Reading Kell is so much easier now than it had been before. The way his body moves on its own, shifting against him for more and the way his breathing changes as his hips move---

---Mm, and the tone...

Holland doesn't react much more than the shift of heavy lashes, a pure sign of pleasure at the sound of that plea, but it should say enough.

He likes that almost, if not as much as Kell likes being called, "Good boy."

Stealing another kiss, he lingers, deepens it hungrily and shifts his body closer, fitting himself between the others legs for as much contact as he can get while he continued to make sure he's taken care of, "I didn't say stop, you know."