“Relax, baby boy,” the tip of that chilled digit bent and traced a slow circle inside of him before slowly slipping inside one knuckle at a time; each one rocking forward and then tugging almost completely out before slipping deeper again.

Holland rumbled a low sound and slid his gaze from Kells face, following the lean stretch of him, settling where his hand rocked teasingly between them.

“Touch yourself,” he adds after a moment and looks back up over the others face, “I want to watch you.”