Kell would have pulled him back if he tried, he would have insisted, he would have begged for Holland at this point. He doesn't want to relinquish this chance, this moment with him. Their only moment -- unless... unless... thought hangs in his mind heavily as Holland kisses him, as the finger presses further in and he tightens and relaxes, taking it, the sensation more odd than anything else initially.

It hangs heavier still when Holland says his name. Unless.

"Holland," he reaches to cup his cheeks, staring up at him.