Kell tried to hold back the moan as the other nipped, as he moved to the other nipple and he was caught in anticipation. In a turn he hadn't expected, Holland releases his wrists from the belt, pulls the handkerchief away. At first there was a terrible thought that maybe Holland had changed his mind and he was going to pull away, to stop this despite how much they both clearly wanted it, needed it.

The thought didn't have time to fully take root. Holland made sure of that with the weight of his body against Kell's. One hand went straight for Holland's hair, fingers curling into his scalp as the other's kiss crashes into him and Kell crashes back. His lips part, giving Holland full access, his tongue brushing and teasing against the other's as Holland explored his mouth. There were small sounds, catches of Kell's breath, whimpers into the kiss. Kell tried to keep quiet but he also didn't hold back letting Holland hear some of what he felt.

Especially as their cocks pressed together. His free hand moved over Holland's side, to his back, reaching to his ass, squeezing and urging him closer as if they could be any closer.

"Holland," the name fell from his lips into the other's mouth.