The pleasure that comes just from that hand in his hair is enough to drive him closer; chin tipping to catch the others mouth in a kiss and hands smoothing more fully around his backside.

No wonder he looked tired. Rhy was a character, that was certain, but the amount of chasing he required would be enough for Holland to just spell him into a cage for an hour or two if he had the opportunity.

But Kell tasted nice; sweet, like a dessert after a long trip. Lips part and the kiss deepens slowly. It isn't a hungry affair--not yet, more of a reacquantance. An I missed you.