Practice that would have to be done on someone else. But Holland had no doubt that Kell would end up good at the act. He was good at anything he practiced.

For a moment, he just looks down at him; beautiful boy with so much potential and power. Beautiful boy that would grow into an even better man than magician. Beautiful boy that he knew he should have turned away a second time for both of their sakes, but he couldn't.

'Please.'

Pushing forward, he drew Kell up enough to push him onto his back with a kiss. He could taste himself on the others lips but he didn't mind it, after a moment it was just all Kell anyway. Both hands adjusted them so that he was between the youngers legs, brushing his cock against his entrance and briefly he enjoyed the instinctive way his muscles fluttered at the inevitable intrusion.

"I will stop if you tell me to," he murmurs and looks over his face, "Don't close your eyes..."

He wanted to see--the eyes don't lie.

And he pressed carefully forward, wishing again that they had the proper preparations for this, but it would just take longer, more care and that was okay.