Absently, Holland wondered if Rhy could feel this.

And then he realized he didn't care. All of his focus was on Kell. The way his body moved; rocking to meet him, spurring him on to move faster, harder because--he needed this. He needed Kell. Kell was a lifeline, the only lifeline he had left.

He panted and enjoyed the moans, the sharper ones he covered with his mouth, devouring the younger Antari with kisses. Hungry things will of their own brand of affection. The only thing that would really give them away with the blasted cot.

Holland didn't care about that either.