Leaning forward, Holland brushes his mouth against the others jaw and reaches into the water to let his fingers tinker with Kells length. He never actually grabs it, strokes it, just teases his fingertips along it.

They don’t exactly have much time left. Not with the way Rhy was, but Holland could linger here in Kells room when he’s summoned.

“It’s in our blood,” the connection. The desire. The want. He bites the inside of his lip just hard enough to cut the skin, then turns Kells face towards his again for a kiss; smearing it over his bottom lip in the process, “Do you want more?”