Kell’s hands went to Holland’s waist as they move through the room. There’s still a faint worry a spit guards hearing but he doesn’t know why. He’s not ashamed of this, maybe it’s that he’s still getting used to the idea there is something for people to overhear.

The younger antari landed on the bed and scooted back, his hands going to his own pants as Holland’s removing his. Something about the way he did it was so alluring.

Kell has only opened his pants by the time the other crawled over him. His hands immediately went to his chest, pressing flat palms over it and caressing up over his shoulders and then down all while surrendering to the kiss.

Holland’s kisses were truly unique and they always made Kell feel like he’d been starving before hand. His hands slid around to his back as teeth pressed into the others bottom lips.