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Proper materials would have been ideal but since neither of them could actually just wander out of the cabin and ask for them they had to make due.

Holland could feel Kell relax a little. Enough to settle down and lick him. The touch of that warm tongue was almost electric and Holland groaned. Instinctively he reached to slide a hand back through Kells hair; momentarily distracted by the softness of it.

“Good boy...”