Kell could have never imagined a scenario in which he would ever like calling someone daddy or being called baby boy or a good boy. From anyone else it would be humiliating and demeaning but somehow it didn't carry that weight when it came to Holland. It's something else entirely. He likes the headspace that it put him into, he likes the feeling of security in it.

This time had gone so fast even after so long of waiting it felt over too soon. As they both came down from the high he let himself be held, pressing his face against the other's skin and he didn't want to move. He didn't want Holland to pull out of him. Everything is just...right. For a minute he forgets that Rhy is livid with him.

His eyes had closed as the high abated further and he tilts his head as the other noses at him.

"Dawn will come too soon," he whispers.