a few of the other slaves, lost in thought when Gwyn's voice floated up to him from seemingly nowhere. It had Kell stiffening for just a second, but he'd been around long enough in Krovs to recognize the use of magic.

"Doesn't seem like you to be hiding during some fancy ass party like this, Gwyn." He commented with a snort of laughter, shifting a bit against the invisible hands that ran over his chest and sides. "Think about the only hearts I've broken is telling people no about dancing."