Kell meets Holland's gaze and his own was full of lust of an affection hidden deep and starved for so many years.

"Yes," he bit down on a moan, the other's cock inside of him felt better than he could have imagined, sometimes brushing against that spot his fingers had informed him existed with a white burst of molton pleasure.

Kell trusts Holland whether that is for better or worse it remains to be seen.