Kell enjoys the way the other arches into his nails, the way he starts moving harder. It makes him dig in a little deeper, moan a little louder against his neck and in turn biting just a little deeper, feeling blood there.

Then there's a minute where he feels it, the magic more electric in the moment he felt Holland spilling inside of him. One of his hand drops to touch himself because he's right there, so close and all it took was a stroke, maybe too for him to come, his body spasming around him some and clenching and he nearly forgot to stay quiet, to bite and he had found another spot to bite down on rather than abuse the same one, done without conscious thought of doing it.