Kell hadn't expected it and he didn't have time to react. Holland is still stronger than him, faster in his way. He feels a thrill go through him when he's pinned against the door. How had he never known he liked this? Or did he just like it because it's Holland. All the same, heat coiled through him, hungry suppressed bubbling to the surface as he arches off the door as kisses back.
It's no longer the simple intimate kiss of reuniting but the burning one of everything else. His hands curled and uncurled with the ache to touch Holland, trace his scars with his fingertips. Somehow that ache only further twists the heat.
Holland's scent is changing as White London changes but there's still something distinct and familiar. He doesn't think the old scent will ever completely be gone from the Antari.
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Date: 2020-05-19 10:31 pm (UTC)From:It's no longer the simple intimate kiss of reuniting but the burning one of everything else. His hands curled and uncurled with the ache to touch Holland, trace his scars with his fingertips. Somehow that ache only further twists the heat.
Holland's scent is changing as White London changes but there's still something distinct and familiar. He doesn't think the old scent will ever completely be gone from the Antari.