Kell lets Holland's cock fall from his lips, looking up at him. He shifts back, the taste of Holland still on his tongue, his lips. It's a pleasant thing to him. It had all felt sort of clumsy to him but he thought with practice he could be good at it.

"Holland," he whispers, his heart felt too loud, pounding in his chest as he looks at the older Antari.

"Please."

Kell's ready for him.