Kell wants to argue. really? His control is great but Holland is just... making him feel so good. How is he supposed to be quiet about it? He groans softly but he doesn’t bother arguing. Holland is about as stubborn as he is, he knows that.

Kell pulls on the older antari’s hair until he can press his face into the crook of his neck— inhaling the scent that is uniquely him. His fingers slip out of his hair, nails digging into his back as the others thrusts got faster, a bit harder and just making Kell lose his mind — lose his control. He felt a loud moan rising and his teeth pressed against the curve of the others throat. He bit hard and then harder when another moan threatened. Nails dragged down the others back, likely breaking skin in their wake as was the hard bite as his body tightened around Holland.

He is right there on the edge.