Kell knew that everything between them had the potential to be volatile, to have consequences, magic and otherwise. And yet he couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop how much he wants Holland, needs him even. He leans over him, kissing him deeply. He starts to move his hips.

Kell bites at the other's lips as they kiss, given into the deep kiss. He groans as his hands slide over the other's chest now. He already feels so close, so on edge for all that time away from Holland. His hips drops hard on the other's cock, his thighs ache already but he savors every sensation.