Kell is lost in that kiss, no desire to argue about his stubbornness. He is stubborn and that has been a boon to him more often than not. Maybe his stubbornness can save Holland despite Holland not wanting to be saved. He moans, lifting into the kiss, soaking in the need, echoing the hunger and kissing back just as fiercely, just as much affection. He's slightly dazed by the intensity of it when Holland backs away, leaves him wanting more and he honestly didn't see the handkerchief coming, a muffled low sound, not quite of protest...just surprise.

He feels his cock jump at the instruction. Be a good boy should have angered him but instead it just sent heat skittering all over his hips pushing upward, searching for friction he was not going to get. If he hadn't been gagged he might have begged.

When Holland pulls off his pants it takes Kell a moment to comply with the order, distracted by more of his body exposed and he ached to touch, a whimper indicating that even as he did obey, holding his hands out to Holland obediently.