Holland slowly lifted his head and stared almost adoringly down into the others face. But he couldn't allow himself to care more than he was able. Time wasn't exactly on their side here but he couldn't find it in himself to pull away.

The blood was mostly licked clean from Kells lips, but Holland chased the remains anyway. Magic sung in their blood and even if it was his own, there was something different about it in this moment.

He noses him lightly and peppered his mouth with two more kisses before he slid off so that he was only half on top of Kell; removing some of the weight.

"Well. No one has barged through the door, at least," he murmurs thickly, "I suppose I should be proud of you."