Another one of those phantom smiles starts to tick the corners of his mouth up, and while one hand stays near Kells hip; smoothing over, gripping, touching. The other slips up into the back of the others hair, keeping him close. Holland noses along the opposite curve of Kells neck and presses a kiss to the base of his jaw.

"Yes, you are," he hums, dropping one hand for leverage so he can roll his hips in time with Kells movements, meeting him half-way, "You're very good."