killian was slightly nervous, to say the least. it was no secret that there was something between the two, albeit the something was purely sexual, but it was something that was out of killian’s comfort zone. to be more specific, it was his inexperience with the same sex that made him nervous. kissing was the same, although killian did enjoy it far more this way, but everything else was wonderfully different, and even though he’s had limited experience with jett he didn’t feel as if he had enough knowledge to please someone like kendall. maybe what he lacked in experience he could make up for in enthusiasm and persistence. the major difference between kendall and anyone he’d been with previously was that kendall brought out a more… emboldened side of killian, one that even jett couldn’t bring, and kendall seemed to enjoy that side a lot judging by his reactions at the club. it was probably why he couldn’t sext with the blonde, because while he was texting kendall he wasn’t really with kendall, so the effect wasn’t fully there. when he heard the knock on his door, and the words that followed, killian could only imagine the look on the other’s face, and his excitement for whatever would happen. he imagined correctly, when he opened the door his eyes fell immediately to kendall’s lips, noting the coy smile. any nerves he felt for what was in store melted away, his hand reaching out to tug kendall inside by his jacket, a similar smile on killian’s face. “angel… isn’t it a tad too hot to be wearing that?” he closed the door behind him, stepping forward to press the smaller one against the wooden board, the position they were in reminiscent of when they met, a position that killian liked being in.
angel. it had been what killian had called him at the club and it’s what he’s calling him now. kendall very much likes the connotations though in hindsight, he’s probably less angelic and innocent than his wispy white locks and dollishly wide blue eyes imply. hell, he’s got no doubt that he’s kinkier than most men he hooks up with and the attire he’s got on under his jacket is even considered ‘tame’ compared to some of the things he’s worn. “ yeah, a little, ” kendall croons, making no move to rid himself of the bulky outerwear. instead, he allows himself to be led with no resistant, only barely avoiding a stumble as he’s tugged inside. kendall’s breath leaves his lips in a little oof of a sound as he’s crowded up against the door. head tilts back but his eyes don’t quite lift all the way to killian’s, instead lingering at his mouth for too long not to be obvious. he continues in an airy voice, barely above a whisper. “ what i’ve got on underneath might’ve turned a few heads on the way over which, while i enjoy attention, there’s only one way i want to get it right now. ” kendall’s lashes flutter and his smile goes even more kittenish. “ and besides... i was hoping you’d take it off for me? ” he cants his head to one side, the picture of sweetness despite his mounting neediness. fingertips are allowed to explore killian’s chest, toying with the front of his shirt with an encouraging bite to his own lower lip. he’s a little beyond being subtle as his fingers hook in the neckline of killian’s shirt, giving him the lightest of tugs forward. closer... closer, it’s never close enough. not while they’re both still clothed anyways.
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