Holland relaxes the kiss when he feels Kells teeth, giving him almost a silent permission to really bite him if he wanted to. He actually quite liked when Kell bit him, scratched him, if it involved a touch of pain he enjoyed it. Perhaps it was true--once you've lived with pain for so long, you start to miss it once it's gone. He would never miss the things that had been done to him, or that level of pain but some level was...nice.

And Kell wouldn't try to kill him.

Arching into the others hands for a moment, he just enjoyed to feeling of being held onto like he was...important. It still made his heart ache, and in the moments when they were just silently existing with one another he was still terrified that it would be ripped away from him like everything else always had been.

Fear was probably the thing that allowed him to actually show Kell the parts that he hid every other moment of everyday.

Holland pulled back and hooked his fingers in Kells pants, tugging them and anything else out of the way. They landed in a heap on the floor and he took a moment to just...fully drink in the others form. They were the same height, but Kell was leaner, long limbs and lithe.

"Do you have any notion of how sexy you are?" he asks without really even thinking about it first.