Holland actually smiles faintly at that. Not so much the name, but the way Kell immediately hides his face because of it.

One hand reaches up, cards through the back of the others hair and grips it just hard enough to pull his head back, and his face out of the sheets. The first few thrusts are slow, grinding things to get acquainted with his body again; a thing he found he missed more than he would like to admit outloud.

"Ah-ah...no hiding. No muffling. I want to hear you." It's almost a coo, but it's low and he follows it with a sharper nip to the shell of Kells ear, "Be a good boy and be louder for me."