Kell lets that kiss relax him. He's sure Rhy would have scoffed at the idea of them not using proper materials but Kell had had no reason to *have* those. And this would be enough for him. He shifts after the kiss, moving to his stomach and propping himself up on one elbow as he strokes Holland with the other hand.

He leans in, his tongue brushing against the tip, once, experimentally to get a taste, then grips the base as his tongue slides down along the underside.